Chapter 41

"It seems the two of you want what happened today to reach the outside world, and then your wives... tsk tsk, the consequences..." Jiang Yanchen purposely trailed off.

The sensation was profoundly wondrous. Clearly, he was in the ocean, yet it felt no different from being on solid ground.

Mei Xianling was utterly bewildered. She had merely exaggerated slightly to suit the occasion; why did He Gang react with such intensity?

City Lord Yaoguang and the others were not present at the moment, but their subordinates had already reported the events within the mystic realm to these city lords.

Under Zhou Yun's sweeping and awe-inspiring teachings, this spoiled second-generation heir finally understood something. Instead of crying, he lowered his head and took his scolding obediently.

No man could ever remain indifferent to such a matter, and Jiang Yanchen was no exception. He instinctively reached out to touch his lower back, genuinely feeling a lack of vitality.

The dark clouds spewed terrifying bolts of thunder laden with destructive energy, searching for the source and striking down thick, fierce lightning bolts.

Hearing such a threat from a defeated former foe, Sovereign Nether wasn't angry in the least. Instead, he leisurely stroked his waist-length beard with two fingers. Lately, being busy teaching a few disciples, he hadn't felt like laughing this heartily in a long time.

"I just love snatching your things!" Qian Yao's feet landed on the ground as an overwhelming aura erupted from her entire being. Her long dark hair fluttered wildly, and a torrential, sea-emptying surge of energy burst forth from within her body, filling the entire realm.

If they could understand the spells and secret manuals of the demonic path more thoroughly and know both themselves and their enemy, the immortal sect disciples would have a higher survival rate when encountering demonic cultivators in the future.

The gravitational system constructed by the planetary ring and the planet was relatively stable, yet a seemingly unremarkable planetary ring in some corner of the universe was now welcoming a subtle change.

Given Jia Chen's wit and intelligence, even if he were given enough wine to get drunk, he could never commit such a foolish act.

Hadn't he worked hard for so long precisely for the day he could calmly walk into such a top-tier university?

Madam Wang could not make sense of it. Her already pent-up grief was suddenly blocked by something, leaving her gasping for air before she fainted dead away.

Lowering her gaze, she saw the on-the-verge-of-death Mu Yue with his red, swollen eye rims and sorrowful expression. She hardened her heart and feigned indifference; she needed to play the pitiful card now, so her father's heartache would just have to wait.

Yet it was precisely because of these countless disposable mooks and foot soldiers that the Soul Refining Sect was able to grow and expand into the powerful force it was today.

Her lively, expressive eyes flashed with a sharp light, coldly sweeping across everyone present. Not a single person dared to meet her gaze, and they all hurriedly looked up at the sky, down at the floor, or into empty space.

Jia Rong wore a lewd smile that every man understood, assuming Jia Chen genuinely wished to become Wang Xifeng's favored intimate guest.

However, He Yiming immediately counterattacked, this time switching to an English dialect. It was much like the various regional dialects across China, completely untranslatable.

Before her threat could fully leave her lips, Edward hurriedly dragged Gina outward. Surprisingly, Gina did not struggle this time, allowing herself to be dragged out in a daze.

"Who are you? Why are you playing ghosts to scare people?!" Realizing it was not a ghost, Principal Mo regained much of his confidence, his voice growing considerably louder.

Then, an elderly man dressed in a golden Tang suit stepped out. His pace appeared leisurely yet was urgent and erratic, making it impossible to discern where his next step would land.

A brilliant gleam flashed in the young man's eyes. He retrieved a jade cup, followed by an electric drill, and began drilling a hole into the raw jadeite.

Feeling somewhat awkward, she was just about to change her seat when she unexpectedly found her cousin, Qin Zijun, sitting down on her other side. With people flanking her on both sides, sandwiching her in the middle, she found it difficult to say anything.

"Understood. Then hurry back." Mo Yu Jingchen understood her intent and dispatched Han Feng and Han Shuang to protect them in secret.

"If you don't speak, I can kill you right now!" Gripping her neck, Mo Yu Jingchen's gaze turned icy cold.

At a little past 8:00 AM, a brand-new Toyota Allion drove into the Ma residence. Pulling up to the villa entrance, two young men in casual wear hopped out. While unloading items, they told the elderly steward that Brother Qing's goods had arrived, and if it was convenient, they would teach him how to use them right now.

This allowed Luo Yanhai to breathe a sigh of relief. Though he couldn't be certain of the tears' efficacy, he certainly couldn't let Lin Jiayou test it out, could he?

At this moment, the heavens and earth changed color. With the removal of the enclosing net, the entire area surrounding the Quimu Shrine was shrouded in a thick layer of dark clouds.

After this battle, both sides gained a deeper understanding of one another. In terms of average strength, the three regions of Taoyuan Village had the upper hand, but they lost out in top-tier combat power. Patriarchs like Meng Chou grew ruthless, seemingly discussing venturing into dangerous forbidden zones to drastically boost their strength.

Those eyes, once bright and brimming with affection and poetry like spring water, had dimmed due to longing, losing their former lively vitality.

"I truly never expected that a traitor like you would still be alive," Song Yuanfeng said angrily to Ma Zhen.

Seeing his master felt like finding his backbone. Zhang Yang immediately pulled open his clothes to reveal a pitch-black expanse of skin on his chest, looking precisely as though it had been scorched by fire.

Sometimes his mind was finer than a needle; the slightest thing that displeased him would lead him to assume that all you scum thought he was old and useless, and therefore were abandoning him.

Furthermore, the Chinese team had actually crushed the French team by a massive 27 points in this match, scoring a staggering 107 points. This meant the Chinese team's offensive firepower was even stronger than that of the Australian team. Viewed in this light, the outside world's evaluation of the Chinese men's basketball team was bound to rise to yet another level.

"Yes, Company Commander." "Alright, let's go over and take a look. Our battalion always manages to run into the strangest occurrences." Zhang Wang gave a wry, helpless smile and shook his head. A brawl involving hundreds of people was indeed bizarre, but since the preparatory battalion had run right into it, what could they do?

All his efforts were aimed at making the battle run smoother. The blood shed by himself and his main force would spare allied troops from shedding twice or even several times as much blood. This battle had meaning and value, and this blood was well worth shedding.