Volume 1, Chapter 47: Latest News from the Frontline

Master Guoyue involuntarily stepped back two steps, his gaze turning sharp. Ye Jin's ruthless words struck him like a bucket of cold water, instantly halting his agitation. He could sense the chill of genuine killing intent in Ye Jin's tone—Ye Jin was entirely capable of carrying out such a deed.

Song Yun, however, was different. While the present situation was indeed favorable, Song Yun was accustomed to keeping everything firmly within his own control. With such changes occurring in his own body, the absence of immediate danger did not guarantee safety in the future. Should any unforeseen complications arise with his body later on, it would be too late for regrets.

"Master, isn't it time to collect the payment?" Seeing that the middle-aged man had not accepted his money pouch, Wen Yuan could not help but remind him.

She slowly closed her eyes, yet she did not dare to truly fall asleep, fearing that once she drifted off, she might even lose track of the hour for seeing out the old year.

Ordinarily, this chaotic protomorph was incapable of hibernation. Once its devouring activity ceased, it would not take long for the creature to completely turn to ash and dissipate utterly into the heaven and earth.

The God Tyrant was actually falling behind, forced down from mid-air by the sheer momentum of the wind gale to crash heavily into the ground, unleashing a terrifying, thunderous roar.

The German forces were bound to invade the Soviet Union; whether driven by historical grievances between the two nations or manipulated from behind the scenes by the Chinese Federal Republic, a war between Germany and the Soviet Union was inevitable.

"Sweep Away the Clouds!" Feng Yue did not even bother attempting close combat again, instantly deploying another skill: a thirty-second tempest assault that dragged the Five-Tailed Demonic Dragon into the very center of the howling gale, subjecting it to the most comprehensive and wretched barrage of attacks. Thirty seconds later, nothing remained in the spot except for a single dragon hide.

Disciples from quite a few sects whispered behind his back, claiming that Ye Jin had only reached such a realm of cultivation by relying on the apron-string connections of his two wives to secure residency and practice within the Nine Yin Immortal Abode.

"Boss, go ahead. Leave all of this to me." Shadow patted his chest firmly, speaking with absolute certainty before turning around and heading back to Ling Jingyu's room.

Grandma had originally planned to return to FZ City alone, but Jiang Yan and Xie Yiming stubbornly insisted on accompanying her, declaring that if she refused to let them come along, she would not be allowed to return to FZ City either.

Everyone nodded in succession. In their view, given the magnitude of the feat Ye Qing had accomplished, it was only fitting that the Nine Great Saint Tribes formally commend him.

"Go take a look." It was not Bai Ping who had unlocked the exit, but the Ninth Elder. Stationed at the exit, he was currently dismantling the sacred land's barrier using the Seven-Star Jade. Although Bai Feng had promptly noticed that something was amiss with Meifeng, she was still a step too late; Meifeng had already stolen the Seven-Star Jade and handed it over to the Ninth Elder.

By this time, the temperature inside the cave was no longer scorching, gradually returning to normal.

Dao Jiu's eyes widened in sheer disbelief, his lips trembling so violently that he could not utter a single word.

Upon catching sight of those two specters approaching the Ghost Spirit tier, a chill ran straight down my spine, causing me to shudder involuntarily.

When I spoke with Maomao on the phone last time, quite a few people had heard that I was transferring schools, so I was not surprised by how Zhao蕾 found out.

Yet some demonic cultivators expressed caution. Back in the day, Ye Feng had entered the Demon Realm and wreaked havoc, throwing the entire realm into turmoil. Although these young demonic prodigies had not personally participated in the campaign to wipe out Ye Feng, they had certainly heard his formidable name.

Ye Qing pondered for a moment, turned to look around, and suddenly began tapping on the adjacent stone wall. Thump, thump, thump—the sound was not loud, but within the dark, deserted, and elongated corridor, it carried a heart-shaking resonance.

Yan Moyu was of no consequence; even if he were killed, it would be no great loss—merely ridding society of a pest. But that scoundrel's grandfather, Yan Tianyi, was a formidable figure. As the Supreme Elder and Chief of the Dragon Group with a late-stage Grandmaster cultivation, if he went on a rampage, Yunhai City simply could not withstand him. In truth, Yunhai held a deep-seated dread of him.

No one quite knew how he managed it, but Mr. Ma had been utterly hoodwinked by Jiang Bo, taking the latter in as a disciple. Leveraging Mr. Ma's network, Jiang Bo had thus made his way to Beijing.

Hearing this, Lin Daoyuan's raised arm instantly froze, a look of hesitation crossing his face. He certainly wanted the items inside the laboratory, but what was to be done about these foreigners?

Then again, nothing could be said for certain. The boundless chaos and void of the Great Star Realm harbored far too many realms, countless races of geniuses and prodigies, and an immense number of formidable figures. To name just one, Mr. Bai Yu of the human race was an invincible prodigy; otherwise, how could he command such tremendous prestige among humanity?

Once either side in the dual extremes gained absolute superiority, it signaled that the human body was about to undergo a massive transformation. As the saying goes, things at one extreme inevitably reverse—yang extreme turns to yin, and yin extreme turns to yang. The greatest crisis can sometimes become the catalyst for transformation.

Naturally, the individual strength of these puppets was merely equivalent to the peak Condensation Pill stage, with only a small fraction reaching the Golden Core stage.

"I am no Iron Man; I am a member of Hydra. After running into people from the Umbrella Corporation, I faked being mentally ill and got sent here," Stock crossed his legs and said quite leisurely.

"That's more like it. Come here," Beibei smiled, though tear droplets still lingered at the corners of her eyes. Was this what they called a smile through tears? It possessed an irresistible, endearing beauty with ultimate destructive power.

According to records in the *Rejuvenation Pharmacopoeia*, the Valley of Rejuvenation possessed a special type of spiritual herb that they had cultivated for tens of thousands of years, which was precisely what earned the valley such a sterling reputation in the immortal cultivation world.

"Saying anything now is useless. Since you never intended to let me go anyway, why bother with idle chatter?" An invisible storm suddenly began to swirl around the pure white mage. Beneath the coverage of her drooping sleeves, silver fingertips lit up with purple arcane flashes that condensed into the shape of a handgun.

He was smart enough to only claim that those people had offended the royal carriage, steering clear of any other messy details. At a single command from Shi Dachu, the agile men of the Wuyi Army leapt down, swarming forward in a mob, and within moments pinned the troublemakers flat against the street.

"His Excellency the President speaks wisely!" Sun Yuanqi felt that if Yuan Shikai refrained from turning the clock back on history and sincerely resolved the issues concerning the people's livelihood, he would not be a bad choice for an ideal cooperative partner.

Well, getting angry at Takitsubo had been a mistake from the very start. Frenda lowered her head, silently mourning the commission fee that had miraculously sprouted wings and flown away. She thought with lingering bitterness: could that seemingly harmless companion actually be harboring something pitch-black beneath that naive expression of hers?

A single-layer earth shield could easily block water arrows, but it might not necessarily hold against the fierce momentum of this ice-cone barrage, hence the need to merge three layers into one.

Even cold weapons, however, varied in forging craftsmanship and production volume... Judging from Zhang Wang's experiences over the past year, while common folk workshops could smelt and forge weapons, apart from a handful of skilled weapon smiths, the vast majority of civilian-forged weaponry was exceptionally shoddy.