Volume 1, Chapter 46: Rotten Flesh Hell 3: Torrent of Venomous Insects

“This is too difficult. Many of them have remained at the peak of Qi Refinement for a long time; some are even disciples inheriting from vein masters, with their formations and magical instruments far superior to the others.” Manager Xu shook his head and sighed.

Nearly a hundred men in black began running toward Fengtian City under Zhang Yuan’s orders. This was the Qingyun Sect’s territory—they dared not openly ride flying beasts.

This body was simply too weak; after kneeling for only a short while, it had already grown too sore and limp to lift.

When teaching Mu Shiyun swordsmanship, there was initially some pride and a strong sense of superiority. After all, he was teaching the sword technique of a Sword Immortal—who else in the world possessed such an ability?

Ran Fei’s face twisted into a grimace. “Do you think I’m a hero standing tall and upright? No, you’re wrong.” A new wound appeared on his face, now completely disfigured.

Just as the man was about to shift gears and accelerate, Shi Luo decisively drew out his tie and bound the man’s hands.

As long as he had the ledger, he could force the higher-ups to find ways to keep him alive—otherwise, if he died, he would drag everyone down with him.

“Sister Lele is truly amazing! She actually has four elemental attributes, one more than I do! Looks like there’s no hope for first place!” Feng Tianxue suddenly said to Tang Xin with a darkened expression.

“Hmph, break it for me.” Ye Feng struck again, but this punch now carried the meaning of the Heavenly Dao’s law. The heavens trembled as countless spatial fractures appeared; the overwhelming energy collided directly with the bolt of lightning.

Tang’s mother now harbored no affection for Tang’s father. Were it not for his modest behavior, she might have truly thrown him out.

In the past, Guan Jingxuan often overheard their discussions but always kept himself out of it.

Gu Tianchuan swallowed hard. How strong was Ye Ling, really? At this moment, even he could not fathom it. Could it be that Ye Ling had not shown his full strength during their duel?

The two sat back to back on the concrete floor, towels stuffed in their mouths, with ropes as thick as fingers wrapped around the two elderly men again and again.

The three-armed giant was the first to recover from the unfamiliar environment. Upon Chen Chuan’s order, it rushed toward Zhang Quanlin.

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Du Miao’s shouts grew tired; he wished to rest for a while. Miao Jin, feeling weary as well, followed him into a tavern named Hu Ji Chun.

Speaking of casualties, Glenn dispatched his adjutant to tally his forces. Upon receiving the report, he was immediately heartbroken.

“Uh, this…” Chu Yan was speechless. Judging by his expression, the possibility that the Xu family had taken it was absolutely two hundred percent certain.

Shi Zheng was demoted; though the crown prince was deeply distressed, he was too weak to reverse the situation.

“Shi Zhen Oppa!” Yoon-ah’s face lit up with excitement as she cheerfully responded. After speaking, she felt her voice might have been too loud and covered her mouth, laughing.

Of course, at this moment, neither the Lakers fans nor all the viewers at home cared whether Lin Han’s stats were inflated. As long as Lin Han could earn such honors, what did it matter if the data was padded?

It seemed impossible for any further moves. Zu Chen’s right hand flickered again; the sword formation he controlled with his right hand suddenly performed a swift, untethered slash.

There were no hot springs around Daliang, and naturally no fresh greens in winter. Wusun Jichang deeply sympathized with the Wei princess before him, fully understanding her plight.

Moon Xing, sword in hand, was astonished to see this person moving at nearly the same speed as himself—neither approaching nor retreating. When the man noticed Moon Xing’s gaze, he gave a strange smile, then subtly moved his right hand upward once more.

Amidst the crowd’s worship, the Holy Emperor’s smile grew even gentler. He casually raised his right hand; his ancient cultivation suddenly spread out. A sacred aura erupted into the heavens, manifesting a giant hand in the sky. As lotus pods broke through the surface of the Heavenly Pool’s waters, the giant hand descended, grasping at the pods.

Fang Tian saw everyone, including the old man, looking at him expectantly. He steeled himself and stepped outside the hall with Gao Sheng.

As the person most closely connected to the Yun family in Yangzhai City, Han Kuang possessed some valuable items. For example, the refined steel armor the Yun family never sold, Han Kuang had procured a set through various means from Wusun Jichang. He acquired this armor to win over the fierce Eagle Falcon.

Finally, although Mu Xing Shuang didn’t want to admit it, subconsciously she truly hoped to see Liu Ren’s crestfallen figure swept off the grand map in two or three days. So, she agreed to Liu Ren’s request.

“You’re overconfident. We have 300,000 troops. How many do you have in Pingliang? Even if you throw people at us, we will take Pingliang City.” Murong Dan said fiercely, though it was clear he was all bluff.

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“Li Xing?!” Lan Muge looked at Jian Lixing in disbelief, utterly unable to understand why her son would be involved with these two sisters again.

Everyone rose and left the main hall, descending the mountain. Though unwilling, they knew they could not defeat Shangguan Yun and could only let Gu Qinghe make arrangements.

“Escort the bride to the bridal chamber!” someone shouted. Zhu Fugui pulled the red and green ribbons and led the bride out of the wedding hall.

When Kun Peng arrived, Ying’s force of 60,000 had been reduced to 20,000; now he only brought 3,000—a grim toll.

Ling Baolu nodded quietly, sipping his drink as he gazed at the shimmering lake in the distance where someone was rowing—a tranquil scene.

Ning Yuanlan nodded, obediently sat up despite the discomfort, feeling aches throughout his body, every joint in agony.

Originally a matter concerning the Bing family, it had now involved a government official. How could Long Jianfei ignore this? Previously pondering how to handle it properly, after seeing the fat man, Long Jianfei had made up his mind.

However, the thing that stopped his movement was a gun pressed to his head. Slowly, he raised his hands.

At this moment, Zhu Fugui, as usual, carried a food box with pork to the prison gate.

Muzi had a duck bite his rear; after struggling free, he landed on a hedgehog and howled in alarm.

Along the way, surrounded by untainted nature, the fresh air filled Chen Feng’s nostrils, making him feel utterly refreshed and comfortable.