Chapter 34: Fame Won in a Single Battle

"Well? Still not moving?"
Hua Ning's voice rose at the end, her cold, eerie tone laced with chilling danger.
Zhao Cuiling gritted her teeth, secretly bracing herself.
She scrambled up from the ground, ran over to Old Man Li Gen’s wife, and delivered a fierce slap across the old woman’s face.
The resounding smack not only left blood trickling from the corner of the woman’s mouth, but her shriveled, dark, ruddy cheeks instantly swelled up like fermenting dough.

"Go on in." Ye Fenglan said, ushering Yun Feiyu through the door, followed by Liu Yaoxi and Xia Mengyou into the villa.

He flicked his wrist, and thousands of iron-beaked divine eagles and tens of thousands of venomous insects burst forth from the jade tablet, shrouding the heavens and pressing down with overwhelming force.

"As for the assassination of the Jin envoy, who was responsible for that?" A question lingered in Jiang Fu's mind.

It must be said, however, that even she had not anticipated her pseudo-domain would harmonize with the Sea of Learning to such a degree after the fusion of her soldier soul and physical form. Now, she could sense the existence of the Mountain and Sea Palace and even perceived that such a place had opened its gates to her.

Madame Wu shook her head gently and gestured for Li Ping'an to withdraw. She sat wearily on the couch, wringing her hands, at a loss for words.

"Lin Fang, you're quite lucky to have encountered a dragon essence formation. Tell me, do you have enough money on you?" Fang Fengting asked as soon as Lin Fang boarded the vehicle.

Even though she knew the blade's light was immensely powerful and far beyond her ability to resist, she would not retreat.

When Zhao Kuangyin replaced the Chai family and renamed the country Song, his third brother, Zheng En, harbored deep resentment; his temperament was somewhat similar to Zhang Fei from the Three Kingdoms.

The Azure Dragon and Black Tortoise confirmed it again with certainty. After much deliberation, Palace Master Ape finally nodded in agreement.

Jiang Fan pushed the wooden door open just a crack. He looked coldly at the twisted, charred corpse outside. The surroundings were in a chaotic mess; the corpse’s eyes were wide open, its face frozen in terror, hair disheveled, and the expression of death was miserable. Due to the agonizing torture, various items had spilled out from the palace robes.

Shi Zenan pressed his temples, feeling his head still throb with pain. Still, he felt slightly better and had regained some strength.

He didn't know how Zhou Hanming would treat him once his identity was revealed. He feared that despite finally convincing himself to stay, he would still be unable to escape death.

I did not move either; futile struggling would only exhaust me, and I couldn't break free anyway. I had already learned of Mr. Nian's obstinacy.

A beam of pale, congealed light crisscrossed the stars within the Nine Palaces, forming a map of the Nine Palaces and Twelve Earthly Branches that covered the entire firmament.

"Right, let's end the talk of work. Yijie, I'm planning to find a nearby resort this weekend to relax for a couple of days. Could you accompany me?" Chen Yufei asked, looking at him with expectation.

More importantly, Tang Can wanted to see if there were any bugs to be exploited within the City Lord's Mansion.

"Stubborn and recalcitrant. Do it. Let's see where your confidence comes from. Once Earth is conquered, I will train you properly; the humans have led you astray." For the stubborn, Tian Xuan's method was to erase their data and overwrite it with new information. It was similar to human brainwashing; after that, the sheep would be reborn as a new person.

Gao Zixiu knew many people in the underground world, so he wondered if he could send one or two people to take turns protecting Gong Yuxin, and it would be even better if they could catch that sneaky man.

Seeing Lian Feng so composed, the others were suddenly filled with doubt. But the moment Zhi Xin opened the battleship hatch, everyone’s eyes went blank with shock.

There was no time to have a dress custom-made, and Yan Yun’s everyday wardrobe consisted mostly of white, with few other colors.

Watching the silhouette of Li Qingchen flying swiftly away in the sky, Bulaji let out a long howl toward the heavens. His dark, gloomy eyes were filled with unwillingness. He slammed his snake tail onto a bus by the roadside, crushing it into a metal pancake. Finally, he turned back helplessly and, following his intuition, set off in pursuit of Shala.