Chapter 59

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Hearing unusual noises outside and fearing trouble, Meng Ye broke through the door, causing Manna to withdraw her hands.

Holding two expensive jade slips, You Lanmu cast a glance down at the wine gourd hanging from the red-nosed old man's waist. Having advanced to the eighth layer of Qi refinement, his sensitivity to spiritual energy had noticeably increased. He sensed the gourd was brimming with spiritual energy, and recalling that reckless drinking session from before, You Lanmu swallowed a mouthful of saliva with a trace of lingering nostalgia.

Looking at the essentially carried-back, half-dead fellow before him, Lansheng realized for the first time just how terrifying Meng Yanshan's demonic prowess truly was. This also made him understand why those people's eyes flashed with stars whenever Ruan Qingcheng was mentioned—he now knew it was neither reverence nor admiration, but pure fear.

"How will we know unless we give it a try?" I said with a smile. Under Liu Qingxue's tense gaze, I grabbed Boss Zeng's hand while reaching out with my other hand toward the hairpin.

As she uttered those words, she paid no heed to the opinions of the people around her, her voice unusually loud, causing all the coffin-bearers from Zhangjia Village to look over in this direction, their eyes filled with fury.

The two sat facing each other in silence. Chewing on beef jerky, they simultaneously turned their gazes outward. The atmosphere was awkwardly peculiar.

People in the village were exceptionally united in this day and age. Regardless of any internal conflicts they might have among themselves, those were private family matters; when facing outsiders, they had to present a united front, or else they would be ostracized by everyone.

Jiang Yuanyuan silently took note of this: to deal with Steward Han, simply using the word "command" was quite sufficient.

Especially those elders who usually managed the affairs of the Holy Palace and carried themselves with such arrogance among the common folk of the Four Kingdoms—upon hearing that the gates of the Heavenly Court were closed to them, they all collapsed in dejected prostration at Zhan Xintang's feet, hoping he might put in a good word for them.

Muyou shook his head. "This is also the part I cannot figure out. In my understanding, there is no one capable of achieving this." The shadow guards by the Empress's side were mostly trained by him single-handedly, and no one knew their exact caliber better than he did.

The Supreme Mind Power Divine Weapon—the Divine Shadow Demon Bell—controlled by the Bell Shadow Demon Lord of the First Reincarnation Era, along with the sword-shaped Supreme Mind Power Divine Weapon controlled by Master Bei Zhen of the Eastern Emperor Sacred Land Universe, and the black rod-shaped Supreme Mind Power Divine Weapon controlled by the True God Jue Hua of the Purple Moon Sacred Land, all slammed fiercely down onto the Luo Qin Web hovering directly above the Giant Axe's head.

Thus, these two "sea-turtle" pandas listened to English every day, ate biscuits, and lived with habits entirely distinct from others of their kind, bringing even more happiness and joy to the people of Imperial Capital.

Upon hearing Brother Qiang's words, Meimei immediately recalled how Mountain Crow frequently went outside to rob people, and a wave of intense disgust instantly surfaced on her face.

Believing victory was already in his grasp and still wearing a look of astonishment, Jia Dan was instantly swallowed by a sea of orange-red people. Needless to say, with thousands of feet stomping down furiously all at once, even an iron ball would have been flattened into a pancake; one can easily imagine Jia Dan's ultimate fate.

When the Fire Dragon Turtle let out another roaring notification, the two emerged from its cavernous mouth and were greeted by the boundless expanse of the ocean.

Having been walking alongside Chu Tian just moments before, Mu Wansheng's view had been mostly blocked by Chu Tian's broad figure, which was why she hadn't seen it.

Zhang Jinghu had just gone inside the room to drink a cup of water, and at this moment, he too walked out.

The terrifying impact was such that once he made a move, people would remember him deeply. The momentum brought by Zhang Liuliu was exceptionally pronounced, creating the sensation of a single stone stirring up a thousand ripples.

"Drink it." Master Zheng did not hesitate in the slightest, casually handing over the medicinal vial containing the boy's urine.

Both Giant Axe and Chaos had personally experienced the terror of Nie Rong's supreme soul technique, and they were well aware of just how terrifying Nie Rong's willpower attack truly was.

Alpha was a hundred paces away at the breach in the courtyard wall. Hampered by the howling snowstorm, it was utterly impossible for him to hear my shouts, so I simply abandoned any hope of communicating with him.

Even soldiers from the two military units who usually vied and bickered upon encountering each other within Yunzhou City were now competing over who could be the first to lop off the heads of the wealthy tyrant Wan and Wan Hao.

Commander Zhao's face revealed a profound internal struggle, yet he still gritted his teeth and spat out the word.

Tian Jinfu recognized several familiar faces—they were liaison representatives from various chambers of commerce stationed in the capital. Evidently, the President was once again receiving representatives from industry and commerce. Ever since news of the war in Europe arrived, the President had summoned these resident liaison representatives on multiple occasions. As for what he intended to accomplish, Tian Jinfu could easily guess one or two things.

The black earthen spike touched the wind shield, causing it to shatter instantly, yet the black earthen spike continued its attack on Zhu Yun as if completely unaffected.

Li Ningguang acted with fierce thunderous resolve, leaving Zhang Guodong somewhat dumbfounded. But by the time he recovered his senses, Li Ningguang had already gotten out of the vehicle with his bodyguards.

Ji Yushuang's suspended heart finally settled. Leaving the frontline observation post, she hurried with her staff officers toward the railway.

I shook my head. "Suri, we must wait until Elder Sahan arrives. It's not worth taking risks over some inexplicable matters." Recalling those forty-some workers who had vanished so abruptly, I could not help but shudder once more.

Chen Xiaohua looked down upon Yu Guangzong—that was beyond question. In his view, this pot-bellied crematorium director compared to someone like Ye Jianhui, the equally pot-bellied public security bureau director, was merely the difference between an ant and an elephant. Therefore, Chen Xiaohua decided to deal with Ye Jianhui first.

His strength was exceedingly formidable, easily matching the likes of Liu Badao and the Profound Ice Sword Immortal, even though the realm he occupied was merely that of a Great Luo Jinxian.

To be honest, Yu Bing did not really mind; he could drink any kind of potent liquor, though his mind did flicker with a sudden thought.