Twenty-one thousand and twenty-one

The torrential rain that fell upon Zhang Miaoran and Zhou Zhe seemed to be repelled by an invisible raincoat, sliding harmlessly to the ground.

Rising so early to toil away—truly a diligent soul—yet, alas, misguided in direction.

His elder brother despised him; his father looked down upon him; the entire clan scorned him. They knew not that he had long awakened his supernatural abilities and thus concealed them quietly.

In his prolonged lifespan, Xu Yuan had devised methods to confront the myriad Buddhas, one being the Long-armed Arhat.

Just then, Su Liyue’s keen eyes caught a fleeting white shadow dart past before her.

Wang Zhan suddenly unleashed a furious roar, his body exuding a terrifying aura as if an ancient primordial beast had awakened.

Situ Erlang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and glared skyward, only to realize that Lu Li was no longer above.

Ye Cangming finally decided to release Jiu’er’s hand, partly to gauge her attitude and partly because he knew well that holding on would only infuriate her and deepen her avoidance.

Most crucially, one vassal preparing forces within the city—among the three families who had defected, it boasted the largest contingent, over a thousand troops. Their patriarch had already reached the rank of True Monarch. Upon seeing their elder’s defection, the rest swiftly surged toward the city’s array formation core.

Lu Yongcong couldn’t help but curse inwardly. Damn it, what rotten luck plagued him today, encountering fools everywhere he went.

In other words, Ji Haotian had cultivated friendships with numerous imperial rulers, or rather, these emperors had lavished him with imperial edicts to curry favor.

Such an act, if done by a living man, would be excruciating—splitting off a portion of one’s divine consciousness is no easy feat. Yet these two ancient cultivators, whose divine essences were mere remnants, accomplished it almost simultaneously and without hesitation.

The other two teammates had fallen; only Liu Yi and the streamer Yibao remained. It must be said, Yibao’s strength was indeed formidable.

Sun Fengzhao, ever astonished, was once again stunned by the extravagance of the ancient cultivators. It turned out that the stones he had overlooked all along contained embedded isolating stones, like those he had seen at the Songgao Sect’s Medicine Cauldron Peak.

“Such precise calculation—there must be a great matter awaiting us here,” Tan Jue’s brow twitched.

The group chatted for a long while, only pausing at dinner time to share a meal together.

“I don’t know! No one knows why these beasts fight so desperately, risking everything to breach human defenses!” the captain shook his head.

Thus, at this auction house, divine consciousnesses flitted wildly. Yet Sun Fengzhao’s focus was not on the high-grade artifacts on the stage below, but rather on the two young nobles in the adjacent, then the next adjoining, private chambers.

Hua Tianwu roared inwardly with venomous rage, his hands wildly gesturing as he approached Jiang Lian. In the next instant, his long, cold-glinting fingernails nearly scraped Jiang Lian’s face.

“That settles it,” Ming Fan said lazily, turning to the doctor who had just finished the examination.

Undeniably, Sui Ran, Li Gen, and Li Muhao were undisputed ace players in their club, elite newcomers who carried themselves with pride.

Oladipo sat on the bench, towel draped over his head, his eyes already reddened, yet he fought desperately to hold back tears.

“Damn it! Kill them all! Kill to the death!” the captain barked, gripping his gun and firing relentlessly.

As they advanced along the main road, traps triggered sporadically—some sword ghosts were struck down by flying arrows, others killed by explosions. Because the traps appeared irregularly, Ma Jun’s forward scouts remained unharmed, but those behind, under protection, fell victim to arrows, causing casualties.

The palace itself was crafted entirely from pure, milky-white jade, pristine and translucent.

A private chamber? Though this underworld city belonged to Ma Jun, he had never built a single dwelling.

“Having a friend like you, I feel luckier than the bloodthirsty iron ants sent to exterminate the divine,” Ming Fan glanced at Yun Huangtian and shook his head.

The next moment, Jiang Lian flung aside her hair, which curved gracefully and landed beside Feng Qing.

Seeing Elder Shi Chang and Long Fei return to the Fo Guang Temple, the mercenaries hurried forward with concern.

Yet conversely, because of Shen Qielan, thinking the tragic deaths of her father and brothers justified was impossible.

Qin Muyun watched where she went, his eyes flickering as he opened the car door and stepped out. Nie Jiajia had already obtained medicine from the shop clerk, paid, and emerged. They were adults; there was no need for awkwardness. Without even looking, she took the pills and swallowed them dry.

“That no longer matters. The number of horned goblins has decreased; even if discovered, it’s inconsequential!” Tian Xuan Wuhen remained calm, constantly drawing his bow and shooting while searching for the best position.

To befriend such a person, Carlet was willing to sacrifice everything but his life and freedom.

Though unclear why these beasts invading the human world this time were significantly weaker than the seven SSS-grade ones before.

“Qin Hao? Who is Qin Hao? Come with me to my office and tell me everything you know in detail,” Zhang Xiaoyun said, realizing something, and led Su Wanqi into her office.

After all, skinning someone alive was too cruel; they bore no mortal enmity to justify such brutality.

She never expected Lin Feng to have been gone less than twenty minutes before such an incident occurred—it was truly surprising.

Jackson was the seventh president of the United States, while George Washington, the first president, needed no introduction—he was known as the Father of the Nation.

Though Emperor Zhengde had appointed Zhang Zhijie as governor of Xuanda, it was merely to shift from a defensive posture at the frontier and strike hard at the invading steppe cavalry, to vent some resentment and curb their arrogance.