Volume 1, Chapter 60: The Last Line of Defense

"The Judge... The Decision-Maker..."
"And now an Arbiter appears..."
"Tell me, you people are just like nesting dolls, one after another—aren't you sick of this?!"
Feng Tian looked at the man in front of him who called himself the Arbiter with a helpless expression, feeling utterly speechless at the bottom of his heart.
Although the surrounding space was sealed off, given Feng Tian's methods, eradicating the man before him could not have been simpler.

Bai Suzhen shook her head. "No, Qing'er. Why don't we try a different way to fight today? Monk, both of you and I know magic. Although you possess the Heavenly Golden Bowl, as long as you fail to cultivate the supreme magical power, you still cannot do anything to me. Always fighting and killing like this, I see no point in it."

Hot water was boiling in the pot on the kitchen stove, puffing out clouds of steam. Yet the firewood in the stove firebox had not gone out and was still crackling away.

Qiao Feng nodded and said, "True, quite a few people actually know about this habit," a trace of joy already appearing on his face.

First, wipe down all the surfaces of the furniture with a clean rag, then sweep the floor thoroughly with a broom. Finally, pick out the dirtiest and oldest rag from the pile, fetch a bucket of water, pour in laundry powder, stir it until it foams, put the rag in and knead it a few times, then drop down onto the floor and scrub every single corner, inside and out.

Upon hearing this, the Xianbei cavalrymen immediately thought it made sense. If they couldn't defeat the Han troops under Gao Shun's command, surely they could still kill these two.

[Super Thunder Bead], E-rank prop, the condensed essence of thunder element. Properties: 1. Can unleash a bolt of lightning within a fifty-meter range, causing E-rank magic damage. 2. Can absorb the power of thunder to strengthen and evolve; when upgraded to the highest-grade thunder bead, it becomes a Thunder Element Seed.

He had not fought with all his might for a very long time. In Chen Fan's memory, his last all-out battle was when he faced the Eastern Emperor Taiyi in the Qin Dynasty plane. He was also eager to know what his true strength was currently.

Charging forward and backward in a chaotic mass, horses' heads collided with horses' rumps. Amidst this sudden terror, quite a few of the Hu soldiers fell from their mounts.

Li He thought for a moment, stopped the hot-headed Lin Kai, and dialed the number of High Reincarnation Enforcer Yu.

Lin Hai said this, intentionally or unintentionally glancing at Ahu, scaring the master's head so much that it gave a violent shudder.

Regardless of whether others held the former interpretation or the latter idea, neither was particularly important, because the emergence of both emotions and reactions was entirely within Zhang Chen's plan. On the contrary, the negative thoughts of the mutated entities—the more people who harbored such thoughts, the more advantageous it would be for Zhang Chen's subsequent plans.

She lifted her head abruptly, looking at Ze Yan with a pair of large eyes filled with tears and panic, let out a wail, tightly hugged his neck, and buried her face in his shoulder, sobbing loudly.

After some contemplation, Li Yi immediately figured out where he fell short, and he was confident that he would fight better next time.

Moreover, due to the lack of space, most young people learning to play musical instruments chose to practice in public parks. Being at an age full of youthful vigor and hot blood, this inevitably sparked a trend of "musical showdowns."

This was just like a conditioned reflex. In a daze, the crew-cut man's shoulder twitched, he shuddered instinctively, and with a "swoosh," he lunged forward.

The Y61 pickup is the king of desert off-roading among pickup trucks, but on the highway, it was no match for the vehicle behind it. Once the two Toyota Land Cruisers opened up their horsepower to the full, they gradually shortened the distance. Jin Rong-wan's eyes gleamed with a chilling, heart-palpitating coldness in the night, fixed straight ahead on Jiang Zhen's Y61.

Jinfeng glanced at him expressionlessly, uttering not a single word, pulled her horse's reins to ride alongside the carriage, and directly ignored Baili Yue, whose mouth was twisted with anger off to the side.

To tell the truth—and it wasn't that he was being shamelessly boastful—in an era when legal awareness had only just begun to take root and social order was gradually being restored, having a notorious older brother like him actually served as the strongest and most powerful safeguard for Hong Yanru's safety.