Volume 1, Chapter 52: Battle of the Gods!

Rong Chen's face was impeccably chiseled, a striking blend of raw wildness and masculine ruggedness that radiated a fierce handsome charm, brimming with raw hormones.

Once the power of the soul broke through the threshold of a century, it at best reinforced this capability of his to a certain extent.

Then what would be the point of marriage? Fall in love with whoever crosses your path, and let the unloved one forever remain the third wheel.

Never had he expected to encounter a dual-transmigration scenario. While he had initially felt somewhat smug about it, he was now gripped by a sense of trepidation. Indeed, transmigration was not a panacea; perhaps youth was his only remaining advantage.

Beneath the monster lay strands of white tentacles that invaded the human brain and intertwined tightly with its body, those pale, fleshy fibers resembling white roots choking an entire flowerpot.

Attacks descending from the heavens showered upon every corner of the earth, as endless airdrops wantonly obliterated all architecture across the land, leaving tens of thousands of unfortunate souls dead in the wake of the aerial bombardment.

Huge chunks of furniture and porcelain crashed down from above from time to time, and many people failed to dodge in time, getting their heads split open by the impact.

"It is already painted, and it must be mounted to preserve it properly," Ye Sanniang said, her glistening eyes fixed on her.

Gan Haisheng’s family was completely dumbfounded. This young man who had suddenly appeared was someone they had never seen nor had any impression of, yet to protect their family, he dared to resort to killing right off the bat.

Meanwhile, Ye Ying of Heishan County remained completely unaware that his name had been brought up in the Golden Hall of Daning; at this moment, he was still racking his brains over the livelihood issues of the three counties under his control.

As it turned out, when Wang Yong's forces deployed north of the Great River were besieged by an army of over one hundred thousand from Northern Zhou, Wang Yong had also crossed the river to provide reinforcement. To his dismay, Northern Zhou successively mobilized another hundred thousand troops, and even brought in the Sumomo Mohe tribal army that had previously defected to Northern Zhou.

Clearly, the true form of the Mountain and River State Diagram resided within this stone tower. Before Jiang Tian and his companion could react, Master Piggy had already zipped right inside.

Inside, it was pitch black, though the cave widened slightly, allowing two people to walk abreast. The surrounding walls were pitch dark and the space was narrow, with this passage extending all the way deep underground.

"What? Afraid? Where did that composure of yours go just now? What about that carefree detachment? Is my chariot something an ant like you can dare to block?" A cruel smile crept onto the corner of Zi Lingtian's lips.

A military advisor ranked a major step higher than a recording clerk, while scribes and clerks were beneath notice. While not an insurmountable chasm, closing the gap required an equal measure of luck and hard effort.

The man in the suit was infuriated, his expression turning even frostier. Yet, things having reached this stage, any further words would truly be redundant nonsense, so he immediately sealed his lips and gave a slight wave of his hand.

Zi Lingtian pondered that whoever possessed the fragments of the Invincible Berserk System could harness its power, and since the Black Sea had existed for an immensely long time, the owner of those fragments must have been overwhelmingly formidable. Perhaps this was merely one of his former resting places.

Though he did not understand what was happening, seeing Li Yang wave his hand, the waiter agreed and withdrew to summon someone.

The Tier A Dan-realm powerhouses of the North Gate were the main force of the operation, and while figures like Dongfang Buer and other Transformation-realm martial artists could go up to gain some experience, it was on the premise of ensuring their own safety first.

Guo Fu was different; she knew nothing about standing on ceremony, and whatever dishes she liked, she would completely monopolize.

Regardless of circumstances, Lin Zhuozhuo was currently Zhu Changjin's secondary consort; once he truly made a move, Zhu Changjin would definitely assume she was deliberately crossing him.

"Cough, cough-cough, it's not like you've never seen it, you don't have to look at me like that." Qilin thought to himself as he watched their expressions, reflecting that he had revealed his true form before, so why were these fellows acting like they had never seen anything when facing his second uncle?

Lin Zhuozhuo restrained herself from losing her temper in front of so many people, slightly parting her lips to take a deep breath.

By comparison, Lin Yi had nearly reached the threshold of the main gate of the Taiji Palace, whereas she had been stopped three paces away.

This trio combined—judging solely by their backs, let alone her, drew frequent, burning gazes from a crowd in the hotel lobby, looks so intense they seemed ready to devour people whole.

Mu Junyan. A postgraduate graduate from Qingbei, the new history teacher who had joined just yesterday. The original history teacher had gone home to give birth.

Lin Yi knew that the Daoist Master of Tianfu was addressing the mad old man and the Sovereign of the Center. When the mad old man and the Sovereign of the Center walked together behind the straw hut, they exchanged a glance, smiled sheepishly at Lin Yi, and then stepped into the straw hut.

The glaring incandescent light beat down upon the ink-dark floor, casting long, drawn-out shadows of him and her from the faint flashes of dark sheen on the ground, while also projecting a ring of droplet-like, dim luminescence upon her porcelain-delicate face.

Lang Duan's smile was infectious, touching Ma Hongmei and everyone present. Unable to help herself any longer, Ma Hongmei broke into a smile as well... Seeing President Ma smile, everyone else began to chuckle secretly.

Tang An mobilized the energy throughout his body, and instantly a five-meter-long divine dragon materialized on his right hand, lifelike and resonating with roars. With a single palm strike from Tang An, the five-meter divine dragon surged forth majestically.

As a grand senior of the music festival, possessing immense popularity and having just swept all major music awards as a diva, how could she possibly have no tasks assigned to her?

Whether it was a reporter or a fan who leaked the matter onto Weibo, before the police even arrived, the internet was already wildly circulating the news.

This was one of the proudest creations of this Grade-Nine Soul Master—the Grade-Nine Soul Tool, the Silver Turtle Shield. Normally, it automatically absorbed the ambient heavenly and earthly energy of the air, storing it within three emeralds to be released when necessary, boasting a defense so formidable that even a Super Douluo would find it hard to breach.