Chapter 35
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Sun Wei drove his foot viciously into Skinny Monkey’s stomach, nearly kicking up all the food he had eaten the night before.
He had just reached the front courtyard when Jiang Mo spotted him. She was sitting on a stool in the yard, her back to the door, gazing absently at the starry sky to the north.
Zhang Chong and You Shanbiao each gripped a domestically made imitation “box cannon” as they faced the encircling Japanese special forces and their machine guns.
You might call him clever, but his method of avenging his master was actually to invite heroes from across the land and make a grand, public search for a successor to his master.
At that point, the people of Tute could hold themselves back no longer. Their cheers surged like the tide.
The thought made Xu Yiting seethe with anger, and her attitude toward Tang Yi was no longer as courteous and polite as it had been before. Instead, she regarded him with the same disdain as in the past.
Although she herself did not seek enjoyment, her father and her entire clan all depended upon her. The slightest mistake would plunge them into a state of utter ruin.
In the Ming Dynasty, a dan of grain weighed roughly one hundred and fifty pounds, with each pound equaling nearly six hundred grams. Thus, one hundred thousand dan of grain, calculated at two pounds consumed daily by each adult, would be enough to feed an army of ten thousand for two years.
Still, he said nothing and did not expose the truth. He quietly walked to his office desk and began working earnestly.
“Bang!” The demon core struck the Blackheaven Sword, knocking it from the air. Its momentum undiminished, the demon core shot toward Tianyun. Tianyun hurriedly dodged, but the demon core struck him in the chest, sending him tumbling down.
Earlier, the experts from fifteen nations had attacked with tremendous force, only to be trapped in an instant by the Heavenly Dipper and Earthly Fiend formation. Qin Muge and Gushan then charged inside, drawing their blades and launching an assault.
She was wearing a skirt today, and part of her thigh showed beneath its hem. The angle at which her leg rested happened to reveal a faint glimpse of the gap between them.
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Once Lu Mingshi knew which direction to take, she climbed mountains and crossed rivers, making her way toward the Five-Pointed Star Formation. One day, while crossing a river, she suddenly heard the sounds of battle. She hurried over and saw Liao Chang locked in fierce combat with a centipede demon, faintly losing ground.
According to the legends, the Black Nether Emperor had been an expert of the Star Affinity School. The treasures he left behind had been described as possessing wondrous, almost mythical powers, yet no one had ever seen them. Who knew whether staking one’s life on the journey would ultimately amount to nothing more than moonlight reflected in a mirror or flowers seen in water? And even if treasures truly existed, what if they belonged to the Star Affinity School? They would have nothing whatsoever to do with his own Wind Affinity.
She gazed in confusion at the black-robed youth before her. When they had first met, he had spoken in a way that suggested he knew little of worldly affairs, and she had assumed he was a pampered young noble spoiled by his family. Because he reminded her of her younger brother, she had taken care of him repeatedly.
“Good morning, Master.” Huang Shaohua paused slightly. He had not sensed anyone approaching at all while practicing his cultivation. When had Wuchan appeared?
Ji Xuan said, “He is certainly doomed.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Jun Shu emerged from the room, looking utterly lost. The two exchanged a glance and sighed. Without sparing a thought for the mess left behind, they stepped forward, hoisted Jun Shu up between them, and tore through the air.
“Inflated? You mean my master? How could that be? My master isn’t inflated at all. He’s reflecting on his mistakes.” Yu Yijian defended Wei Zijie from the side.
Facing Feng Yun in this state, Liu Yaoxi remained expressionless and said nothing, merely waiting for Feng Yun’s reply.
“Brother Xiaokai, go activate the control console!” Ibaraki seemed to have been injured as well. His left eye was tightly shut, and nearly half his face was stained with blood.
He met Long Yao’s gaze, then hurriedly looked away. His fingers trembled faintly despite himself, and a thin sheen of cold sweat appeared across his forehead.
There was nothing different about this place from the outside world. The mountains were green, the waters clear, and the whole scene resembled a secluded paradise.
The dragon boat seemed to slow even within the astral gale. It rose little by little, and as time passed, the white sky vanished, leaving the surroundings plunged into darkness.
“Hmph.” Hearing Xue Manshan deliberately change the subject, Baili Hong snorted and turned her head away with the arrogance of a victorious rooster.
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Merely sensing the auras of the two men was enough to understand why the Peng family had once dared to compete with the He family for that Nether Soul Beast.
Chen Feng swung the Startling Rainbow Sword again and again. The sword hummed incessantly as he fought with all his strength to withstand the attacks of five hundred ghost generals.
It was precisely because of those four screams moments earlier that all the trial-takers in the Land of Extremity instinctively slowed down. Some began examining their injuries; some simply sat down and gradually adapted to the increasingly violent astral gale; while others carefully conserved their strength, striving to advance farther the next time.
At some point, the fire in the fireplace had gone out. The room was pitch-black, and an ominous premonition surged into his heart. He hurriedly thrust his hand into his pocket to retrieve his phone.
A rookie who had clearly never been through anything, Ye Zhuo thought disdainfully. Even so, he did not dare lower his guard. He quickly followed the few strands of aura and sensed them carefully. After a moment, his expression grew puzzled. Several unfamiliar, bloodthirsty auras were powerful and ferocious, yet not one of them shared even the slightest blood connection with him.
At that moment, the bespectacled man had his wife helping him and held the absolute advantage. The older man was so furious that he cursed wildly, but could only gain a little advantage with his mouth. His body was still being beaten black and blue by the bespectacled man.
Ling Zhiyuan exchanged a glance with several colleagues. Gritting his teeth, he decided to swallow his pride and make a request of Chen Xiaomo.
Within the multinational mining corporation run by Li Deqiang, Harold, and the others, there were mining experts, scholars, and public-relations personnel. They had no need to enter the difficult mountain terrain themselves. Along the foothills of the Andes stood vacation villas and tourist resorts built by wealthy local magnates such as Harold and his associates.
“I didn’t understand. Say that again.” Once Zhou Zhengda realized what he had heard, his face instantly darkened. He glared furiously at Xiao Fan.
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