Chapter 39
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Gu Yan now understood what Mo Yichen meant as well. Thinking back on Li Yunhong’s behavior, it was obvious that she was an awkward sort of person. Even if she liked him, she would never praise him so openly.
Even someone at the Ancient level might not have noticed it, but beneath Liu Chen’s powerful mental perception, he could still clearly sense the churning, continuously splitting energy within the old demon’s body.
Their fists collided, and a muffled boom rang through the air. Currents of air rippled outward in all directions like waves.
Not far from the woods, Lan Huo raced through the mountain ravine, his once-pale face now darkened with grime. Suddenly, he caught sight of the distant cliff. Xiao Yan lay flat on a stone platform, while A Niu silently watched beside him.
He hung the black bottle back around his neck, tucked it inside his clothes, and kept it close to his body. It was rather troublesome that the thing could not be stored in a spatial device; it could easily be lost.
In the treasure-seeking tournaments of the past, some families had rejoiced while others had grieved. This time, however, everyone was troubled, and not a single faction was happy. Those sects that had failed to obtain a commander’s token were naturally miserable; even the Seven Killers Sect, which had received one, was deeply distressed because Old Man Red had taken it upon himself to arrange marriages, leaving Wang Tian, Tang Lin, and the others in unbearable misery.
Helian Sheng gazed at Huangfu Li’s resolute, pleading eyes, and the guilt in his heart grew ever heavier. He truly did not know what to say.
“Yes, yes, yes. You are a hardworking person.” Manla looked at the indignant Gu Yan and placated her perfunctorily.
One did not need to think hard about it; even a fool could understand that Zhan Ying must have a trump card, and it should have something to do with the Dao. Perhaps it allowed him to disregard the power of these Daos entirely.
The Battle General’s aura erupted, and Qiao Cui’er’s cultivation surged from the Mage realm straight into that of a Great Mage. She swept out her arm, and a curtain of light appeared, like a wall of force pressing back against the golden army.
The rich fragrance of fried pancakes filled the air. Gu Dahai, Liu Chuan, and Kang Li’s stomachs all growled like thunder at the same time. They were starving and desperately wanted to buy a serving of jianbing guozi. Unfortunately, the three of them together had only twenty yuan, which was the full day’s vegetable budget for more than twenty people.
Clearly, his prediction had been accurate. Less than a mile farther on, the road suddenly narrowed, while the surrounding vegetation grew dense, creating a natural paradise for an ambush. Once the group had advanced a hundred meters, fierce sounds of objects tearing through the air suddenly attacked from both sides of the road.
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Everyone’s expression changed drastically, and many were already showing anger. They found Lei Beng’s provocative words extremely difficult to accept.
“Big brother, I have committed a disgraceful act that has brought shame upon your name. Please punish me!” Pan Jinlian intended to confess everything that had happened that afternoon.
The moment Yue Liang saw Chen Zui’s expression, she knew something had happened and dared not continue joking. She turned around, putting her back to the workers who were busy laboring, then took out a pair of sunglasses and put them on.
“Not good. Once the lightning tribulation descends, won’t we also be within its range?” Daoist Wuxin’s heart tightened.
Gao Qiu did not particularly care whether the Flower-Stone Tribute was carried out. After all, it was Cai Jing’s method of currying favor with the emperor and had nothing to do with him. What he truly cared about was what Lord Zhong had said: that Wu Song had actually impersonated a villager from Heavenly God Village and gone quarrying.
Should I tell him that she and Haruko had always believed one should marry Fei Yunfan? Or that, if one married, one should marry Gray Wolf?
She could tell that the astral energy emitted by Yun Xiao did not resemble energy gained through cultivation. This was the first time she had ever seen someone produce astral energy solely through natural talent.
The scene was breathtaking and magnificent. Several enormous scrolls seemed to record every mystery between heaven and earth. Though silent, they were profoundly震撼.
“Old Qin, what are you doing?” Tu Sanshi asked Qin Chenfu, utterly unable to understand his intentions.
Just now, he had watched Banggen being helped out by the entire Jia family. If his guess was correct, Banggen had probably been taken to the hospital.
The villa was exquisitely and luxuriously decorated. Above them hung an enormous crystal chandelier, suspended directly from the third floor like a transparent waterfall.
He Xiao wore an apologetic expression. He stepped forward two paces, separating the foreigner from the counter. He was too flustered even to pick up the foreign-currency certificates, repeatedly saying, “Sorry, sorry.”
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Following the instructions of the cultivation manual, Mu Xichen contemplated a specific method and a particular way of circulating spiritual power. The force had already exceeded the limits that his physical body could endure.
Anyone who had taken part in a war knew the might of the God of War—a terror that sank deep into the marrow. Now that they saw it again in this infernal prison, they were all scared witless and fled back inside as though their lives depended on it.
There had been a trace of sincerity in what she had just said. Silly Zhu had already sacrificed enough for her and for this family.
He had taken only a few steps when a foul, fishy stench drifted over. In the next moment, a figure blocked his path.
Aiolia staggered slightly. Although he had been somewhat prepared for Kdofuping’s attack, the soul power and sonic waves it contained still left him feeling dizzy.
Only now did Chen Hao truly sense the terror of Di Shitian. The sight of him using all four limbs to tear open the membrane of space was genuinely horrifying.
At the captain’s command, several hatches suddenly opened beneath the starship, and one space octopus after another crawled out, clutching miniature nuclear engines.
At that moment, the second wave of enemy missiles could clearly be seen approaching beyond the porthole. A Chinook helicopter bearing the emblem of the Countermeasures Bureau failed to evade them and exploded in the sky, suddenly becoming a fireball.
They were practically grinding their teeth to pieces, but all of them knew that this was not the time to speak. To both sides, those ten breaths seemed to last for countless ages, and no one uttered a word.
The flames of national fortune seemed as real as ordinary fire. They actually began to burn the dry bones scattered across the ground, crackling as they did so. In an instant, black smoke billowed throughout the Burial Ground, while flames filled the heavens. The solemn, murderous atmosphere from moments before had vanished without a trace.
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