Volume 1, Chapter 27: The Fall of Flying Tiger Stronghold

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It turned out that after Han Xue was revived by the King of Hell, not only had her memories been completely wiped, but her previous culinary skills were also utterly forgotten. Naturally, the titles of duke, marquis, and count were of supreme rank, and aside from those granted during the kingdom’s founding, few such honors were bestowed thereafter. Since the catastrophic rebellion a year ago, the Imperial Guards had suffered devastating losses; after their reconstruction, Wei Li had continuously held the position of commander. Jiang Yuxuan shook his head helplessly; the Primal Tree could strike once, but no second attack was possible—the disparity in strength between the two was simply too great. As for the armor personally blessed by the Supreme Divine Emperor, it was nothing more than a somewhat ornate, glowing suit of Spirit Martial King-level armor. Such armor might fetch some value on the Yao Guang Continent but was considered barely better than rubbish in the eyes of the scholars from the Hundred Schools. Jia Qing, pondering Yuan Chun’s affairs, chatted casually with Wang San as they left the imperial city and made their way back to their residence. Chu Tian paid no mind and continued to control the insects; that Miao Ren Tian conjured more golden hand seals, transforming them into other insects, but they were all immediately subdued by Chu Tian. The large man’s cross-shaped scar disfigured his entire face, making him look rather hideous. The black bear was not foolish; he understood the wolf’s plans clearly and therefore maintained a passive stance, watching the wolf’s every move closely. Around each of them was a powerful aura, distinct and clear, colliding with one another and shaking the entire space, representing their inner worlds and the clash of their laws. They themselves found it difficult to move and barely ensured their own safety—how could they possibly save Guo Si’s life? Even if the weather was hot, they had arranged for air conditioning and water supplies; besides, the heat wasn’t so intense as to prevent construction. There was no other way—fishing, as the only “entertainment” side profession Chen Li possessed, had become his sole pastime for passing the time. You all must carry thirty kilograms on your backs, circle around Xuzhou City, run twenty kilometers daily, training your physical endurance and willpower. Everyone understood well that although business could be profitable, the chance of loss was by no means absent—in fact, the probability of losing money was greater than that of making it.

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“Your Majesty?! Is there something you need?” Dong immediately answered the phone in his comfortable tower. Even so, Chu Xiu had paid the price of losing a mechanical tentacle to destroy those two second-generation machines. “Present!” Yan Qianyi responded reflexively, eyes hurriedly glancing toward Mu Yunlie on the video call. This was a problem; You Jun had considered it, but now she truly had no solution. In recent days, Yan Zhuo had taken advantage of the free time during the day to intensify her practice in mounted archery. Though she had learned it before, many years had passed and much had been forgotten; moreover, her previous training had been superficial and frankly unimpressive. Cang Hong swung the dagger in his hand, suddenly thrusting forward with such speed that a residual image trailed the blade. The two of them secretly colluded, but even the seemingly gentle and harmless Cui Mu was not easily fooled. After dinner, Gong Xizai and Vice President Feng led Tang Lei to the fuel storage room of the Li Xiang Gong S Ironworks. Zombies were swept up in a frenzy, then shredded into chunks that splattered outward in a gruesome scene. Unexpectedly, it swore such a heavy oath that Niutou, Matian, and Zhong Kui exchanged incredulous glances. This was a grandmaster, one who stood at the supreme realm; his words were law, stirring the cosmic energy with a mere utterance. Before long, he discovered that the Zhou family had maintained close contact with a peculiar man. Thus, the more she observed Ye Yihe, the more she disliked him; however, You Mu never displayed the words “unwelcome” on her face. Jiang Yi planned to continuously enhance his strength through elixirs. In the cultivation world, relying on pills to improve one’s power was considered the lowest form of training, for the cultivation gained was not solid and would severely hinder future progress. He was a military academy graduate, had served as a scout and staff officer, was resourceful with wide connections; even with Jin Mingshun’s death, his investigation remained unaffected.

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Though embarrassed, for Mo Zihan’s safety, Yi Wuchen braced himself and asked. The sacrifice of the Chinese war generals was an unprecedented disaster for China. Now, with the demon clan’s invasion, how could they possibly resist the demon army? Suddenly, a formation of golden feathers transformed into flying swords descended, arranged in an orderly pattern resembling three hundred soaring eagles, their sword qi numbering in the tens of thousands. After sensing the changes of true qi within his body, Ye Xiu’s face showed a look of satisfaction. Feng Ming, the demon prodigy, smiled and pulled her into his embrace; his previously imposing aura was instantly replaced by a sincere, genial smile. He slammed the folded fan on the ground, and a stream of verdant spiritual light burst forth like a green spring from the paper fan. “I’ll be back soon; you rest well,” Xuanyuan Tianyue said, leaning down to plant a kiss on her forehead, then stood and glanced at her once more before turning to leave. At first, they exchanged some words, but gradually fear overwhelmed their hearts, and silence fell. Familiar faces gathered, while others sat alone against the walls, burying their heads in their knees. The calmness turned into deathly stillness. “Serving the people is our duty,” the officer finished and left the living room with another policeman. The curtains were once again stirred by the wind. She saw that face again—it was no illusion. His dark eyes fixed on her, shimmering with a faint glow, watching her in the embrace of another man, her lips whispering soft moans. She buried her face in the sheets, afraid to look again. After struggling through the mountains all day, night at last fell. Yet the four riders, led by the one in a red robe, exited the east gate, returned to Kuitou City, then departed from the west gate, entering the mountain at a crossroads.