Volume 1, Chapter 43: Level Leaderboard and Kill Leaderboard Open!

Meanwhile, Duan Zhengming and Duan Zhengchun never expected that so many people would turn up at the Shaoshishan Assembly for Revenge. Scanning their surroundings without catching sight of a single monk, they knew instantly that today's matters would not be easily resolved.

Men Hao let out a fierce roar to ease the excruciating pain coursing through his body. Though the agony was immense, his muscle and skin tissues had grown significantly stronger under the baptism of the lightning, and gradually, the thunder and lightning within his body had been completely consumed.

"Then what will happen to you?" Men Hao's expression shifted drastically as he looked at the company commander with deep worry.

Fearing to disturb those cultivating within the jade pendant space, Xiao Feng stepped out of it and walked toward the martial arts practice field of the Gong Estate.

Zheng Zhilong's expression twitched slightly beside him, but seizing this opportunity to leave a good impression on his new master, he said, "Greetings, Prince Yu..." He was well aware of the kowtow rituals demanded by the Qing Dynasty, and once he pressed his legs down to kneel, it seemed to become second nature.

The Fairy of Stone was truly dumbfounded. To be honest, no matter how she imagined it, she never would have expected herself to end up on the receiving end of a lecture.

One had to admit that this magic academy truly lived up to its reputation as one of the four great academies. Just a single glance at its majestic and solemn appearance was enough to evoke an involuntary impulse of reverence in one's heart.

The reason he hadn't driven over was twofold: on one hand, he feared the car might be vandalized by the kidnappers; on the other hand, he did not want to alert the enemy prematurely.

"Have those three letters been caught?" Sakura Chiaki tapped out a message in cipher against Kihara Yasuharu's back.

This was something she often said, and she had told Wesley more than once, though he had never let her finish the final sentence.

"Boss, the deceased's social relations have been thoroughly investigated. Her lifestyle was very regular: she went to work and came home every day, had a wonderful relationship with her boyfriend, and was recently even preparing for their wedding. She had never harbored grudges or had conflicts with anyone." I reported the victim's background to the team leader.

The scene truly lapsed into an eerie silence. Ancelotti was no longer calm either; with wide eyes, he stared at the football still bouncing inside the opposing team's net.

Hearing this, Hongjun turned his head to look back at the Three Realms of the Primordial World, specifically at the "Origin Dao Realm" floating above the "Heavenly Court." High up in those Three Realms, Haotian, Yaochi, the River Styx, and many other surviving mighty figures gazed at the "Origin Dao Realm" in the sky.

Driven by the suspicion that the suspect might be suffering from a mental or behavioral disorder, I asked one final question before concluding the interrogation, instructing the county police officers to first arrange a psychological evaluation for the suspect.

"I will issue the orders immediately. From now on, they are your personal guards," Shangguan Honglie also said with a smile.

Xia Yu slowly opened her eyes on the bed. Seeming blinded by the harsh light, she squinted for a moment longer before gradually growing accustomed to the brightness and finally opening them fully. At that moment, Gao Hai's expression looked grim.

Taixuan took a slight breath, perceiving instantly that the spiritual energy between heaven and earth here was several times greater than that of the Condor Heroes and Heavenly Sword worlds, though he had no idea what world this actually was.

Terrified out of his wits, the crown prince flashed five-colored divine light beneath his feet, preparing to rely on a magical treasure to make his escape.

"Damn it, I cannot keep fighting her like this. If this continues, both that guy and I will die at her hands," Sha Ling thought to herself.

"I told him that tomorrow I would accompany him to the crematorium and personally take his ashes to the nearest free columbarium, so that those responsible for such matters wouldn't find him a bother and simply toss him into some random river or wasteland."

With a flick of his hand, Jiang Han shook off the censer fragments and ashes, revealing something resting quietly in his palm: an object about the thickness of a thumb and an inch in length, resembling a tree root.

At this thought, another matter suddenly crossed her mind, and she blurted out, "The sound of the flute! Could it be her? No, it cannot be her! She cannot live! She cannot be allowed to live!" Seized by sudden horror, she bolted through the door, determined to return to the inn to find her master.

No matter when it happened, whenever he wished to return to Earth, sooner or later he would have to pass the White Tiger. Thus, returning to Earth meant he had no choice but to risk his life and enter the Realm of Infinity.

The dozen or so people standing before the Monument of Military Strategy had all completed their evaluations, yet only five of the stele's assessments produced a glowing light, leaving ultimately just Yan Yuncheng and Zhan Zhen.

Following Gao Danping's introduction, Yan Yuncheng gained a basic understanding of Chu Feng's condition, and the two agreed to enter the palace the next day to treat him.

The rain of blades filling the sky seemed endowed with spiritual awareness as they hurtled straight toward Leng Feng. Leng Feng's long blade spun like a wheel, continuously clashing against the incoming blade rain in a brilliant display of spiritual light amidst a shower of metallic clanging.

After thirty strikes, his hands were already trembling; after forty, they had grown somewhat numb.

Ao Taixure made it abundantly clear that he intended to kill them all, rendering any words useless. Since words were useless, a fight to the death was the only remaining option.

Following emergency medical treatment, Si Junhao opened his eyes and regained consciousness. The stark white ceiling left him momentarily disoriented as to his whereabouts, and immediately afterward, he heard the sound of sobbing coming from beside him.

"Zhibao is a very strong-minded child; shall we ask for his opinion when the time comes?" She turned back to discuss the matter with him.

In truth, for Li Mu, launching other projects might have posed some difficulty, but initiating a highway project required truly minimal funding.

The two mighty beings ceased speaking, abruptly leaning close to each other with a tacit understanding, quietly savoring the peace of the moment. Wang Ming gazed far into the world beyond the Kunlun Mountains, looking out over the vast, magnificent primordial earth and the vast territories largely occupied by the people of the Shang Dynasty. Deep thoughts stirred within Wang Ming's mind as he meditated quietly.

As dusk fell and the howling gale tossed the sedan curtains up and down, Shi Youxin shivered, wide-eyed as he peered outside, only to spot shadowy figures slowly drifting past in the distance.

One had to admit that the 2nd Ranger Company truly deserved its reputation as the "cream of the crop" among elites. The few rangers who launched the surprise attack on Old Tang had not coordinated beforehand, nor had they exchanged even the most basic glance; they had simply struck Old Tang purely through a battlefield instinct and intuition.

Hiding nearby to watch the spectacle, Fengyue immediately clutched her stomach, putting on a convincing display of intense pain as her eyes and brows scrunched tightly together.

She would strive to forget Leng Erfeng, to forget the feeling of loving him. She would strive to step into his life and work hard to build a home that belonged to both of them.

Everyone knew that Native Americans were the indigenous people of the United States, and that almost all of American territory was seized from them. This raised a fundamental question: if the US acknowledged its wrongdoing in the treatment of Native Americans, should those forcibly seized lands be returned to them?

"Almost all cultivators achieve the realm of a sage by comprehending some form of the Five Elements or other great Dao laws, and subsequently grasp the forces of the Four Symbols, Yin and Yang, and Life and Death."

Approaching forty, Lao Feng was a master of modern Chinese painting and possessed the dignified demeanor of a benevolent elder. The only blemish on his overall image was a pair of slightly protruding upper front teeth. He spoke in a slow, measured manner, wearing a traditional button-down silk tunic paired with denim jeans and white-soled black cloth shoes.