Volume 1, Chapter 22: Song Wanxi’s Poised Retaliation

So what this era must do is to break the court’s slow recovery and breathing space, ensuring that the people in the court cannot seize any opportunity to counterattack.

Each piece of news sounded like a ringing alarm bell, instantly awakening Jian Zhen. She truly should not have remained so muddled and indifferent. Regardless of her reasons, faced with such circumstances, she must not stand idly by nor continue in her daze.

For the first time, Bai Weiyu encountered someone who, after inviting her inside, left only a casual "Make yourself at home" before rushing upstairs alone.

Yang Capital is a land of abundance and prosperity, where the markets are humble and people come and go with cordial expressions. Though many outsiders pass through, most are sect members and travelers, unlikely to commit such heinous deeds. Thus, for now, the matter remains unresolved.

"The armor of protection must guard all." He followed the swift crimson figure toward the endless Great Wall.

He immediately took action, but at that moment, he froze, stunned beyond belief. His eyes filled with disbelief as he saw that the Daoist wind’s whisk had not broken the formation but merely caused a few cracks in it.

"So powerful?" Baili Shouyue and Baili Xuance exchanged a glance. Although they had long suspected the young lady before them was extraordinary, they never imagined she possessed such power that surpassed the entire continent.

Just as she was about to return to the cloakroom to change, Jiang Yunzhou messaged her, asking if she was ready.

Sure enough, as the cliff opposite regained its calm, Kilaqi and Zoroark, both covered in wounds, collapsed unconscious to the ground.

The scent of wildflowers was rich and fragrant. The water nymph bathed year-round, her body saturated with deep floral fragrance. The fire spirit, smelling this strange aroma, seemed somewhat allergic; he always felt an odd sensation in his nostrils. When the peculiar scent entered his nose, the fire spirit trembled all over, his heart pounding wildly.

“Hey! Quite impressive,” said the bullet mercenary as he felt the bullet whizz past his face. Suddenly, a shadow flashed by, and the mercenary saw blood splatter outside the carriage as his head was severed.

“Master Uncle, you overstate it. Rest assured, the three of us will do our utmost to instruct the children of the Ye clan,” replied Liu Bi.

Seeing a large group of zombies drawn away, Janfer wiped his tears, turned, and cradled the sick child in his arms. Taking the opportunity, he ran to the car parked outside and prayed silently for his child’s survival before starting the engine.

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“You finally admit it! Lie Yun! You murderer!” Sun Wanshan’s eyes were bloodshot, hatred having robbed him of any sense of right or wrong. In his eyes, only Lie Yun’s life could bring peace to his son.

He no longer wanted to evade, nor retreat, nor continue living in such cowardice. For his sister Wang and for the chance to see Lin again, he vowed to fight to the last breath, even if it meant death.

Everyone immediately fell silent, skillfully crouching beside J with their weapons at the ready.

Meanwhile, the first Spark Awards ceremony of the Shang Kingdom officially began. Due to the influence of the demon race, the ceremony was held three days ahead of the Industrial Expo’s conclusion.

The words were firm and resolute, moving not only Meng Jiang and Mo Yan but also the dozen or so standing behind Xu Fu, who all nodded solemnly, evidently already prepared for such an outcome.

At this moment, she had resolved to accompany the Spirit Emperor to the end. No matter if she faced a thousand cuts or fiery torture, she accepted it. She knew she had committed countless wrongs in her life, but that would not stop her from burning her flesh and blood for the one she loved all her life.

Of course, by then, only two outcomes were possible: either conquer the world or be crushed by it.

“Mr. Kyle, I don’t have time to play hide and seek with you anymore. Today, you must give me a definite answer: join us or die. The choice is yours,” Mu Yang said in a somewhat harsh tone.

Looking at Fashaliya with some puzzlement, Xu Yu remarked that if Sister Fa intervened, killing Hill and the others would be no problem at all. Forget knights created by factors; even their original forms would be dealt with in seconds.

The fierce wind howled, scorching heat infused with intense hellfire elements rolling and spreading in all directions. Nearby guards who tried to approach felt their armor burning, barely able to keep their eyes open.

Qu Ao was no ordinary expert. A legendary hero of the grasslands who appeared once in a century, he had mastered the internal skill "Mad Wave Seven Turns," channeling power through the seven major acupoints in his body, rendering him nearly invincible on the plains. A decade later, after breaking through a bottleneck, he mastered another major acupoint and renamed his internal skill "Storm Eight Bends."

“The conditions are not high at all. Bohemia is the need; Moravia is the reward,” the prince shook his head and insisted.

Xu Yu was particularly curious that Hu actually acknowledged Sister Fa’s words. Could Sister Fa really be that strong? Could both sides at full power annihilate Hu in three seconds? Was this a joke? Xu Yu doubted it.

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“Indeed,” Mu Yang said. He had just checked the foreign languages in his mind during his journey. His powerful skill included all Indian languages, encompassing dialects and variants.

As for Liu Dehua, it went without saying. With him, the movie’s box office potential soared by leaps and bounds. For Xiao Yang’s directorial debut, this was beyond measure.

“Wait until we’re at least 100 kilometers away before sending the signal. Do as I say, and I’ll explain when we return,” Cunningham instructed.

Though not close, he could detect through his clairvoyance skill that the container held a highly corrosive substance.

Secretly suspicious, the phantom cat did not speak rashly but pursed its lips and continued struggling silently.

Qi Ruize helplessly tugged the corner of his mouth, realizing that, as Han Jinyu said, his son indeed held grudges.

I believe this. The Consort Shu has schemed against unborn children all her life; no one in the world is better at this. Even someone as shrewd as Li Tan has been caught off guard repeatedly.

I could only curl up in Song Zheyi’s embrace. Though it was hardly effective, unfortunately, Li Tan chose this moment to arrive.

Li Tan could only agree. The entire table was moved over. Lazily, I rose from bed, not bothering to dress, simply draping the quilt over myself and began to eat.