Volume 1, Chapter 22: A Party of Four

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Wei Lanying froze. She had never seen Xiao Yunfei lose his temper before. She knew she had been somewhat unreasonable today, but she had only been worried about him. Wei Lanying wanted to lose her temper as well, yet when she saw the sharp, disgusted look in Xiao Yunfei’s eyes, a deep sense of grievance welled within her, and tears spilled down her cheeks.

“I am second only to Heaven and Earth, and I rank third!” came a voice from the doorway. A man of twenty-seven or twenty-eight entered. He was grossly fat, his face shining with grease, and his build large and coarse. He wore magnificent silk robes and a string of red agate around his neck. The outfit itself was splendid, yet on him it looked utterly absurd.

“If the Soaring Serpent shows no desire to repent, we will have no choice but to appoint another divine general. In that case, we can only wait a few more days.”

Tang Feng was startled. He immediately seized Yun Shiya, then performed a clumsy rolling dive, scrambling behind another vehicle and using it as cover. He drew a Beretta 92F pistol.

The Thunderflame Toad Mother felt her body suddenly grow light. Under the Golden Dragon’s fierce gnawing, the iron chains were severed inch by inch, crumbling into powder. The force imprisoning her magic had vanished.

“Paul! It’s enough to injure them! There’s no need to kill them! They aren’t enemies on a battlefield, after all!” Su Nan said slowly.

Suddenly, dense footsteps and the clanging of weapons rang out once more from beyond Chengqian Palace.

The county police station faced the main road. Across from it stood a row of clothing shops, though they were no longer visible. All that could be seen was the long, thick barrel of a cannon protruding through the doorway.

Their techniques had lost their effect. The three of them fought wildly, like lunatics, while Tang Feng’s figure flashed about with the terrifying speed of a ghost.

Shen Yun smiled. “Madam truly possesses extraordinary foresight. The Tong family is now on its guard against me, so naturally they are less wary of Lizhu.”

Hearing this, Madam Ye smiled faintly.

It was not merely the command center—even the entire Jiabao Mountain position was filled with cheers. With the battle having reached this stage, victory was clearly within sight.

Yet that very night, news that the position on the southern bank of the Huai River had fallen reached all the armies on the northern bank. In Xixian County, Ajige summoned all the generals to discuss their next move.

This was still the first time Xuan He had used the Dark Sky Demon Supreme Mark given to him by the Dark Sky Demon God to open a passage to the Dark Sky Demon Realm and enter it.

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Then, as though it had undergone a process of selection, its radiance gradually returned. Yet it seemed as though oil and water had been separated, clearly avoiding the bird’s head that had originally occupied the center, leaving behind only a hazy phantom.

The two of them could actually control such violent fluctuations of supernatural power? Many who did not understand what was happening could not help but feel secretly alarmed. They compared themselves with the pair and realized that faced with fluctuations of this magnitude, they could not control them—indeed, they could not even survive them.

In Qin Long’s eyes, these people had already posed a certain threat to them. If they still refused to understand the situation, he could simply kill them. After roaming the universe for so many years, Qin Long felt no burden whatsoever when it came to killing.

“It seems Blood Slaughter cannot kill the Fire Ancestor, whose fire soul is immensely powerful. Then we will use Soul Slaughter. No matter how powerful a fire soul may be, it cannot withstand Soul Slaughter.” Wang Xian’s eyes were filled with icy light, and killing intent permeated his entire body.

All of this was because every ability user whose power did not produce concealed fluctuations would be exposed without exception beneath the most basic universal skill known as Perception Radar, like bright lamps in the night sky.

Only five minutes had passed, yet the poor fellow had already collapsed. A few pieces of equipment and some gold coins dropped from him.

Her hands were actually slick with cold sweat. Who knew what formidable things might still be lurking in Sector M23? It would have been a lie to say she was not nervous, but she trusted Nangong Chu’s strength.

They focused solely on chatting and laughing along the way, occasionally feeding each other berries, leaving Director PD physically uncomfortable.

Bai Xinyu angrily turned around, only to find a completely black sword pointing straight at her. Frightened, she swallowed the rest of her unfinished words.

What cultivators called the Great Circulation was the process of cultivating three hundred and sixty-five streams of true qi, transforming that vast energy into a great river of true qi running through the entire body. This was also the realm commonly known as the perfection of qi refinement.

There was no doubt about this. Li Chengqian knew that when Li Tai was born, His Majesty had captured two kings in the Battle of Luoyang and, with three thousand troops defeating one hundred thousand, won the proudest battle of his life—the turning point of his career. His Majesty believed that Li Tai had brought him good fortune, and naturally favored him greatly.

The valley was filled with trees bearing spirit fruit, their branches heavy with ripened fruit. More than a hundred wine monkeys were orderly picking the fruit and carrying it back to their nests.

Yet this had also destroyed the scene. Everything that should have been left behind had been wiped away and swept clean with rags and brooms. It was hardly surprising that Hu Yan and Ma Xuanliang could find no clues.

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Fu Shiyan opened his palm. His fingers were not burned; only a trace of spent tobacco remained at his fingertips.

If taken over a long period, this was beyond what an ordinary qi-refining family could afford. Only the core direct descendants of a foundation-building force could enjoy it regularly.

But the situation had not improved by much. The only change was the place of confinement. Xu Ling brought her medicine punctually every day and would not leave until she had watched her finish it.

Su Yingmei grew increasingly uneasy. Why did every place she went seem to be plagued by one problem after another?

The production crew’s logistics department arrived a day early. Xingyu had made all the arrangements with great thoroughness. Wu Yangxin did not want to push the schedule too tightly. After all, the actors needed time to adapt to the local environment, climate, and other conditions before filming could proceed smoothly.

Hua Qian spoke with profound meaning. The earnestness and gravity on his face made Meng Yu want nothing more than to punch him.

The black shell tore through the sky and, in an instant, burst beyond the atmosphere, hurtling straight toward the Chitauri spacecraft in outer space. Along the projectile’s path, Chitauri were torn to pieces in an instant. Even those near its trajectory were burned by the heat or thrown aside by the shock wave.

Thinking about it carefully, if Mo Xianan had not rescued her, she might never have seen them again.

But Beibei shook his head. “I don’t want to wear this kind of clothing. It feels so uncomfortable.” Seeing the rows of formal suits ahead, Beibei frowned. He had worn one once before, and the memory of the miserable feeling of having a bow tie fastened around his neck still made him detest it.