28 The Real and Fake Heiress (VI)

In the end, Yuan Yi had a sudden flash of inspiration. A thought crossed his mind, and he blurted out, "Boss, if you tell us to pee, we’ll pee; if you tell us not to pee, we wouldn't dare." Though his front teeth had been knocked out, making his speech slurred, he was still just barely intelligible.

In an instant, bodies fell, heads were severed, and bellies were ripped open. The blood stained the snowy slope a deep crimson, like a red curtain laid upon the ground.

Bai Tianxing’s gaze was profound. After prolonged observation, he had gained a preliminary understanding of the effects of destiny power. The only thing left to determine was whether there would be a backlash once the external influence ceased.

This was precisely why he loathed certain demonic entities—always playing the same old tricks with people's hearts, using others' wounds as weapons. Did they really find that so amusing?

Constrained as he was, Yu Liuming was caught off guard when Gu Yue suddenly wrapped his arms around his waist. Gu Yue’s arms locked around him like iron pincers, and with a thunderous roar, he twisted his body and exerted force, executing a wrestling maneuver that forced Yu Liuming to the ground.

Perhaps because his inner emotions had been suppressed for too long, they were now erupting violently, driving him to do all the things he had wanted to do before but hadn't, held back by pride or vanity.

Although Liu De had a thousand words to say, he knew this was not the right time. After chatting a while longer with Xu Guangqi and the others, he ordered his men to escort Chen Shuo, Xun Yu, Xu Guangqi, and the other officers to the residences prepared for them to rest for the night, intending to hold a welcome banquet for them tomorrow.

Watching the star energy gradually condensing above the star core, Mo Song did not feel the process was too slow. Instead, he felt that this inner star was helping him accumulate power.

Zhuang Yan listed all of Zhang Yan’s crimes while wearing an expression of deep remorse, tears and snot streaming down his face, looking for all the world like a man who had been cruelly deceived by a villain.

"Lian'er, if you ask me, taking a step back makes the world much wider..." Before Madam Guan could finish her sentence, a chaotic flurry of footsteps suddenly rang out outside the house.

Everyone drank until dawn before dispersing. The morning shift service staff arrived to begin cleaning up the battlefield.

The matches of the past few days had placed immense pressure on Liu Yu. Between staying up late to practice tactics and waking up early to buy breakfast, he had very little time to sleep.

Liu Yu’s form was now revealed after using his skill, and his ultimate, carried by momentum, struck the opposing Lady Yu directly.

Long Yu said coldly, "No, Your Highness, you may leave now." With that, she turned and walked into the bedroom. Shutting the door, she frowned slightly, climbed onto the bed, sat cross-legged, and slowly closed her eyes.

The flames struck his face like a heavy fist, sending Zeng Chengwu tumbling to the ground. The force of the attack left him completely disoriented.

"Palace Master Peony, my master has no interest in your petty grievances. I brought Master Xiao here to tell you: either cooperate obediently, or suffer every imaginable torment." Renault’s eyes glinted with cold light as he stared at her.

"Heh, you guessed right. I am with the Heavenly Wolf Gang!" Tian Zhuo did not deny it, speaking directly to Wang Ye.

Genghis Khan followed, utilizing the tall grass for a speed boost, and shot Marco Polo to the ground with a few arrows.

Liu Laosan’s arm ached, and sticky blood streamed from his head. He couldn't run, and with the Zhao family surrounding him, his nerve completely failed. Disregarding any sense of brotherhood, he wailed and pushed all the blame onto others.

A fierce look flashed across the demon's face as it lunged again. Ye Yu stretched out his right hand, grabbing the demon from a distance. "You're courting death!" Ye Yu’s voice was icy. As he infused his demonic energy into it, the creature trembled; the ferocity in its eyes faded, slowly replaced by fear.

Dozens of meters of earth rained down from the sky, and massive trees toppled over. The Lava Heavy-Strike Mech charged directly into the forest, snapping dozens of trees over three meters in diameter like twigs.

The area by the river of fire remained unchanged—a desolate expanse of crimson with no life, no vegetation, and no water. Only the river, formed from an unknown, eternally flowing flame, continued its course, just as it had for ages past.

Little did he know that before he could fulfill the long-cherished wishes of his previous life with Liang Ya or Zhong Jiahui, Su Mengyao had already "taken the initiative" and "seized the opportunity."

Who could guarantee that the base under their own control wouldn't suddenly be seized by artificial intelligence, leading to another disaster like the one in Tokyo?

With a single glance, he realized the Red Mist Old Demon was terrifyingly powerful; Guo Xiang and his group of "Five-Perfect Sages" were simply not in the same league.

If his pace was a bit slower, so be it; Wang Yi treated it as an unconventional journey. He lingered near the Himalayas for several days before wandering along the rivers and mountains of his homeland.

Under the adjutant's operation, the giant tactical screen quickly connected to the video feed from the strike force.

What frustrated Yuan Wuxiang even more was that the sword beam from the Profound Yang Body felt like a slap to his face, leaving his cheeks burning with indignation.

Garcia had heard of Lula long ago, back when Lula was still a captain of the military police in Mérida. A man as wild as a mad dog, Lula had terrorized that remote city, abusing countless people, and becoming a frequent topic of conversation among the elites in Mexico City.

"This young master kindly bought it for me." The boy kept his head down, trying to hide the blood at the corner of his mouth.

"Commander Jing, you must not blame yourself! I was afraid I was just overthinking it, but it seems we all feel the same way. The most important thing now is how to respond." Zhong Nan did not want his subordinates' self-reproach to affect morale, so he steered the conversation in a different direction.

"Father-in-law, now that you've seen it with your own eyes, are you relieved?" Shen Zhongnan felt no disappointment, for from the very beginning, he had never believed the drunkard was his own kin.

The Green Lotus Snow Fox whimpered and lowered its head, rubbing affectionately against Chu Yunshe’s leg as if begging for its master's forgiveness.

Another group, led by a man who had witnessed the whole event, began recounting the ins and outs of the incident to the crowd gathered around him.

The initial gap in strength was bridged and even surpassed. As for speed, it went without saying: he was already at an advantage, and now he was so fast that even the 'Giant' couldn't catch his shadow. His physical attributes had improved visibly, though it was a pity they couldn't be quantified.

"This... Young Master, you aren't joking, are you?" Kexos wiped the sweat from his forehead, picking up the Time Chamber and examining it over and over.