Volume One, Chapter 29: Before the First Wave Subsides

The martial saint-level warrior who gripped Wang Qiang’s pipa bone with his own claws fixed his gaze coldly on Lin Xiu over there and spoke in a sharp tone. His left palm had also activated the gecko trait, skillfully adhering to the opponent’s left hand and pulling it toward the adversary’s right hand. To onlookers, it appeared as though the man in the apricot-yellow jacket was holding his left palm with both hands.

“You probably don’t know, but Brother Zhao used to be a soldier; he only became a security guard after retiring,” one of the guards explained to Li Lin.

The Crimson Faction had achieved a decisive victory in the campaign against the Angel Crime Syndicate, uprooting the entire organization. Although their leader, Feipeli the Twenty-Fourth, escaped capture, this righteous act deeply resonated throughout the Pegasus Galaxy.

If Feng Yiming were to return, Li Cheng would undoubtedly be in trouble, but Li Yu would not be dragged down with him... In fact, Feng Yiming guessed that Li Cheng never realized Li Yu’s scheming from the start to the end.

“Moreover, the information updates constantly throughout the day: which route has a landslide at how many kilometers, which direction’s road repair has been completed,” Yu Fei was saying when he suddenly spotted Li Xinde at the doorway.

Flag bearer Miao Liu killed the rebel leader Uno, broke through the city gates, rescued the Marshal Protector of the Nation, and exterminated the remnants of the frontier tribe’s forces. For this, he was posthumously ennobled as Marquis Who Calms the Nation.

Looking at the darkening sky outside, Li Shen exhaled softly. The day’s work was finally over. Although time had been tight, he would not neglect himself; he insisted on proper rest when it was due, for only with good rest could he concentrate fully during the day’s tasks.

“It’s settled then. Don’t forget to send a communication ship,” Fu Wei said before quickly cutting off the transmission.

Xiang Sheng and his soldiers had defected to the Zhuo family for a time. Later, when Sun Shangxiang’s fortunes in Jiangdong faltered, she sought to recruit troops anew. Naturally, Xiang Sheng responded immediately, returning to serve under Sun Shangxiang with his forces.

Fang Jiao entered his room. As a general, he was entitled to a designated chamber within Hope City, reserved for those holding the rank of commander or above.

“Keep it up!” Ouyang Xue giggled, patting her best friend’s shoulder with an indescribable charm.

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But the assassin merely smiled coldly. In his original estimation, after he threw the dart, Pei Feng would be unable to react in time.

“Prince of Asgard, you have traveled far. What is your purpose here?” Thanos’s calm eyes settled on Loki.

As for poison, Fang Jiao had long anticipated it. Warriors certainly used toxins in combat—after all, those wanted were not ordinary fighters. Hence, Fang Jiao wore a gas mask during missions.

He knew the uncle’s background was extraordinary; he had even considered that the uncle might hail from the Divine City or perhaps the Origin Star.

Though the Celestial Emperor had already fallen, his legend could never be erased.

The One-Horned Wolf King was in no way comparable to the White Wolf King. Legends said the One-Horned Wolf King was born with a bloodline ability—some could control ice, others fire, and some awakened multiple talents. Thus, the One-Horned Wolf King was invincible among beasts below the third tier.

As the general guarding the imperial pass, conflict between the Ghost Clan and the Heavenly Martial King had long been inevitable. Now that the Heavenly Martial King had achieved unparalleled greatness, he would never let the Ghost Clan off lightly.

He was also keenly aware of his current strength and skill, so unlike Wang Lexin, he did not feel useless.

At this moment, with his son facing such a grave situation, Li Chunfeng had no reason to continue imprisoning her.

Damn, this defense is utterly insane! The more Mo Feng “looked,” the more alarmed he became. This passage was nothing short of a death trap.

Shen Nai Tian chuckled wryly. These people were neither ninjas nor swordsmen; they did not understand what a “life-and-death struggle” truly meant. From their tone, it seemed they treated combat as a mere game, fighting and then returning home separately.

This time, the thunder energy within the secret realm lasted so long that even the Dream Ruins Realm could not contain it fully. One could only imagine the earth-shattering upheaval inside that realm.

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In an instant, a powerful cyclone formed around the giant tower, forcibly drawing everyone within into its swirling vortex.

When Lawrence saw another red-tipped bullet pierce the flames and embed itself in the car window, his face turned deathly pale. Suddenly, he understood Mo Feng’s true intention: not to force him out but to burn him alive.

In the Physical Refining Realm, winning ten consecutive matches grants freedom; in the Yuan Gathering Realm, one hundred; and in the Spring Well Realm, one thousand.

“No, I’m saying, Xuexian, you haven’t even told me why you dragged me to see Sun Wei. What’s really going on?” In the elevator, Mo Feng frowned in confusion as he stared at Ling Xuexian.

Zhao Hui was somewhat muddled. Clearly, he had overestimated his tolerance for alcohol. After seven or eight bottles with Su Ke, his mind was like mush, unable to comprehend anything. Su Ke’s words sounded like distant muffled echoes from a far valley, shaking his scalp briefly before fading silently.

The director of instruction wanted to argue but, upon seeing the principal’s stern gaze, swallowed his words and left.

Nangong Batian seemed oblivious to the smile on his son’s face and continued questioning. As the patriarch of the Nangong family, he appeared kind on the surface but was no benign figure.

Sparks flew from the clashing swords. Hua Jiumu’s eyes were bloodshot with hatred as he pressed down fiercely on the Kaiyun Sword.

The group had drunk too much tea and eaten too many pastries, so they all walked along holding their bellies.

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