Volume 1, Chapter 39: Jinzhou once liked a girl

On the platform, several elders of the Golden-Scaled Dragon Clan were chatting harmoniously with Sun-Moon Douliang. Just as they were about to shamelessly ask if he had any intentions of taking a concubine, they sensed the aura of Long Xiyue.

The wicked dragon was a man who understood the bigger picture and recognized the urgency of matters. The reason he spoke such words was to completely gain the other party's trust.

Zhigu Stronghold had fallen. The Yuan army’s largest artillery base and their first firearm workshop had changed hands.

If it were not for the "Pot-Heaven" technique—a profound Daoist art erected atop the original seal—draining the Demon King’s power extensively, causing the King to grow weaker over time and become nearly unable to resist Chen Tingzhi’s suppression, Chen Tingzhi would not have had the leisure to traverse this Divine Bridge.

Liu Shijiu was brutally dismembered by the rebels, and then Toad Zhang hacked off his head with a single stroke, hanging it on a long pole to intimidate the crowd.

"To be honest, I would certainly be willing to stay, but I am truly not skilled in military strategy or warfare," the youth said.

In the midst of his panicked flight, Mu Bai suddenly discovered a ventilation duct for the central air conditioning inside a sealed workshop used for cutting equipment. He quickly slipped into the room, locked the door behind him, and dragged a seven- or eight-meter-long table across the floor, using one of its corners to wedge the door shut.

A moment later, the elf with eyes closed and face upturned seemed to grow impatient. Opening her eyes, she gave a soft command, and the three elves surrounding the winged mutant immediately backed away, not even retaliating when one of them was struck hard.

Watching Fang Ao, who was suspended in the void with only the faintest signs of breathing, the middle-aged man’s expression instantly turned grim. His inner state seemed far from the calm his face suggested, as his outstretched fingertips began to tremble slightly.

The blank-faced youth was Liu Qihuang, who had separated from Hua Sheng after entering the Heavenly God Battlefield. The three of them had been teleported together upon arrival, and over the course of the year, the siblings Xian Mo and Xian Bing had found many treasures, yet Liu Qihuang seemed not to spare a glance at the items they cherished as gems.

This was a clash between the pinnacle powerhouses of the age. Both struck with gathered momentum, and the sheer terror of it defied description. In an instant, the winds and clouds shifted, sand and stones flew, surrounding mountains shattered, ancient trees were pulverized, and the howling gale grew even more violent. The air was filled with an aura of destruction, as if the end of the world had suddenly arrived.

Wanzi insisted that the Glazed Lake belonged to her. Regardless of whether Li Ruhai had placed a Golden Core inside to attract spiritual energy, she would swim or soak in it for two laps every day—even without the spiritual energy, it was deep underground spring water, and the icy chill was quite comfortable.

"What sharp gazes!" Qin Ge felt three pairs of eyes, as keen as blades, fixed firmly upon him on the spot.

"Hmph! That scoundrel insisted on joining your Jinyiwei. I assigned him plenty of guards; tomorrow, Centurion Li need not worry too much! If he is truly maimed or disabled, the worst that can happen is that I shall provide for him for the rest of his life!" Xu Fu snorted coldly and flicked his sleeves as he walked away.

At this moment, the industrial park was pitch black and deep, devoid of any light, resembling a ghost town. The sound of the wind passing through the buildings carried faint, wailing noises.

Before Wang Hui could finish his sentence, Lu Yu slammed his wine glass onto the table. At the same time, he glared at Wang Hui and spoke coldly, his words filled with arrogance and tyranny.

Li Ruhai closed the bathroom door, flipped the sign to "In Use," told Rimeko downstairs that he was using the bathroom, and then turned back to his room to start cleaning the floor.

Aside from the exotic Poison Lord Piao Miao, Lin Bin truly could not think of anyone else capable of poisoning someone without leaving a trace.

Zhou Qiang’s complexion shifted erratically. Having suffered such an insult, how could he let the other party leave? Furthermore, he had convinced himself that Xiao Chen was afraid, so he decided to return the humiliation a hundredfold; otherwise, how could he continue to survive in these circles?

"Are you sure you won't let me in?" Xuanyuan Xiao asked slowly, already preparing to force his way through. In any case, his main goal was to find Gu Xueqin and the others; he hadn't intended to stay long anyway.

Perhaps he should look for a place nearby that could shelter him from the wind and rain. At the very least, he needed to wait for his clothes to dry before he could continue his journey.

Nie Chen seemed stimulated, letting out another massive roar. An exceptionally powerful wave of resentment and malevolence erupted from the center of his brow, his aura surging all the way to the Soul Emperor realm.

Han Yu slowly opened his eyes. It was Liu Lu. When had she walked so close to him? He hadn't felt her at all. It seemed he was truly exhausted, but why was he so tired? Sigh, sometimes thinking too much could lead to inexplicable fatigue.

Of course, even if there was profit to be made, Qin Tian had no choice but to pay these additional costs. After all, when it came down to it, moving furniture was not within their scope of work.

Since Gongsun Changfeng did not want to discuss this topic, Qin Tian naturally would not dwell on it. To be honest, discussing such a heavy subject was indeed quite stifling for him.

Yan Yue’s words were so arrogant that Master Gu and the others revealed strange expressions. Master Gu lifted his chin slightly, and a burly man slowly stepped out from the ranks, walking toward Yan Yue. Although he walked very slowly, every step he took left deep imprints in the ground.

Sui Tianlu’s fist wind dissipated instantly in front of Xuanyuan Xiao. It made his face feel numb and stung, but caused no further harm; it was clear that the punch was meant purely to torment.