Volume 1, Chapter 66: Requesting to Battle!

All five of them congratulated Guan Xingzhong and left happily with their red envelopes. They had truly learned something new today; with the quadruplets being born so smoothly, they wondered how the mayor's wife had maintained her health during pregnancy.

Meanwhile in the harbor district, Long Tao saw the replies to his post, paused for a moment, and then let out a cold laugh.

Make no mistake, Wang Guihua was not thinking about herself and Wang Feng, but rather about the unborn child in her belly. She imagined how adorable it would be to dress the babies in such clothes once they were old enough to walk.

Since their hands are immobilized and they cannot struggle, let's tie them up first. Then we'll pour some alcohol down their throats, dunk them in nightsoil, and our mission will be accomplished with flying colors. If they refuse to obey, we'll just strike the backs of their heads a few times. These wooden clubs are wrapped in thick cotton, so they won't leave any marks at all.

"Brother Zheng, we've bought a three-story Western-style house that used to be in the French Concession. Today I brought two jeeps and a truck over," Hongyu hurriedly reported to Wang Lianzheng.

Wang Hao and his group walked in the direction where the golden light had burst forth. As for where exactly the golden light was located, they had no idea. Along the road in the night, they encountered some Huaxia people and inquired about the whereabouts of that golden light.

She looked around with curious eyes, yet her poised, composed, and unruffled demeanor caused even the emperor to nod inwardly.

Etheldred recognized it instantly; in the films, Gandalf used this exact spell to block the Dark Lord Sauron's attacks for a good dozen seconds.

"You brought Biaozi over?" The old man asked in confusion, having clearly seen Wang Biao just before setting out.

Wang Feng smiled at Xuan Jinming. Although he understood that Xuan Jinming was seeking him out largely because of Battalion Commander Sun, the man's gesture demonstrated a sincere apology, so he naturally wouldn't put on airs. As the saying goes, it is better to gain a friend than to create an enemy.

What he most urgently wanted to figure out was precisely where he was. What kind of damned place was this? And how could he get out?

He now had complete and utter respect for Chu Yun, and was not only willing to cooperate with him, but also stopped dwelling on other extraneous matters.

Head after head of the primordial demons fell along the charging path, yet even more of them stepped upon the corpses of their kin to press forward, compressing the defensive line.

"No need. I'm confident about treating those three blockheads' injuries. At the very least, they won't wake up within a day," Richard waved his hand dismissively and said to Roland.

If the records left by the ancestor of the Bei clan were correct, Xu Fu was still alive, having cultivated for a millennium with strength akin to an earthly immortal, and perhaps he had already attained immortality.

Freeman's voice softened considerably. The snow terrain utility vehicle possessed an autonomous navigation function, proceeding automatically along the pre-set target route toward their destination, the floodgate.

"It's not like we've never fought before; didn't we end up in the hospital last time?" Zhenxi muttered a single sentence, causing the second half of the words lingering on Lin Hui's lips to remain unspoken.

Han Zhengfei quickly straightened up, wiped the smile from his face, and spoke in a deep voice as he followed closely behind Zhao Hao. On the way here, Zhao Hao had already explained their purpose for visiting Siyin Academy: to have a serious talk with the five judges before the second round of competition, making those five see reason and ensure their hands wouldn't shake when casting their votes for the rightful candidate.

It was glaringly obvious that the presidents of the other martial arts associations showed zero regard for Cheng Daofeng, as if mocking the Xuan City Martial Arts Association had become a traditional routine.

For eating food was, after all, one of life's great pleasures. Naturally, that assumed the food was delicious.

This wasn't out of favoritism; after all, shameless fellows like Wang Shu were in the minority, and Shen Zhetizi had reviewed a considerable number of exam papers himself, forcing him to admit that, at present, these scions of aristocratic families with a foundation of family education were indeed overall superior in quality to the scholars from humble backgrounds.

Especially during the battle outside Guangzong City, Hu Run had once sent word to the Qihu of Guangzong hoping they could dispatch troops to slightly hinder the northern route in order to completely annihilate the Jie army, but the Guangzong Qihu turned a deaf ear to this and refused to send troops. Although the final outcome was passable, they allowed the Jie general Shi Min to escape, which could hardly be called a complete victory.

The Demon Moon Pink Fire allowed him to kill enemies two realms above his own without any issue. The stronger his cultivation, the greater the might of the Demon Moon Pink Fire.

The skirmishers patrolled the gaps between the military formations, already fully armored and mounted with arrows nocked to their bowstrings, ready to seize the opportunity to charge into the enemy ranks at any moment.

Above the conference room where Tian Ermiao and the others were located, a change occurred: a circular disk emerged, one meter in diameter, its surface riddled with holes.

With a deafening crash, the wicker gate was pushed open. Shen Zhetizi glanced into the estate through the churning dust and saw that the layout was completely different from his prior memories; a rammed-earth wall now stood squarely between the front courtyard and the middle courtyard.

"I'm not going," Ling Yu refused flatly. He had never had much interaction with them to begin with, so why should he subject himself to other people's cold stares?

Ling Yu did not argue. If they had difficulties that genuinely required his help, lending a hand wouldn't hurt, and it could even earn him more coins.

Having brewed up his ultimate strategy all night, Shen Zhetizi arrived at the Grand Guardian's Manor bright-eyed and bushy-tailed during the morning meeting the next day. The moment he stepped into the hall, he drew numerous glances. After all, Tai Cheng was only so large, and once certain matters showed signs of movement, those qualified to know were invariably informed at the very first instance.

The figure of Meng Changsheng swept across the vast sky, treading the void in flight. Although given his current realm he could not yet achieve true flight through the empty air, he was still capable of short bursts of soaring through the heavens. Yet even this display alone, in the eyes of Lin Qi and the others, was no different from the arts of immortals and beings of divine caliber.