Chapter 47: Strict

The skeleton brandished its whip to block Dongfang Hao, but Dongfang Hao, now without his sword, seemed far more agile. After dodging several attacks, that golden hand finally slammed into the giant. Surprisingly fragile, the giant shattered into pieces with a loud bang, yet Dongfang Hao felt no joy; instead, a faint, ominous foreboding crept into his heart.

Perhaps after a good cry that released the negative emotions weighing on his mind, the Immortal of the North Pole looked much more normal.

Even if the economic crime investigation officers from the subsequent teams were to really arrive, Song Zhizhi remained unhurried and calm. After casually making a few phone calls, she walked up to the stage with a smile.

What she said made a lot of sense; the opponent's motives and actions were simply too bizarre and completely unfathomable.

The Barbarian King, Yelu Ji, had inherited the throne from his father and elder brother only three years ago. Yet, harboring burning ambitions, he had repeatedly led troops to attack the border passes.

The next moment, a battle roar skill of the Endurance Warrior was added to his body, while all other skills were sealed and rendered unusable.

Chang'an was the imperial capital, a place crouching with hidden tigers and
hidden dragons, boasting countless practitioners of profound cultivation. Moreover, in this current era of upheaval between heaven and earth, no matter how powerful a martial artist arrived, they still had to lie low.

Before the two even began fighting, a thick smell of gunpowder was already in the air. At this moment, not only the surrounding contestants, but even the spectators in the stands could tell that these two definitely harbored some deep resentment.

Seeing Song Jin frowning in distress, Madame Wan assumed she was momentarily dazed by overwhelming joy and kindly offered comforting words.

Instantly, the rope whipped fiercely through the air, flinging him aside. Feng Gan's old wounds had not yet healed, and he immediately vomited blood again, gasping for breath in a weak and wretched state.

Gu Ye ran while shouting. The hidden guards of the Li Kingdom could not catch up to her, and the Chu family brothers, who rushed over upon hearing the commotion, could only hear her voice and catch a distant glimpse of her retreating figure.

Yet such a move was undoubtedly the wisest choice. For the mere cost of six gold coins, one could go a whole day without worrying about food and could level up in peace. After all, the higher the level of the monster, the greater the probability of dropping meat and gold coins.

"What's wrong with your younger brother?" Cang Hai had no idea what kind of madness Shi Jie was up to, so he turned to ask Shi Wei.

The phrase "an exceptionally fine figure" brought back to Dust's mind that slender, delicate hand of Noble Consort Xiao slipping beneath his cassock that day, causing the tips of his ears to turn slightly red.

"Brother Chen, look over there! That persimmon looks so strange, just like an eagle..." Gu Ye's crisp voice echoed through the orchard.

Because she was merely rootless willow catkin and floating duckweed, while the young master was as dazzling as the sun in the sky.

She still remembered how, in her dream, upon seeing the thin, fresh scar on his body, her entire heart had felt a slight pang of pain.

"You!" Gongsun Bo was left speechless by the retort, and he instantly stood up, looking as though he were about to resort to violence.

"I know. Back then, several sorcerers specially used the Yin-Yang Lock technique to seal the power of the demon Saye. But in doing so, they also created two streams of power. These two forces quietly took root and sprouted in the Northern Commandery, randomly choosing two infants and dwelling within them," that person said.

"Xie Yin, I am a harbinger of bad luck; leave me alone!" By the end of her sentence, two tears had fallen directly into the bowl.

What terrible luck, for every single trouble to somehow drag me into it. I've really had it with Liu Yanyan; you found yourself a partner, so what are you telling me all this for? If she had just made things clear on the phone yesterday, I wouldn't have come back at all.

"How could I have the nerve to freeload at the Dun Demon Lair? Anyway, the Sky-Shattering Stone really isn't with me right now, I'm not lying to you," Du Qianjie said with utmost solemnity.

"Therefore, Eldest Brother, you must accompany me to get all these things done this afternoon," Wei Ximeng instructed his elder brother.

Huangpu Wudi looked at Taiyun and roughly understood the strategy of Martial Saint Mingmie. To put it simply, it meant utilizing the vast expanses of the Meixin Continent to stall the invaders' pace, and then adopting guerrilla tactics to buy time for the other three major continents.

Having forged this kind of enmity, he would certainly never let the tiger return to the mountains. The opponent's cultivation was not worth mentioning in his eyes, but it was enough to cause massive trouble for others—Sophia, for instance.

I rubbed Dahuang's head. Too many things had happened that afternoon, and my heart had undergone such drastic emotional rollercoasters that it was hard to calm down for a while.

He naturally knew this himself, which was why he had always held a high opinion of himself, particularly looking down upon the branch of his second uncle's family. Because his second uncle lacked favor, he had left early to carve out his own family business, and they were only permitted to visit the Ye family during major festivals.

"Could it be that they really chose to run away?" Chen Yan, being young and unable to hold his temper, muttered to himself unconsciously.

Things had reached this point, and he could no longer afford to hesitate; he had to adopt the strategy of sacrificing the pawns to save the commander in order to buy himself time. What he lacked most right now was time.

*Perhaps they will create a weapon capable of instantly destroying a planet to deal with our PLANT?* Patrick Zala could not help but think to himself.

"I wouldn't dare! It's just that I happen to disagree with Brother Ding's remark from a moment ago." Zhang Yuanbin maintained the demeanor of an aristocratic family scion and returned the courtesy.

Throughout the entire preceding process, regardless of how well he performed, he had actually kept his heart in his throat all along, terrified of making even the slightest mistake.

It was an expression of utter betrayal, akin to: "What the hell! I even took off my pants and you're showing me this?!"

Yan Qing was, after all, much more sensible than Rong Yixia, so she naturally wouldn't wait for others to issue a polite eviction notice. Wouldn't it be much better to simply leave on her own?

Transactions had to be built upon a foundation where both parties possessed strength; even if there was a gap, it could not be too vast. Prior to this, Landon had remained completely obscure. Even if he sent people to various factions to propose trade deals, no one would agree, seeing as they didn't even have proof of his ability to protect the cargo.