Volume One, Chapter 47: The Invaders Were Terrified! What Kind of Divine Cannon Is This!

William shifted his gaze to the tree that had decayed into nothing but remnants. Observing the grotesque, human-like carvings on its bark, he spoke quietly. This sentiment echoed in their hearts, and without hesitation, their figures surged forward, heading straight for the rare herb.

Even if he did not join their dragon-seeking faction, he wished to ally himself with such ruthless individuals.

They bore similar appearances, all clad in black vests, muscles bulging like stones, standing over six feet tall.

Hearing Jin Chi speak so plainly, they were no fools; they could easily discern the unspoken implications in his words.

As dawn gently broke, Lan Fei awoke once again. After dressing and grooming herself, she took breakfast and stepped out of Qinglan Hall with her maid.

Through the ventilation grille at the corridor’s end, Qin Xuan held his breath, keenly observing the movements below.

After a hearty meal, the third and fourth brothers washed the dishes and tidied the kitchen, while the second and fifth brothers, along with Tutu, organized the herbs they had collected that day.

Cang Qianfeng tossed a few sound-transmitting jade talismans onto the ground, a hint of disdain crossing his face.

The old demon never expected to be undone in such a pitiful manner; a moment’s relaxation had nearly cost him his life. Just as he was about to curse, blood spilled from his mouth before he could utter a word.

The Sea Thorn Dragon was an evolved form of the Ink Seahorse, yet it was no common mythical creature. Even Professor Oak's Pokédex contained scant information about it.

Jindou spoke with a youthful voice, even tinged with a hint of innocence, much like a human boy.

Though the online platform had not revealed it, in real life, it vexed her greatly.

The Supreme Elder nodded. Winning the world championship was not something that could be achieved by a few players alone; it involved numerous intricate factors.

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Youcun once compared his uncle Youhun’s extravagance. After meals, Youhun washed pots with syrup, while Youcun burned kerosene as fuel; Youhun crafted forty miles of purple silk fabric barricades, Youcun made fifty miles of brocade ones; Youhun painted walls with red stone glue, Youcun used peppercorns.

“General Lü, I have ordered the soldiers to pile the bodies on the open grounds outside the barracks. What should we do next?” Yin Jiao asked urgently upon entering, showing no remorse for such ruthlessness.

Even with such status, the few gladly accepted, for the forthcoming Starry Road would be arduous. Having ties with a formidable warrior like Huangfu Gang was a boon.

Lei Bin cross-referenced the names of Gongsun Can’s senior brothers he knew; only Ying Zhuo had the character “Zhuo” in his name, but he had never met him and could not confirm.

At last, on the one hundred sixty-eighth attempt, Wu You entered the safe zone and delivered the boss’s final, fatal blow.

“I did not mean that. You are kind and selfless,” Chu Mo said, reaching out to stroke her cheek, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Whether moved by Mu Yi’s pitiful appearance, her previous words, or his own intentions, Wu Shizhi left his former place and approached her.

“Let’s bet that if we leave the Nine Heavens unattended, this year the southwestern frontier will expand by five thousand kilometers, and the coastal areas will steadily develop. Next spring, the northern frontier will extend at least ten thousand kilometers! Do you dare to bet?” The old jade elder fixed him with a piercing gaze.

From then on, the arranged marriage was abandoned. The two sects restored their friendship, and those matters were left to rot unspoken, as if they had never happened.

While Ying Sha was cautious, Ji Ziming suddenly appeared before her in the blink of an eye, wielding a sword of true essence that stabbed out swiftly.

Despite countless arrows raining down to suppress them, the furious Russian forces could not be stopped. After sacrificing hundreds of thousands of soldiers, they finally began a massive landing on the northern bank of the Jie River. Thereafter, the fiercest hand-to-hand combat ensued.

The sword wound on her chest seemed to bleed endlessly, staining a wide swath of her clothing red. Facing Emperor He earlier, her nerves had been taut, dulling the pain; now, as she relaxed, agony swept through her body, and she fainted instantly.

Her actions clearly showed she felt she had lived too long, foolishly inquiring about the relationship between Emperor He and He Yuyuan, when she knew they were at odds.

At this moment, Zhang Haotian could not help but admire Daoist Hongjun and fully understood his plan.

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Daoist Lu Ya, unafraid of the Primordial Golden Dipper, faced his nemesis, the Arctic Ice Lock, and was further suppressed by Yunxiao, a fellow Pseudo-Saint.

One by one, living beings passed by them; yet they felt nothing, as if the person was but a wisp of a soul, weightless and insubstantial.

Since the Pengying land was shattered by their assault, the earth’s energy they could draw upon dwindled, making it increasingly difficult to maintain Pangu’s true form.

Thereafter, Ye Xiaofeng explained to Emperor Guangxu about agricultural modernization, highlighting advanced, efficient farming tools, as well as the importance of fertilizers and pesticides.

“On the surface, the nine incarnations obey me, but in truth, they are merely watching me...” Emperor Biluo said, his face filled with frustration and desolation.

Especially with the deaths of the leaders of Hokkaido and Li Hai, along with four scattered immortal disciples, and still no sign of those culprits, it was a grave loss.

Such power was truly wondrous—could it be that all of Xue Yebai’s blood was infused with icy energy?

Unfazed, I glared at him and retorted, “What are you staring at? Haven’t you seen a handsome guy before?”

After Zhang Haotian and Wuji created the Twelve Great Heavenly God Array, countless beings held deep respect for Zhang Haotian, admiring not only his mastery of formations but also his wisdom. Naturally, there was also considerable wariness toward the enigmatic Zhang Haotian.

“What’s that? Something lost?” Wang Dong and his crew arrived at the house. Wang Dong could afford over a million in off-road vehicles, and Old Li refused to believe Wang Dong would do such a thing.

Aside from the deceased Hyuga Keita and the long-uncontacted Hoshinohara, only Chaoyi Qianming could feel a trace of camaraderie with them.

“Boss, should we counterattack?” Shu Fang smiled slightly and asked Qin Ye.

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