Volume 1, Chapter 39: Master Fang is Dead

The Japanese army believed that no matter who these raiders were, they would never dare to infiltrate the plains. Their disappearance must mean they had retreated into the mountainous regions. Although the Japanese had discovered a large number of heavy horseshoe prints in certain directions, they had yet to determine the exact path taken by the raiders.

Sunlight streamed through the pristine glass window, illuminating one side of his busy frame and making his heroic posture appear all the more imposing and graceful.

Fu Can certainly would not give them a chance. With a horizontal slash of his long sword, he forced the tall man back and retreated sharply. Utilizing the reach of his Wind-Breaking Sword, he continued to maneuver around the five men.

Old Man Guo shot two and wounded one with five rounds, but he merely shifted to a new ambush position. His muzzle, however, never wavered from the Japanese wounded soldier who, though not yet dead from a bullet to the thigh, was howling in agony as his femur was likely shattered.

They say a dark and windy night is a night for killing. For some reason, Xiaofeng felt as though something was about to happen—a premonition that felt deeply unsettling.

Dai Li was shocked because Wang Tianmu was his veteran subordinate. Having his own man taken away was tantamount to someone declaring war on him.

Seeing Calathea looking over in surprise, Clara ignored her and complained with a cold sneer.

This "corpse-dissolving powder" was extremely rare; he had obtained it by chance, and now it had come in handy just at the right moment.

Cali, however, was already burning with rage. The moment Demos turned to leave, she grabbed a black cloth and covered the crystal ball.

"Xiaxia, where am I?" As Xiaxia turned her head, she found that Lun had sat up.

"Gold-something, you... you are talking nonsense! My son just turned ten this year, don't you dare slander me!" The man addressed as Fatty Han trembled, his fat shaking as if he had been stepped on his tail.

Lin Yu frowned slightly when he heard the term "psychic constitution." This was already the umpteenth time he had heard of this physique, and Murong Xian possessed it exactly. However, now was clearly not the time to ask about it; he did not want the Mask to know that a "psychic" was by his side.

Zixiang gently gripped Yezi's hand and began to channel energy. Perhaps due to the nature of their attributes, the energy transfer was slow at first, to the point where the flow of power within the body was barely perceptible.

The people present were shocked by the Griffin's words. Could this be true? Weren't magical beasts just things from games? How could they be the ancestors of the Beast Tribe?

Qing Heng vomited blood, having been defeated and severely injured, leaving him with no strength to resist.

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However, reality proved the exact opposite of his plans. Not only did his attempt to harm others backfire, but the source of the poison was identified in full view of everyone. If it had been any other poison, even if something happened, it would have remained an internal family matter; even if it were a scandal, outsiders could not intervene.

"Fine! If they dare to lay a hand on the innocent elves, Grandpa Gaia will show them what it feels like to be sent flying!" Gaia clenched his fists, his eyes filled with fighting spirit.

The Heavenly Demon tribe stood apart in the Demon Realm, yet they were ostracized by other demon clans because they would possess and bewilder members of other races to parasitize them. This made them particularly hated, hunted, and killed, often leaving them with nowhere to hide and forcing them to live in the most remote corners.

Upon hearing this, Yufuluo’s face was instantly clouded with disappointment. True, no matter how high the price was, it was always up to Liu Fan to decide how much he wanted to buy. Even if the Xiongnu wanted to sell, they couldn't force the cattle and horses on him if he didn't need or want them.

Chu Tianjun did not expect Longyue to come up with such an excuse at a time like this; it was true that she had a cute side after all.

That aura! And looking at the opposing side, what was there? Just an empty sky and clouds like cotton.

"Furthermore, find out what Xiang Ji's current mental state is. Was he affected by the 'songs of Chu on all four sides' just now?" Chen Ping stepped forward and interjected.

Su Xingzhi remained silent, her hands squeezed until they turned red and white from the effort. Facing this powerful figure, she could only endure it in silence.

After being consoled by Su Chen, Li Keke finally felt a slight sense of relief and followed Su Chen toward the antique shop.

Being on familiar terms was one thing, but one had to avoid any messy complications... getting Chenxun involved would be troublesome.

As they talked, they became more and more congenial. Lin Baoyue spoke more freely, and her movements became natural; it seemed she had completely let down her guard.

There was no telling how many young women in the factory had set their sights on him, egging on mutual acquaintances to try and set them up.

People pulled him over to compare, and sure enough, his sachet looked like a bright red rooster, while the other three looked like disheveled hens.

Listening to Su Chen's words, Li Keke took a few deep breaths and felt much better, a faint flush of color returning to her cheeks.

Wary of Lu Jin's strength, Ye Shenqiu dared not provoke him, so he vented his frustration on Ye Yuxuan instead.

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At least, when she saw Xie Xuan in the future, she would not have to bow, nor would she have to be so attentive to her moods.

"Qin'er, what is going on here?" Feng Liuran looked at Feng Xueqin in astonishment. The scene was quite clear, wasn't it? She had done all of this.

But Su Qiao seemed to have already guessed it; now, besides Senior Yiming Yuan, the only people Lu Qingqing could contact were Situ Hexuan and Gu Chen.

The baleful energy in the outer layer of the Death Zone was overwhelming for most of the cultivators present; they could never be as calm and composed as Lu Jin, which was precisely the point.

The severely decayed wooden planks began to scatter, and some of the heavier objects fell straight down, which acted as a sort of filtering mechanism.

One of the hot-tempered elders of the Xu family rushed in immediately, speaking bluntly and loudly, his arrogance quite exaggerated.

Feng Yitao remained calm, watching Lu quietly, with the four Great Mixed Origin realm experts—Wind, Rain, Thunder, and Lightning—surrounding him, subtly closing in on Lu Jin.

The Lost City in the Guman Kingdom was a special place where strength was paramount, and there were no laws or constraints.

"But, Sect Master, you know it's fake!" Di Xiu blurted out. As a direct participant, how could Di Xiu not know that Jun Yixiao had been framed?

A cold sensation seeped into Jun Yixiao's body through his skin, and he felt his mind become incomparably clear at that moment.

Tian Yu and the others knew their strength was inferior to Mo Tian's and did not want to be influenced by him, so they focused intently on refining their respective medicinal materials. The effect was significant, and the first category of primary ingredients was nearing completion.

It was originally planned to be kept in reserve for the Marquis of Tianwu, but Lin Chen suddenly had the idea of cultivating this Corpse Emperor, which was, after all, equivalent to a second-grade Demon Immortal. If Lin Chen could obtain a Corpse Emperor as a bodyguard, he would not fear even the Immortal Martial realm experts.