Volume One, Chapter 38: Visitors from the Six Doors

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Meng Xingchen struck a punch to the Dry Demon’s jaw, sending her flying like a cannonball into the wall. Shanya’s eyes scanned the nailed-shut window; only a sliver of light revealed it was still daytime. Dust particles floated in the air, especially noticeable in the sunlight, resembling unwashed hair shedding countless dandruff flakes at the slightest shake.

“Of course, as the princess consort, I do have some common sense in this regard, don’t I, Commander Lü?” Yu Zinuo eagerly blinked at the silent Lü Yin.

In short, even the CEO maintained a demeanor as if expecting Ye Hailan to beg her for mercy, his mind once again drawn here.

Bu Hui quickly retreated to avoid the threat of the self-propelled artillery. Glancing at the tank’s status in the lower left corner, he felt like crying— the driver was dead, and the sighting scope was broken.

At that moment, the two artillery shells hit, instantly reducing the health from 1,400 to just over 700 points. Fortunately, the fortress retreated promptly, and the enemy failed to realize the supply line had been severed.

Just as the plane was about to take off, it suddenly halted. The passengers grew restless momentarily, but after a minute, the flight resumed, and the agitation gradually subsided.

Even Lian Aotian was infuriated. Nofier gave Hailan a smug smile, as if saying no special tactics were needed—Lian Aotian would grow increasingly resentful of Ye Hailan on his own.

After Nangong Ling finished speaking, Nangong Feng darted away like a flash, leaving Ling alone to spin in the office chair. Whoever was behind this had to pay the price—this was Nangong Ling’s principle, unbreakable by anyone.

Qi Tianhui closed his eyes and issued the withdrawal command in his mind. A prompt appeared before him; he selected “Confirm,” and darkness engulfed his vision once again as Lin Ziyuan’s voice echoed in his ears.

Due to the flight delay, they returned to the Jiang family only on the morning of the third day by Chinese time. Jiang’s parents, who did not use the internet, were unaware of Jiang Yu and Qi Xi’s arrival. Early that morning, seeing both return brought them great joy.

However, she did not regret it. Though Ye Zhiqing was detestable, his profound affection was touching. Exhausting his spiritual power to send the two back into reincarnation was the best ending for them.

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Every enterprise touched by Wan Zixiong was nearly sealed off, and no one knew how many people had been arrested.

Even Lian Xin blushed, muttering a curse silently but still walked toward him. Jiang Yu’s smile was utterly disarming; she had been seduced by beauty.

“Are you sure he’s not the Fifth Brother in disguise?” Chi Shang Huizi asked, signaling the stakeout team to move in.

In China, ordinary people rarely make wills—doing so before death feels unlucky, ominous. Both Ming’s father and mother attended university; Ming’s mother came from an intellectual family. They likely wouldn’t be so superstitious.

Watching Shen Yu arm in arm with Liu Qianqian, responding to blessings one by one, the lofty dignitary smiled warmly at Shen’s father and the Liu family head. “May the Shen and Liu families unite like Qin and Jin, creating peace in chaotic times…” The banquet was noisy, yet this phrase pierced clearly and sharply, grating on the ears.

Both parties knew well that no one should speak on this matter; the best outcome was silence—no questions, no mention.

Shi Shi doubted the possibility. Zhu Xiaojun was somewhat absent-minded; it wasn’t strange that she got lost.

As for their feud with Leng Feng Fort, it was not his place to intervene, nor was there a need to make more enemies over it.

Perhaps repeatedly provoked, the sophomore students, ignoring the intervening security, surged toward the juniors.

Though no one knew what the object Qipo Tian held was, all felt this token was no ordinary item. Its aura of ancient weariness alone proved its uniqueness.

Long Ma had already awakened spiritually. Upon learning someone dared to covet its master, it howled skyward, raising its forehooves and stamping heavily into the void.

Just as he was lost in thought, He Weiqing suddenly opened his mouth and spat out several mouthfuls of dirty water, then began to weep.

“You killed my Chaos Thunder Dragon—this is its revenge for you!” Ling Xiao shouted, launching another attack that bound all of Oslo’s limbs and essence, leaving no chance of escape.

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Soon, all enemies in the wooden huts on both sides were eliminated. The group moved closer between the two central buildings, but upon rushing inside, found it utterly deserted.

Hearing the weak voice from the bed, even trembling all over, she acted without hesitation or thought and immediately opened her arms to embrace.

“What’s going on?” Lieutenant Colonel Desai grabbed a soldier who had jumped in panic into the trench. The soldier had even thrown his rifle aside, flustered and unwilling to pick it up.

Xiang Xue quickly caught the steel bullet, placed it between the two rails of the gun staff, and unleashed her spiritual power. Quantum forces manipulated ions to surge wildly along the rails, sparking faint electric currents.

“What do you want, Liu Yansong!” Du Wanchao trembled in fear, his whole body shaking as he stammered.

“Are you alright?” Huang Quan looked at Zheng Yi with concern. Zheng Yi had been decisively defeated in his confrontation with the Four Souls Jade.

However, when British Foreign Secretary Richard Wellesley asked the Jewish banker to bribe Andrew Desai with 300,000 pounds, Nathan did not hesitate to provide his family’s gold reserves under his control as diplomatic support.

Zheng Yi shook his pale face. Even though her body was well preserved, now appearing asleep, lifelessness remained lifelessness.

“Thank you all for your hard work…” Li Jingyun murmured, unsure whom the words were addressed to, as she brushed the disheveled hair of Xiao Mengyu.

At Hua Yushi’s throat, a sudden roar erupted. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead again. A faint spiritual glow revolved around him, and the roaring from his dantian grew stronger, nearly deafening.

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