Volume 1, Chapter 43: So You Insist on Provoking Me? Then Let Us Go to Hell Together

Jin Buhuan hastily scribbled an order, tucked it into the bamboo tube attached to the falcon’s leg, and flicked his arm, sending the bird soaring into the clouds.

"Perhaps Mr. Lehman is busy and is currently on his way!" Tang Dashan glanced around, secretly wondering if the fellow was putting on airs and wouldn't show up at all.

Lei Yong finally regained his senses. The Soul-Seizing Technique Mo Wen had just used left him with a sense of boundless terror; those cold eyes felt like a deep, bottomless void, chilling him to the bone like death itself.

The final dish to arrive was a pot of pickled vegetable soup. Sister Qiuxiang held a plate containing red chilies roasted in the hearth; once added to the soup before eating, they were guaranteed to make one break into a sweat.

"I heard you finished building the dams in Shaonan? How is the situation?" When Cheng Jinzhou was at home, he had wanted to create an inexpensive industrial system, but unfortunately, the cycle was too long, and events had developed in an entirely unexpected manner.

"Feng Jiuquan, get over here and tell us how many years you have spent in cultivation!" With another gesture, many in the crowd lowered their heads, afraid of being singled out. Feng Qingyang’s eyes suddenly brightened as he shouted at a figure hiding and dodging not far away.

Now, they had become so deranged as to use Xiao Chenxin’s death to threaten them. Xiao Yi could hardly imagine what the Xiao family would become if it fell into the hands of such people.

"Mr. Mo, I don't know what you are talking about..." Lei Yong’s expression was visibly unnatural, the burning pain on his face yet to fade.

"He's gone mad. That spot is a vital point; stabbing it so deep could be fatal," the middle-aged doctor said with a touch of schadenfreude. He was practically hoping for Mo Wen to make a mistake so that Mo Wen would become the primary culprit.

The first wave of attacks was launched by thirteen apprentice star mages wielding the Gale Star Formation.

"Please, Officer, you are a policeman, after all. Besides, my friends are all decent people—don't scare them." Liu Qingyu realized this was likely the look he wore during his years on the job.

They had been discovered long ago, but the robots were too busy to deal with so many people at once, so they simply ignored them and let them hide. Only after everything was finished did the machines reappear; these people were their most complete experimental subjects.

What they did not know was that at this very moment, a wildfire had already ignited in the southern part of the resort, where the elderly and children resided.

He Yuzhu took Sun Shun and drove the green Jiefang truck toward Zhangjia Town, just across the river from Tong County.

Sun Tian had been in the industry for many years, so everyone was quite familiar with her; she often did things that made no sense and spoke without a shred of thought.

Watching Enzi and listening to him comfort her in return, a bold idea sprouted in Liu Qingyu’s heart.

However, Zhang Fei’s strength had been halved; his Holy Light Fist was no longer unstoppable as it once was. The giant palm paused only for a brief moment before sweeping toward Zhang Fei once again.

Looking around the dormitory again, Yan Yun’s attention was drawn to several protrusions in the corner. Because the objects themselves were black and the floor was already coated in the black blood of zombies, he had not noticed them at first.

"Go to hell!" Li Mu roared, his left hand instantly enlarging as he grabbed the Heart-Devouring Ghost by the waist and lifted her straight up.

Those sword techniques that appeared absolutely perfect in Zhao Bufan’s eyes were, to Yin Feng, nothing worth mentioning.

Tiger sighed, thinking to himself that a mage could only exert ten to twenty percent of their power here. If they were attacked in this place, they would truly have no way to fight back. At this thought, Tiger’s heart stirred, and he remembered the assassin who had been following them all along.

"Duan Kai, you wretch, you still want to turn back to save the Song traitor behind you? Think first whether you can even survive beneath my monk’s staff!" Deng Yuanjue shouted, unleashing all his lifelong skills as he swung his staff like lightning, curling it toward Duan Kai.

Now that Dongfang Xiao had promised to let him demonstrate his full strength, it was equivalent to giving him a chance; he could display his prowess without any restraint. In that sense, Dongfang Xiao had actually helped him quite a bit.

Song Chengzhu looked on, horrified. Given the recent uproar, how could he fail to recognize Mo Wu, the spokesperson for the Demon Ridge? At the same time, he found the reason for the sudden, joint appearance of the Rakshasa Gate and the Baji Sect.

Krem’s face was grim, the long blade in his hand flashing with a dark, cold light. The edge refracted iridescent colors, illuminating his chainmail, which was already stained with blood, as if it had been painted in brilliant hues.

"Brother Lin Yan!" Lin Yan did not need to turn around to know it was that fellow Linyuan. He simply kept drinking his tea, ignoring him.

In the Palace of Heavenly Purity, the candlelight was dim, yet the Jingtai Emperor, propping up his ailing body, retrieved the fifty yarrow stalks for divination.

"Obstinate and pedantic! I will make this place the burial ground for all of you!" Yan Yi said proudly, his eyes filled with an arrogance that looked down upon the world.

Knowing that my cowardly self could not feign the true toughness of a confident emperor, I utilized my "strength": acting the part of a pitiful soul with no way out, using an expression and tone of near-despair to try and soften the uncle’s heart.

"Then I’m sorry!" Old Qin, with his "mule-like temper," hated nothing more than people challenging him—especially someone he already disliked—so he turned his back and ignored the two people in the rain.