Chapter 164: Breaking the Vow of Silence

Rumble...
The grenade on the downed drone exploded, yet it harmed no one.

Clang!
A muffled gunshot echoed from a distant skyscraper, and an anti-materiel sniper round streaked straight toward the elderly monk. Astonishingly, he extended a flower-pinch mudra and caught the bullet between his fingers.

...

Su Yuyang, like a maddened bull, stormed furiously into the kitchen. However, instead of grabbing a bowl, he picked up the ladle normally used for serving soup.

This latter sentence clearly informed Tacibu that the government troops had not yet discovered his hiding place.

Yet, what the generals never expected was that Wang Zhen not only accepted the commander-in-chief's designation, but even tacitly acknowledged the title of Grand Commandant as well! Wang Zhen's intense craving for fame was evident from this alone.

Especially the fourth and fifth ancestors of the Chen clan—although their cultivation levels had severely regressed at this moment, their vision and insight remained. Naturally, they understood just what kind of formidable, taboo-level existence could effortlessly chase away that invincible Primordial powerhouse. Even for their Chen clan, offending such a figure was something they could scarcely afford to do.

Hu Yuanyuan was watching television in the living room. Seeing Ling Miao emerge from his room, she merely let out a cold snort. Ling Miao ignored her, went into the kitchen to whip up a plate of fried rice, and quickly finished it before returning to his bedroom.

I could not quite make sense of it, yet I did not dwell on it either. After all, this was not the first time my blood had exhibited such strange phenomena. Whether it was repelling the man-eating plants in the corpse-nurturing forbidden land or activating the Eight Desolations Sword Scripture, all of it indicated that my blood possessed extraordinary properties.

Prince Gong bid farewell to Ci'an and left the imperial palace to make preparations for his military expedition the following day.

With his Heavenly Sword realm mastery, he could vaguely perceive the ultimate pinnacle of the Way of the Sword within this world.

"I'm feeling a bit better. Fresh fruits and vegetables are so expensive right now; never mind that. The sour jujubes you brought back yesterday were delicious—buy a few more pounds tomorrow, and I'll have Yaohuang try making some pastries for us to taste," Li Danyue smiled with a hint of embarrassment. Jiang Yanming nodded in agreement. After exchanging a few more casual remarks, the two of them washed up and retired for the night.

"Your opponents are me!" Seeing those four peak Martial Saints charging toward the Yang father and son and Hong Xuanji, Xia Yang, who had remained motionless until now, finally made his move. With a shift of his feet, he intercepted those Four Heavenly Kings and proactively launched a punch.

"Senior predecessors, our Senior Brother has summoned us with great urgency, and there is no telling how long this spatial passage can be maintained!" Suifeng timely spoke up, seeing that the demonic and Buddhist factions looked ready to come to blows.

"Because I wanted to build up a bit of tension just now, I decided to save the third option for later," Liuxing rubbed the back of his head and laughed awkwardly.

"You—lack the ability to do so," Jinzhui said with a cold smile, his gaze like a sharp blade piercing directly into Zhuge Mingzhu.

"The situation is complex. It seems those of our rank will all have to enter. War always arrives so abruptly," Yan Wuyan wore a sorrowful expression on her face.

Xia Yifang offered an awkward smile and went to pour a cup of plain water for Lin Jinghong. "Mayor, please have some tea!" He handed the cup to Lin Jinghong with both hands, then sat down without any intention of brewing tea for himself.

"Heh, one can tell at a glance that you two come from wealthy backgrounds and aren't used to taking taxis!" The silence in the car was broken when the driver in the front suddenly turned his head to chime in.

What is the concept of tens of thousands of tons? One must remember that the renowned Titanic had a displacement of only over 46,000 tons. Of course, that was due to the bygone era and backward technology; in modern society, casually building a giant vessel with a displacement of several hundred thousand tons is an absolute breeze.

Tang Feng looked over at the man and saw that he was wielding a giant Green Dragon Crescent Blade and sporting a long beard that measured a full twenty centimeters in length. Naturally, drenched by the rain at this moment, those whiskers clung to his face like weeds.