Volume 1, Chapter 29: Departure, Off to the Demon Metropolis!

We shall meet again by fate; I will spare you for today. The man in the bamboo hat clutched his chest, gripped his iron sword, and slowly vanished from my sight.

Gong Wuyan let out a cold snort, and instantly, a glacial blue radiance erupted from his body. The air pressure dropped once more, and torrents of icy blue water surged toward Bai Jin again.

Seeing that Zhao Dongzi and Dong Dazhi had already reached the Great Wilderness, a sinister expression appeared on the face of Xiong Zheng, a subordinate of Zhao Chunfeng who was still walking through the passage.

I could not help but be speechless. A police officer who does not even know when his belongings have been stolen—I truly worry about his intelligence.

Hicks glared coldly at Tress, his killing intent faintly surfacing. Tress shrank back, not daring to meet his gaze.

After school that afternoon, I waited in the classroom for a while. Zhang Jie arrived, and then I took him and Yuan Dong to the place I had agreed to meet Ji Hui.

At this moment, inside a secret chamber at the Xuanming Academy, Zixin sat on a meditation cushion, fuming with anger. Before her stood a transparent barrier, with electrical currents flickering faintly across it.

Beiming Xie’s heart stirred slightly. Truly, he longed to swallow her whole, to hide her beauty from the sight of any other.

Next, I led the forty-odd core members of the Tiger Gang, armed with steel pipes, to the designated meeting spot. These forty men were my greatest reliance, so I had to temper them, and for thugs, the best way to train is through fighting.

Lin Feng now wished he could slap himself. If not for his initial affectation, things would not have reached this point. Regrettably, there is no medicine for regret in time; he must bear the bitter fruit of his actions alone. To tell others of this would only invite the verdict that he deserved it.

This was one of the reasons Marshal Kruger insisted on launching the offensive before the Soviets could attack.

A spacecraft with a distinctly fantastical design emerged slowly from a black hole, but shielded by clouds, no one on the ground noticed it.

This Three-Character Classic had been edited and abridged by Wang Lang, stripping away the pedantic citations and adding his own fabrications. It could barely serve as an introductory textbook for these children, teaching them basic life principles and helping them distinguish good from evil, right from wrong.

However, the soldiers were not immediately cast into hell, as the First Infantry Regiment—apart from Qin Chuan’s First Battalion—had no experience with helicopter rappelling training.

Starting from the point where the rats jumped into the river, the thickness of the spirit stones on the riverbed grew thinner further downstream. It was clear that the big fish were densely concentrated at this rat-jumping point.

It was only because Xiao Shiyu had come that he was so easy to talk to. If Zhao Yao had tried to persuade him to go out, he likely would have fought him again—though whether he would have won was another matter.

Now, the Heavenly Father Primordial Serpent God had placed an opportunity for growth and evolution right before them. There was no reason for them to miss it, and certainly, there was no reason for Talos to miss it either. Every day, he would select those whose piety was sufficient to establish a faith conduit and bestow upon them the blessing of [Proliferation].

In dragon society, the nobility took pride in twins. Almost all dragon nobles of the second generation and above were born as twins, wielding power and authority.

Fear was visible in the eyes of every French soldier. Qin Chuan’s words struck at their very core; a considerable portion of them were even using this time to profiteer from the war—the group led by Bertrand was exactly such a case.

The Hundred-Peak Divine Turtle was eighty percent similar in appearance to a Land-Rock Turtle, and it was highly probable that it had been conceived using the Land-Rock Turtle as a template.

"Rest assured, Young Master. This old man will follow your lead in all matters," the elder of the Red Flame Sect said, being a cunning veteran. How could he not understand the true intent behind Young Master Gu Hua’s words?

Even though both of them held high-grade secret stones, Chen Feng’s speed at absorbing their hidden power could not compare to that of a Secret Venerable, let alone when the opponent held extremely rare, premium-grade secret stones.

The lightning within that dark cloud struck directly downward. The only person below was Diya. The moment the man in black finished kicking Lin Hao, he turned swiftly, swept Diya into his arms, and leaped out of the cloud's path just as a brilliant bolt of lightning struck the ground.

Tracing back time, while only a single day had passed on Earth, half a month had already elapsed on the far-off Blue-Green Star.

Seeing the dried bloodstains, the Giant Spirit clansman’s expression grew even more solemn; his massive eyes looked as if they might spew fire.

Tian Yi quickly agreed and turned to dive into the nearby woods. In front of He Junren, he felt like a child, extremely obedient.

Just as he was preparing to leave for the West Camp, he suddenly noticed the inconspicuous Yu Feng sitting to the side. He had already forgotten about this guest, but encountering him at the South Camp parade ground stirred up the questions in Yi Chaoying’s mind again.

"Uncle-Master, this disciple was wrong." Ever since Yan Nanshan appeared, Liu Yiyi had lost all her confidence. When reprimanded by her uncle-master, she admitted her fault with utmost submissiveness.

Having finished this, the three of them did not linger, turning immediately to leave the room and head toward Xing Xuan’s quarters nearby. Yu Feng watched them walk out, then closed his own door, no longer concerning himself with their subsequent actions.

Anna snorted heavily, glared at him fiercely, and carried the tray of leftovers into the back kitchen.

Actually, it was not his fault; Pisen had not assigned any tasks, and the special training had ended, so he truly had nothing to do. Xi'er and Li Yuan, one inspired by Pisen and the other a natural workaholic, were both practicing diligently of their own accord. Han Tingting, meanwhile, was busy repairing machinery.

He felt that since Sister Yue had been working so hard, reading day and night, it was high time she finished after spending so many days on it.

*Hum—* The tip of the sword pierced toward her face, but her defenses were formidable; the blade could not penetrate and generated a repulsive force. Pisen was knocked backward, but he sought victory within defeat: as his opponent thrust, he parried with a side-cut while leaning back to dodge the tip of the blade.

The Gold-Swallowing Beast charged. Pisen used his Ghost Steps to evade the red light, his body flashing past. With a *shhh* sound, the beast stopped moving. A moment later, its upper body slowly detached, and it collapsed to the ground with a thud.