Chapter 39

Fish are far too agile; without the proper tools, catching them is a troublesome task. It would be better to look for beasts that come to drink.

Without further ado, in the next instant, the Red Flame in Chen Yufeng's hand lunged toward Kong Zetao.

But upon rushing over, the sight that met his eyes caused his heart to sink to the depths of despair. The stones that had been neatly arranged were long since scattered by the tide. They no longer even resembled their former placement.

After all, a force capable of annihilating an entire nation in such a short time was terrifying; no one wanted to be the next target of such power.

As soon as the Saint of the Void finished speaking, he extended a finger, and a massive torrent of information surged into his mind, manifesting as a scene of apocalyptic destruction.

The Yellow-Toothed Old Elephant whipped its trunk like a silver lash toward Jiang Hao. The trunk brought with it a whistling gale that toppled trees and crumbled mountains, its power truly formidable.

At the head of the conference table sat a seventy-year-old white man. His expression was grave, commanding respect without a hint of anger, and the aura of a high-ranking official radiated from him.

Upon hearing this, the two men shrank their necks. As for this pair of sisters who raised venomous insects, it was best to keep as much distance as possible, lest one be careless and end up implanted with a parasite.

It seemed that if I did not resolve the doubts in Midakong's heart, he might not fully trust me. Although our relationship was currently acceptable, he was quite stubborn by nature. However, the situation was also critical; the two wild boars behind us were slowly closing in, and the fifty-meter gap would disappear in the blink of an eye.

Once Hua Tuo had made up his mind, he prepared to depart immediately for Xuzhou, completely unaware that it was already past noon, with nightfall only two hours away.

This time, Wang Jiuxiao was present; he would not allow the fireball to be launched again and harm the innocent. If even this could not be stopped, then the very existence of the Red Wall Palace would be called into question. If the Red Wall Palace could not protect the people, who else could?

"I thought that in such a soft and fragrant situation, you wouldn't bother with me." In truth, my words were filled with probing; I wanted to see if Ji Liunian would admit it, deny it, or simply ignore it.

After using the Mountain-Driving Whip, he was surprised to find it even more effective than the Thor's Hammer of the Thunder God Emperor. Point at a mountain, and it would open; point at a stone, and it would move. It was incredibly efficacious, which left Great Yu feeling immensely excited.

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Originally, the Yellow Turban soldiers on the ground had intended to step forward and stall Liu Tianhao for a moment. However, seeing that three of their own mounted generals had been swiftly dispatched by this Han general—who had skewered two of them with his halberd and frightened the Earth Duke General into fleeing—they dared not approach. They were too busy trying to hide.

I poured all the fervent passion I had held for Ma Junru over the past six or seven years into Hu Yaping.

He did not respond again, his gaze deepening as he looked into my eyes. Seeing that he would not speak further, I turned and left.

The person in the bedroom had clearly been disturbed by the sound of Ji Liunian and me talking. I met Ji Kai at the bedroom door; I did not look at him, brushing past him as if I had heard nothing, and went to give Huo Sijing her injection.

Now that Liu Tianhao had arrived and stripped him of his military authority, he had initially been terrified. But upon hearing Liu Tianhao's subsequent words, his despondency was instantly swept away, replaced by joy.

This was truly because Yin-Yang City provided them with a profound sense of security. Without needing anyone to explain, everyone understood that five thousand zombies could not stir up any real trouble.

The whole process took less than a minute. Cen Kexin’s eyes widened. After a long moment, she gave a gulp and swallowed the medicine. Her face reddened rapidly.

Qian Hao clutched his slightly swollen right cheek, tears welling in his eyes. It was not that he was overly delicate, but Gao Min’s slap had truly been heavy; Qian Hao could even taste saltiness in his mouth.

That evening, Yang Jiahuo ate the best meal he had had since being fired. Qian Qiyue watched him, laughing heartily. He looked at her, the flutter in his heart growing stronger, mixed with a sense of stability from nowhere, and he ate with genuine happiness.

"Wuji, we shall meet again in the Lingwu Mountain Range." Shen Xingfeng leaped, sprinting endlessly through the polished, smooth tunnel. It wasn't long before he could see the light at the exit. He had slid to the far side of Mount Cass.

On the third level, fighting was breaking out everywhere. Participants were being eliminated at every moment, and the cruelty of the Battlefield of Inheritance was gradually being revealed.

Han Siyou woke from his dream with a start, and the first thing he saw upon opening his eyes was Cen Kexin’s magnified face.

"Very well, leave now, and I will tell you where to go in a moment." This time, the call was disconnected in a mere ten seconds.

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Li Zixiao pointed to a building in front of them with peeling plaster, its original color now indistinguishable, and asked the student council member beside him.

Several figures appeared before Wang Dazhuang, their weapons gleaming with cold light.

"Xue'er." Shen Jun roared in sorrowful agony. The white light shattered; there was no Xue'er before him, only a jagged, rocky cave and a white-haired old man.

"..." Fuyun Nuan looked at Yu Pianpian, her expression complex... So this is why you caused me to lose both my cultivation and my money?

She rushed over, naturally throwing the door open; her joyful scream almost brought the roof down.

Seeing this, Jiu Huang knew that her rescue of the general and the dispatching of the edict to Yuzhou must have been discovered.

Bai Ze nodded, suddenly noticing that Qing Han remained as cold and aloof as ever, yet he could somehow sense that she was angry.

Old Man Liu did not step forward, for he knew that although he was a grand master and his strength far surpassed that of his disciple, when it came to popularity and the hearts of the people, he was truly just a foil for Liu Huo.

They could still remember it now only because of their yearning for such a life, but it was utterly useless.

The US military's firepower advantage was once again brought into play. Shell after shell landed on the water tower, sending bricks and stones flying until it came crashing down.