Volume 1, Chapter 36: Wounded

Little did they know, a hundred miles away at the Japanese military headquarters, Jiro Onii was planning a major operation targeting the main forces of the Eighth Route Army.

"I'm afraid this won't end well; they’re going to get into trouble..." Laishi said, his concern evident; one look was enough to tell he was a simple, honest man.

Zuo Yi glanced around, and seeing that people were still peering in their direction, he nodded in agreement.

Meanwhile, Chen Guoran was holding his own against two opponents, Han Xingrui and Su Peili, showing absolutely no sign of falling behind.

One minute... two minutes... after nearly twenty minutes had passed, the sense of urgency in my heart finally vanished completely.

"Cleave is a king, so is our king not a king as well?!" The golden-armored skeleton roared in fury, snapping back.

She turned her head immediately and saw Tang Yueze give her a slight shake of his head. She had no choice but to swallow her frustration, remaining sullen and silent.

Lin Feng whispered to himself, then turned around. Ignoring his gaze, he stepped toward the Flood Dragon Grotto and returned to his original position.

The arena was already a ruin. Most of the remaining people had been pinned to the ground by the rock spikes conjured by Yi Feng’s Earth Sword Qi. As the spikes pierced through their chests, the thick, metallic scent of blood filled the air, and one could see the internal organs and intestines of many corpses spilling out through their shattered torsos.

Wang Ge understood, picked up his radio to report, and then handed it to Liu Ya.

Behind them, the members of the Chivalry Sect arrived. They hesitated for a moment, but the square-faced youth, who appeared to be their leader, glanced back at the Blood Demon Sect members trailing them, and then decisively led his people past the terrifying stone tablet.

If she had still held a sliver of hope for them before, she now held none at all for this man.

Hearing the shout from the President of the Som Republic, Pharaoh Som gave a faint smile, his ram-horned scepter continuing to wave back and forth.

After the injection, he continued the chest compressions. "Check the pulse, observe the pupils." He Yunfei’s face brightened, for he could see the patient’s lips turning from purple to a faint, healthy pink.

Sun Guangming shuddered at his words. By the looks of it, the supermarket proprietress had to be at least forty—old enough to be his mother—yet Chen Qiaoshan was calling her "sister." Just thinking about it made him feel embarrassed for him.

Watching the elven warriors flee in haste, Rodria Asur shrugged, bored.

Legend has it that Bian Que traveled to many states, devoting his entire life to the art of medicine. Li Xi, the Imperial Physician of Qin, knowing he was no match for Bian Que, sent men to ambush and kill him on the road.

At eight o'clock in the evening, amidst ethereal music, Leng Yuefei appeared before the crowd. Her exquisite attire drew waves of screams. With a smile, Leng Yuefei officially began her concert.

"Pfft, what’s there to be afraid of? Isn't there another layer on?" Long Ling said. She walked over to Lan Hai’s bed, picked up a wooden stick standing by the table, and poked Lan Hai in the buttocks.

Du Heng grabbed the doctor’s arm and asked frantically, "Doctor, is it true that I can't have children anymore? Is it?" The desperation in his eyes made it hard for the doctor to face him.

"But didn't your loan come through? I’m currently in talks with several high-end silk merchants about an agency deal. The chances of success are quite high; it would be a shame not to pursue it," I couldn't help but say. I had been involved in this project all along and had even contacted quite a few clients. It had been progressing well, but with Old Deng causing such a stir, I felt quite disheartened.

I have performed rituals with spirit flags in mountains filled with graves, and I have ventured into mass burial pits to extract Yin energy from skulls, but back then, my heart had never felt as oppressed as it did tonight.

Watching Jing Zhichen turn, Luo Yiyi lowered her head, composed her expression, and followed him into his office.

One of them, a blockheaded fellow, shoved him and said, "Ling Quan, you tell us." That was how Du Heng learned his name was Ling Quan.

However, seeing so many guns pointed at me, I couldn't just focus on the sentimentality. I aimed my palms at those machine guns, using my mental power to control their direction, slowly shifting them toward Yin Lintian.

Then, two seconds later, he yanked me away from the two big men behind me, pulled me directly into another alleyway, and stopped.

But just as that flicker of guilt rose in my heart, the white cat suddenly arched its back and darted toward the willow tree.

"Cough, cough..." A violent fit of coughing suddenly erupted, echoing through the silent mansion.

Lin Chong stood outside the door and probed inside with his spiritual sense, but a powerful rebounding force instantly repelled him.

Min Qingrou lifted the curtain and entered the room, while Yuan Qiao returned to the main chamber after placing the vase in her own room.

Gu Yunnian ignored his anger and opened the window a finger’s width, letting in the slightly damp air.

Ordinary martial artists at the Dark Energy stage were simply too weak in this world. It could be said that almost any practitioner of the Qi Refining stage who had just stepped onto the threshold of immortality could defeat and kill Lin Zhilan.

After bidding farewell to his aunt and her husband, Lin Chong drove his pickup to a remote forest. Once he was certain no one was around, he went to the back of the truck and sorted the jars of wine into the Farmhouse Immortal Villa.