Harder

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Seeing his increasingly grim expression, Wanting hurriedly shook his arm, her face anxious. Though their mother could be fierce and even resort to hitting when angry, it was truly terrifying when their brother got mad.

The sea was calm and the weather clear. The fleet sailed smoothly along the coastline, with merchant ships occasionally passing by. Standing on the bow deck, Zhu Di gazed ahead for a long time without speaking, seemingly lost in thought and distracted.

Suddenly, an explosion echoed atop the rooftop. Over a dozen Gulangki warriors burst into flames and vanished from the world.

At the same time, in a distant house equipped with surveillance, a burly man watched Gao Xianda and the others through the monitors.

No wonder Tang Ming’s small force couldn’t possibly defeat an army more than twenty times its size. Behind it all were the interventions of the Kingdom of Luzon and the Ancient Dynasty. Zhu Di finally snapped back to reality but wondered why the Watanabe village knew so much and what their purpose was in coming to inform him.

Not to mention ordinary poor families, even in noble houses only the most talented direct descendants could open their meridians or condense their qi with a superior elixir. Yet he, a scholar from a humble background, had also been given a low-grade elixir to open his meridians, allowing him to establish an excellent foundation — was this not a stroke of extraordinary luck?

With the cultivation levels of the three, even when bound by a restriction cord preventing use of their qi and blood, their perception remained sharp. Hearing approaching footsteps, they immediately discerned three figures coming — it was the same three soldiers from the Zhang family army who had imprisoned them three days before. There was no one else.

However, everyone could understand the actions of the Ten Thousand Demons Alliance. It was like a drowning man clutching at a straw, desperate for any chance of salvation.

Upon hearing Gao Xianda’s words, the debt collector raised an eyebrow. It seemed the Cleansing Captain held a certain deterrent power in any organization.

Gu Beimo was quite pleased and took Bai Qianman directly to the top floor to his exclusive office.

Lilac’s tears finally fell uncontrollably. This time, she summoned all her strength, gritted her teeth, and slapped her arm again along the original bruises with such force it was almost frightening.

“It’s nothing, nothing. I’ll just bandage it myself when I get back,” Gao Zhengxiang said somewhat awkwardly.

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Faced with such enthusiasm from the fans, and seeing his right hand covered with calluses, Si Ying felt a surge of fear in her heart.

“Then hurry home. Today, let Zhao Ying’er keep sleeping,” Yang Yunruo said. That was doable, though it was uncertain whether Zhao Ying’er would mind; probably not.

Yu Jin usually loved dressing up, one of the three most beautiful students at school along with Su Zi. She favored tight skirts and black stockings, a professional outfit that accentuated her sexy, slender figure, curvaceous and alluring like a water snake. Yu Jin came from a wealthy family, had no scandals, and usually drove a Bentley to work, but her personality was rather unpleasant.

Yet Fate’s Immortal King could not ultimately defeat the reincarnated immortal instrument spirit with a protagonist’s halo, Fang Han. The once great hero finally dissipated into wisps of smoke through the chant of “no life surpasses eternal life.”

“So you’re the master of that spotted tiger? Here for revenge?” Wang Jue looked Chen Feng up and down, nearly bursting out laughing.

The armies of country Z were nothing but complete lunatics, tireless, oblivious to pain, ignorant of the notion that a bad life was worse than death, only knowing how to fight desperately.

Money makes the world go round. With enough wealth, even the most talented holy rune masters could be hired. Clearly, those powers paid a high price. All the holy rune masters on the stage were third-level, some even at the peak of third-level mastery.

Hearing He Zhenzhong shout in English, the man’s face turned green with rage, nearly crushing his gun in his hands. Not only had this guy brought people to trap them, but he also had the leisure to make sarcastic remarks.

“Then let’s act! Remember to be quick and clean, don’t leave any traces,” the princess said darkly. Under the dim candlelight, her ferocious expression was terrifying.

“Idiot, use spiritual probing,” Lei Beast glanced at the heavily injured Chen Yun, mocking him before pointing in a direction.

“Grandpa, I was just joking. How could I be unwilling? I’m willing,” Gan Nineteen’s sister hurriedly said.

I deeply regretted it at the time, but there was no other way. Since ancient times, the people could not contend with officials. I had to accept defeat and grit my teeth to stay and manage business.

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Wang Ming’s eyes bulged. Supporting himself on the ground, he knelt again, gripping a five-shot magazine against his knee, panting heavily. His fingers trembled as he tried to pull the trigger once more.

You know, thieves never leave empty-handed. If you don’t take something back, bad luck will follow. So I stubbornly searched through the corpses for two days. Finally, fortune favored the diligent—I accidentally opened a hidden door and slipped out.

“Don’t go down. He heard you were at the dorm and left by bike,” Lu Tong quickly added.

The murmuring attendees gradually fell silent, all their attention drawn to the space soaked with their sweat, laughter, and pain.

In the past two days, she and Yan Wangchen had been somewhat at odds; the two seemed to be testing each other again.

Song Wenxi frowned slightly, vaguely sensing a hint of reproach in Shen Yue’s words.

Like today’s exploitation, though it caused no direct harm to Jin Roujia, if Jin Roujia were to report what she had seen and heard here to the Emperor, this act would place her in opposition to the Crown Prince’s Mansion.

But Wang Xuanlong did not answer him. It was not because Claude’s mental pressure silenced him, but because the guilt over his ancestor’s deeds rendered him speechless.

Finally, the fragile shield could no longer hold. Under the assault of thousands of elites, it silently shattered. The immense dragon soul energy struck Xie Qiao without any obstruction.

While Dong Zhanyun was stunned, the divine beasts instantly transformed into a gigantic bow and arrow. Giant sword feathers appeared all around, one after another striking the barrier—Boom! The final seal was blasted open.