Chapter 42: The Mecha, Dismantled

Under the heavy impact, Xurui was driven back by the sheer force, her figure retreating swiftly as she spun in mid-air to adjust her landing posture.

Having her initial strike blocked, she did not hesitate for a moment to abandon the heavy blade and picked up the shotgun she had left on the ground earlier.

Pulling the trigger, the tungsten-steel pellets exploded against the insectoid carapace.

The Zerg let out a cold snort. The pitch-black armor covering its twin pincers was as impenetrable as alloy plates.

"These low-tier weapons are completely incapable of piercing my defense, you humans—"

This remark carried a subtle dig, clearly implying in a roundabout way that the fatty had just wasted his breath talking nonsense.

Base work should be done by base individuals, and carrying out such tasks under the guise of official authority amounted to letting the pariahs wield public power.

However, what Song Dauneng did not know was that this question concerning his mother was likewise an indelible pain deep within Mo Qingyan's heart.

"You two hold this fellow down; I'm going to avenge our brothers." The soul-snatching saber slashed fiercely forward, only to be blocked by the ruthless samurai, just as expected. Utilizing the momentum generated by the collision, Xue Yiba catapulted backward at high speed, executing a one-hundred-and-eighty-degree spin in the air before taking aim at the heart of the bamboo-hatted man.

This was hardly surprising; after all, a typical Baroque style that crammed every single space with objects, leaving not even the corners empty, could hardly fail to evoke a lazy, cozy warmth.

"It was merely a modest contribution. It is I who should thank Village Chief Duan for his timely guidance." Inconveniently positioned to elaborate on the lingering grievances, Chu Tao dismissed the matter with a single, evasive remark.

As evening fell, the Hong family welcomed a long-lost guest. At the very sight of this person, even the usually calm and steady Hong Deguang could barely manage to stay seated.

Having traveled on foot for many days, Xuehai, dressed in male attire, was covered in the dust of the road, yet the sword in her hand gleamed with an even sharper silvery radiance.

Hastily holding the umbrella over Le Hengqing and Mengzhu while getting herself soaked instead, Le Hengqing said, "Don't hold it, we're already wet," and pulling Mengzhu's hand, they ran inside.

The next day, Zhou Shensi and Ye Zhenzhen also brought nutritional supplements to the hospital to visit Mingrong and Baoer.

With a loud "Bang!", after Hu Hai left along with the immensely muscular man and the old man by his side, Hu Gao heavily slumped down onto the stool beneath him.

"Humph..." The mysterious man let out a disdainful cold snort. At the same time, he had already begun gathering his inner qi to mount a defense.

Because his old injuries had not yet healed, Yang Dingting was unable to imbue himself with the power of the totem. Even so, striking when the other was unprepared while he himself was prepared, Yang Dingting still felt he had a chance to kill Langjue in a single blow.

Cangsheng forced back the vines lunging directly at her eyes with a single move. With a flick of her wrist, she sheathed her dagger back at her waist, brought her hands together before her chest, and her ten fingers danced rapidly to form incantations. A series of hand seals were cast, following which golden halos shot forth from her chest with an overbearing momentum, instantly shattering the incoming vines once more and landing directly in the blood pool.

Yet now, that miraculous connection had vanished completely. Hu Gao could no longer feel any of the traces he had left upon the resurrected corpse.

Inside the hall, silence reigned for the moment. The Qing-robed cultivator had retreated to the side, and the crowd refrained from speaking for a time. Only the ceaseless sound of rain outside the hall persisted, accompanied by rolling peals of lightning.

Cangsheng raised an eyebrow. The voice belonging to this honest-looking person was trembling, clearly out of fear, and his tone was extremely urgent, as if he were anxious to drive her away.

Presentening herself not in her true appearance, Yu Qingxi still wore white garments and a light veil covering her face. Not only was her gender unknown to everyone, but some people were not even aware that this was the legendary White Deity.

Ruyang looked at the Reionics who had come knocking on death's door, a playful gleam flickering in his eyes.

Long Qingtian had already made up his mind. Ordinary martial techniques held little attraction for him; only those of the Imperial rank would prove truly useful.

Director Yu, whose given name was Yu Guanying, was the older brother of Yu Hangying by the same mother. He was one of the premier master directors in the film and television industry of the Chinese Empire, as well as the chief director of Zhejiang Television.