Volume One, Chapter 38: Jadeite and Jade Stones

If one could land a single blow, then killing him would be an absolute certainty. Of course, this was predicated on being able to dodge all of Gu Yu’s attacks. Even without employing his terrifyingly stylish footwork, the speed of the "Flash God" Gu Yu still surpassed nothingness itself.

Li Nan, who had originally harbored the intent to kill, naturally went to intervene when he saw Xin Qiqi take action herself. However, with this intervention, his murderous resolve began to fade and dissipate, much like ripples spreading across the surface of water.

Wang Zhifei seemed to be in high spirits, appearing as though he were offering guidance to Wang Peng. Wang Peng, in turn, seemed to be earnestly seeking help, maintaining an attitude of sincere consultation. Nearby, Mei Kaidu and Mo Fusang also appeared eager, ready to listen with rapt attention.

Li Nan turned at the sound, only to find nothing behind him; the space was hollow and devoid of any human presence.

There was something suspicious—definitely suspicious. As Li Nan and the others prepared to leave the hot water room, the water heater behind them began to leak spontaneously. Given the circumstances at the time, Li Nan had reason to believe this was no mere coincidence.

Jing Mouxuan scooped Han Shui’er up into his arms and walked slowly toward the stairwell. Already feeling stifled by the smoke, Han Shui’er had lost consciousness against Jing Mouxuan’s chest due to the drugs administered by Manager Wu.

Luo Qianhan used his spiritual consciousness to perceive what Yang Tian and Li Ping were saying. He truly had not expected anyone to recognize him; after all, in their eyes, Luo Qianhan should not have been alone, nor would he have been easily captured by them.

Subsequent tallies revealed that the Batur army had suffered over ten thousand casualties on the battlefield alone. When added to the losses sustained during the Nine Phoenixes' surprise raid on the enemy camp, the total damage was clearly not insignificant.

Upon hearing the vice-general suggest taking the imperial road, Bas cast a meaningful glance at him before letting out a cold scoff and leading his army toward the capital city of Batur.

These palaces were grand and magnificent, and so numerous that one could not see their end at a single glance. They radiated a soft light, permeated by a unique, overwhelming pressure.

Under those shadows, the image of the two smiling at each other became the most beautiful moment in their memories.

It was clear that this Tyrant T-002 had also spotted the five Tyrant-class exoskeleton mechs charging toward it. It hesitated for a second before making a choice, rushing headlong to meet the five exoskeleton mechs.

After all, those who have not refined the origin of space are unable to perceive the spatial rifts that exist within it.

Ben Holland looked at his students before him. UCLA had arrived here with an undefeated record; they had endured ninety-nine bows, and were just one final step away from the goal!

Star Dust had always felt that his physical fitness was quite good among his peers, but after today’s events, he could not help but harbor a few doubts about the physical prowess he had always prided himself on.

"Huh, I thought Himiko would make a move. Why hasn't she acted even now?" wondered Zhuge Liang, the strategist who had accompanied the army.

Before the words had faded, over a hundred men in tight black clothing leapt down from the eaves with blades in hand, charging toward the group that had just been pelted by a hail of arrows.

"Cough, cough..." Li Wujie felt as though he were being strangled to the point of suffocation by Guo Lengzi’s powerful arms.

"Hmm, it seems that even if the rumors were slightly exaggerated, they were not far from the truth," Li Ru remarked.

Xie Bi had originally intended to go find An Mu to seek comfort, but she never expected that she would end up being the one taking care of An Mu. Who could have imagined that their roles would reverse so easily? Yet, Xie Bi did not dwell on it.

This was their daily father-son meeting. There was no one else in the vast, grand bedchamber, but Ying Wu still performed the rites with utmost seriousness, offering his greetings before taking a few steps forward to the side of the couch.

This scene made the eyes of the audience, who had assumed the outcome was already decided, light up once more. Since it wasn't them who were fighting to the death, they couldn't care less if the battle damaged the combatants' origins or destroyed their foundations; they would have been thrilled if the two fought for three days and three nights, as that would have been a massive gain for them.

"What do you want me to do for you?" Phantom asked, unaware of his true inner thoughts.

Today, Mo Ningyao wore a long golden gown, decorated with crystal accents at the hem that shimmered like ripples on water.

Occasional flashes of images where Long Lulu was treated the same way crossed his mind, making the pain in his own body feel not worth mentioning.

He couldn't describe the feeling; he only felt a sudden, hollow emptiness in his heart when he heard Mo Ningyao say she was leaving.

"If it weren't for the fact that I couldn't get the better of you, I would never let you be so smug!" Lei Xiaotian said through gritted teeth.

After all, with such a vast family and legacy, any decision would change the fates of countless people. With such responsibility, one could never be too cautious.

Wherever they passed along the way, they stirred up a brief gust of wind, carrying a faint, sweet fragrance that helped the sentries on duty shake off their fatigue and sharpen their spirits.

Furthermore, the bomb exploding inside the barrel was only one possibility; there was another: the moment the shell was ignited, it could ignite the oil flowing into the shell casing, and then the very shells they fired would push them toward death.

"It is rare to come across eyes that look so lifelike. Should I dig them out and keep them as a collection?" Taishu Shanyu drew his silver sword and traced the eyes on the statue's head.

Just as Gu Sheng walked into the living room, before Zhan Zijie could even offer a greeting, Lu Yuchen walked in right behind her.

It was precisely out of consideration for his subordinates' morale that Hou Minghao did not disclose the truth even after uncovering it. Upon hearing that Yuan Pingwei had escaped after being sent away, he secretly entrusted others to look after him, and only when he knew Yuan Pingwei was safe did he finally let out a sigh of relief.