Volume 1, Chapter 57: You Two Work Harder Tonight

However, achieving a level of power that even supernatural entities would be reluctant to provoke was an almost impossible feat.

Facing Lin Yan’s hidden weapon, Daoist Kong did not pay much mind. Intending to test Lin Yan’s current strength, he did not resort to his lightness skills nor attempt to dodge, merely giving a casual wave of his hand.

After all, those legendary elders from ancient tales who could shatter a plane with a single punch were truly no exaggeration.

"They are all gathered in the cafeteria, apparently because they found a large amount of rice, cooking oil, and water in a corner. Since every faction is desperately short of these supplies right now, a brawl broke out, and no one is willing to yield," Jiang Jiewei explained.

Though his words were rough, the others felt he made sense and nodded in agreement. After all, the current Japan was far too weak—weak to the point of being negligible.

Having walked for a full day, extraordinary though their cultivations were, they still felt a sense of fatigue. Combined with some lingering hidden thoughts, the impulse to rest arose among them simultaneously.

Yet, he had gained a faint comprehension of the realm of hidden weapons that Granny Thousand-Hands had previously described to him—the integration of essence, qi, and spirit into one.

Everyone in the office gasped, especially Li Zaixian. Previously, he had been immensely smug, believing that the accomplished master he invited would effortlessly deal with Wang Lirong, but the reality before his eyes told him things were not nearly that simple.

From beginning to end, the Three Pure Ones did not even spare the sect leader a glance. Now that they held supreme treasures in their hands and sanctification was within their grasp, the sect leader would instantly become a thing of the past. They were no longer on the same level, making the sect leader unworthy of their attention. Hatred? What a joke! Once they achieved sanctification, manipulating others would be entirely at their discretion; achieving sanctification now was the only urgent matter.

From the moment Ling Jiu, Song Xueyi, and the others arrived at the shores of the Sea of Despair until they spotted a pitch-brown spirit boat emerging from the mist, less than two short hours had passed.

This was the tactic temporarily devised by the Spurs that morning to counter the dynamic duo, and they would have to train according to it over the next brief four days.

Thinking back to this now, Nan Que suddenly realized that there were many times when Mr. Iceberg had actually looked at her with very gentle eyes.

Because Huanhua was carrying the Soul-Soothing Bottle, she did not wish to get close to Chu Yuan. However, seeing that Chu Yuan remained as unruly, arrogant, and discourteous as ever, she pondered for a moment and walked over.

"It is still too early to say who will emerge victorious!" Yue Handong also stepped ashore, refusing to give up as he spoke.

"Cut the nonsense! Are you going to clear away the landmines on the ground or not?" Zhao Xin raised his spear and pointed it straight at Jinx, shouting.

Amidst the soft whispers of conversation between the mother and son, Ling Jiu finally unraveled the formation beneath them. With a sharp and silent counter-offensive, she dismantled it from its very root and took complete control of it herself.

"Asian Speed!" Rose, who was watching the live broadcast, couldn't help but shiver slightly as Jiang Heran once again displayed his extraordinary dribbling speed.

Riven’s hands had been trembling the entire time; the injuries on Talon’s body had instantly thrown her into complete panic! Should she have Irelia take Talon for treatment, or what else? Was she supposed to just watch Talon die like this?

Because that master Jiang Heran gave the Boogie Man no chance to block his shots—distributing only assists while Cousins, eager to block Jiang Heran, left the interior wide open after multiple double-teams.

That day, Liu Tianqing came upstairs much later than usual. Ye Li hid in his room for a long time without hearing any sound, so he prepared to go out and take a look. Just then, the elevator gave a ding and its doors opened. Liu Tianqing stepped out extremely slowly, each step seemingly endured with great pain.

"Zihuang, Big Brother is back." The voice was unmistakably Jin Wuque's. Anxious to see Zihuang, Jin Wuque shouted from far away.

Yin Qingyu could not help widening his eyes. Uh, this guy was a Daoist priest too? Then he breathed a sigh of relief. Fine, as long as it wasn't a handsome, composed, and introverted senior brother, he could accept it.

Midway through her sentence, Qu Miaomiao suddenly realized she had spoken out of turn. She immediately turned around, bowed to Liang Chen and the fatty, and offered a polite, apologetic smile.

Subsequently, any similar items in the villa were casually tossed out by Lin Jie, the crisp and resonant sounds echoing throughout the entire estate.

"Zihuang, how did you know I was coming?" At this moment, another figure appeared beside Zihuang—none other than Dongfang Qian.

"Cough, cough." After the flash of lightning, the area struck by the purple bolt was charred black. Everyone from the headquarters looked somewhat disheveled; the person who had just been conversing with the imperial guards had taken the brunt of the purple lightning, leaving his hair standing entirely on end.

The few of them had originally been squeezed to the very outside. Changsun Chong, who had been paying attention to their conversation the whole time, heard them and deduced the riddle without causing a stir. Slipping away proved to be quite convenient.

Finding his backbone in the steward, he regained a modicum of composure and recounted the day's events from start to finish, though he intentionally or unintentionally glossed over Han Fei flirting with a young woman in the street.

Their office was located in the center of the territory, right next to the main building, named the Expeditionary Force Technology Building! Not only them, but all talents related to the modern technology I wanted to design could be transferred there. I wanted all our technology to burst forth from this very technology building.

This was a matter of pride and dignity. However, with human cities destroyed, territories occupied, resources plundered, and the population pushed to the brink of extinction, pride mattered little anymore—things had already reached this state.