Volume 1, Chapter 40: Shooting the Celestial Wolf

Witnessing this scene, An Wen and Qin Baozhen exchanged glances and both gave An Liang a thumbs-up.

I traversed the beams of light cast onto the flagstone path by the bioluminescent beehives, walking alone toward the northeast.

Zhang Bin’s strength is immense; he is one of those super-geniuses who breaks through and unleashes terrifying combat power the more dangerous the situation becomes.

The rebellion-suppression army, the Tianxin Legion, and the allied fleets from the other three star sectors were conducting a forced march.

Especially considering that the micro-movie "Mother" had outperformed "Father" in every metric, how could it have been left in the dust by the other side by such a massive margin?

Furthermore, the constant patrols by the Tianfa Sect’s reconnaissance units made it impossible for Bi Jing to safely transport this fleet back to the Shattered Star Sector; otherwise, it could have truly alleviated some of the pressure on Xiao Cheng.

Shang Jingxing really wanted to give a thumbs-up to the person who called him "Traveler," had he not already lost consciousness.

The Yamaguchi-gumi is referred to by the world’s criminal underworld as a hungry and frenzied wild wolf—this is not a rumor, but a fact.

Acting on the thought, Tang Zeng walked to the lakeside in a few strides, placed his nine-ring tin staff and purple-gold gourd together, swiftly stripped off his cassock and monk’s hat, and dove headfirst into the water.

Although it was unlikely they could detect Xiong Feixue, if Xiong Feixue intended to carry out any special operations...

After saying these words, his deep eyes remained fixed on Yun Wei; no further words were needed, as the atmosphere was already sweet enough.

"It seems the Empress is protecting you, my master." Uncle Ning beamed, his hands moving with even more vigor as he scrubbed.

"There are only two days left until the General arrives!" Although the guard was afraid, having the General by his side kept him from worrying too much.

Madam Yao turned to look toward where Yan Lie had been, intending to wave him over, but to her surprise, the space beside the flower garden was empty.

Seemingly realizing something, Yan Lie stared at that fair, beautiful hand and did not reach out to take the silk pouch.

"Boss, can I start over?" The developer who had just brought up the topic of back muscles was suddenly streaming with tears.

After lying there for about a quarter of an hour, Mu Qianxia felt her hand being tugged and realized that Gu Li had tightly grasped her hand at some unknown moment. She turned her head to see Gu Li lying on the ground just like her, looking straight at her.

Two young Taoist acolytes, each holding red ropes and talismans, walked ten meters away and wrapped the red rope around a tree trunk, then proceeded to wind the other end around the next tree.

After Chu Qi finished his evening meal, Feng An waited outside the door for the Imperial Household Department to present the jade name tablets. According to standard procedure, once the arrangements for the evening were made, he could return to his room to rest for a while, but today was different.

"You scoundrel, President Xia, you have the nerve to say that when you’ve been taking advantage of your elder sister." Lin Shufen’s shy, overwhelmed expression was truly refreshing to behold.

As he spoke, Zhao Tiezhu’s hand moved, and the Buffalo felt a blade pressed against his back, his body instantly tensing up.

The sense of ease in his body could not be faked; even an ultrasound would only bring about dull pain and discomfort, so how could it feel this comfortable and light?

Is the owl a bird of ill omen? It is hard to say whether it is or isn't, but the sound of an owl calling at night is truly chilling—the "gu-lu-lu-dou" sound is rumored to be a homophone for "The King of Hell is calling you to leave."

"Have someone brew this for Yu'er to drink!" Su Jinxi ordered, and someone quickly took the medicinal herbs to boil them.

Fred spoke in a cold voice, but before he could finish his sentence, his body suddenly shivered, and he slowly raised his head.

While Elder Chen was lost in thought, Chen Yanxi climbed the stairs step by step; had anyone been paying close attention, they would have seen her feet trembling slightly.

Xu Xiao stood to the side, taking in the scenery. This was his return to his hometown, and the memories of past events made him feel somewhat unsettled.

But as for Chu Xiaosheng, I have already decided that he is an enemy, not a friend. To obtain the sacred relic, he would stop at nothing—how could he care about the lives of others?

In Man Gui’s view, the best outcome for the Five Elements Guard would be a rout; it would be considered quite fortunate if even a few hundred men managed to escape.

"You... you..." Seeing that even bullets could not kill Ye Chen, Qi Shanhe collapsed to the ground with a thud, his expensive trousers instantly soaked, emitting a foul odor.

If he stayed even one second longer, he didn't know what new tricks that fellow Shangguan might pull. He didn't want to make things too awkward, so for now, running away was the best strategy.

Meanwhile, Ye Chen lay on a nearby rattan chair, eyes half-closed, the internal energy in his body circulating like a booming bell.

After hearing what Qin Zhaoxue said, Fu An'an blankly regained her senses and recalled the past; it was indeed just as Qin Zhaoxue described... Sister Lulu had seemed much colder toward her lately.

"Let's get back to the point. Have you finally made your choice?" Di Fuxiao knew well that in the vast sea of the Dongsheng Divine Continent, there were very few young men worthy of her attention. Jun Lingtian was one of them; she had personally experienced his level of combat prowess and the speed of his growth.

Thinking of this, Jun Lingtian took the initiative, moving with ethereal and swift steps, surrounded by glorious, surging thunder and flames.

"This old slave... this old slave thanks His Majesty for his grace!" Whether out of genuine emotion or pretense, Wei Zhongxian looked moved, using his sleeve to wipe two tears from the corners of his eyes. "Regardless of whether Your Majesty has ascended the throne, in my eyes, Your Majesty is the wise Emperor of Great Ming, the True Dragon Son of Heaven for all the people, and my wise master."

The situation on the field had become one-sided, as the old man Han launched a series of fierce, lethal moves, aiming at Ji An’s throat, eyes, and lower body.

Chen Jing'an hurriedly took the phone, flipped through the chat history, and saw the conversation between the two old men from a year ago. The content was nothing special—just small talk and exchanges between old friends.