Volume 1, Chapter 34: Anticipation

As Shisui’s voice faded, he slipped into a deep unconsciousness, collapsing into Fengtian’s arms.

Fengtian carefully placed Shisui into the Kamui dimension, then turned a dark, icy gaze toward the three figures in the distance.

"How is it? The taste isn't bad, is it? I know you just had a drink with that fellow Wan Dongliu, but his wine is either watered down with this spirit fruit or diluted with that herb—far too bland."

Just as his father had said, this was a magnificent opportunity. Once the Great Demon King was subdued, all his possessions would belong to him. But did he truly have the ability to do so? Ten thousand years ago, even the Fire God could not seize the Great Demon King’s storage ring. Could he?

The old lecher at the photo studio had been kicked in the groin just for brushing against her hand; was she really going to let Chi Yun off so easily?

Even for the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect, renowned for controlling exotic beasts and wild animals, a disciple at the Transcending Mortal Stage could control at most a hundred creatures. Furthermore, these beasts could not exceed the Spirit Grade; otherwise, the disciple risked being overwhelmed by the superimposed souls of the beasts, leading to a backlash of spiritual energy that would shatter their meridians.

Just as Jiraiya had said, over the past year or so, he had indeed grown another two or three centimeters.

She had committed such an ungrateful act; it was completely out of character for her. Ye Qianqian hurried outside, apologized profusely to Yun Zhong, and then boldly dragged him into the inn, pulling a handful of crystals from her storage space and tossing them at the innkeeper.

To recover from failure exactly where one fell—this was the conviction Fang Lei had held since he began his preschool education, and it was the belief that had inspired his entire life.

Mu Yi, naturally, would not reply to her; he took Li Luo by the hand and left the seafood restaurant without looking back.

They knew that while Hong Wanxing was indeed a prodigy, his family background was not prominent, and he was only in his twenties—how could he have amassed any significant wealth?

From the very beginning, blood splattered across the sky in a gruesome display. The white-haired man’s shoulder was nearly shattered by Qin Chuan’s strike. To his despair, his own attacks landed on Qin Chuan without any effect, as if he had collided with an ancient, immovable mountain.

Yuan Qiuhua said: "Find an opportunity to quarrel and fight with him. From then on, stop speaking and stop associating; become strangers so he will give up hope."

The others split the remaining furniture, with Tao taking a slightly larger share. However, Yue Li only held a single vase.

This was the secret strategic weapon of Huaxia: the Hong-1, a long-range bomber with a range of 6,000 kilometers. The mission this time was to bomb the headquarters of the Four-Nation Allied Forces in Osaka, Japan.

"I can refine it immediately, but your servant cannot guarantee success on the first try; it will require several attempts," Zhou An said.

Below was the kitchen sink, where a few bowls and plates were piled up, a few grains of fried rice stuck to the rim of a dish.

"Assistant Liu." Nie Wanluo stood up in a hurry. When they left this morning, Qiao Neng had said he would have Assistant Liu guide her for two months.

The fishing continued. A black dragon, a white elephant, and other creatures appeared one after another. Qin Chuan’s spirit grew increasingly powerful until, eventually, his consciousness began to blur, and he struggled to control the ever-surging power of his soul.

Watching Chen Mo’s smile, Si Hongkuo could not help but shake his head and sigh. He knew what Xiuping intended to do, and he knew the ancestor of the Mo Sect could certainly see through those intentions as well.

When the tanks rolled over the American positions, crushing the soldiers into heaps of pulp, the American will to resist collapsed instantly.

The mutated rat glared intensely at the wild boar; if not for the boar blocking its path, it would have long since bitten Wang Yang and the others to death. As for Li Yi, the mutated rat did not perceive him as much of a threat; in its eyes, all the danger lay in the wild boar.