Volume 1, Chapter 34: Cui Heng Holds a Secret Late-Night Meeting with the Chang Brothers

"As you command!" Lan Tian bowed to Tie Muyun, then lunged forward with sudden force, seizing Jiu Quan by the throat. With a sharp snap, Jiu Quan collapsed limply before he could even utter a plea for mercy.

Facing the deficit, Dongfang Lengyu, focused entirely on driving, appeared slightly anxious, while Pei Donglai sat in the passenger seat as steady as a mountain, seemingly unconcerned.

Just as Pei Donglai was answering questions from a provincial television reporter during a live video broadcast, in a multi-million-dollar apartment in Yanjing, Nalan Mingzhu lived in luxury.

Several groups of people, believing they could pick off an easy target, surged forward like a tide. Yet, upon witnessing the carnage, they immediately fell back. As the sun dimmed, no one noticed a red streak darting away, its trajectory pointing precisely to where Liu Xiangqing’s body had fallen.

One of the reasons is that Xiangyang, a strategic military stronghold, is like the testicles of our Great Song Dynasty. Now that it is gripped by Liu Qi and Li Cheng, our Great Song is left paralyzed; no matter how strong our forces are, as long as the enemy holds us by the testicles, we are rendered impotent.

After staying up for most of the night, they finally met the newcomer, but no fight broke out. It seemed sleep would be impossible for the rest of the night.

Under these circumstances, she felt that even if the mysterious Nalan Changsheng wanted to stand up for Pei Donglai, simply paying to resolve the disaster would suffice; there was no need to act servile or admit fault.

More importantly, the Heaven-Piercing Divine Tree possessed autonomous defensive capabilities. If they were to rashly teleport onto its roots, they might trigger a violent assault from the tree itself.

Gulu aircraft are divided into fighters and transports. Transports lack combat capabilities, but unlike those on Earth, Gulu transports come in two varieties: troop carriers and cargo carriers.

"Is that so?" Tie Muyun sneered, his aura surging. With a wave of his hand, a massive purple palm materialized and grabbed at Old Man Lin. The elder tried to resist, but to no avail; the purple palm was overwhelming, enduring his two blows before crushing him in its iron grip.

Behind Qian Hun, golden flower petals were already swirling. Upon hearing the infant's words, he had no choice but to disperse them, sighing dejectedly, "Tell me your second solution."

Modu and the blue-eyed girl soaked in a large bathtub, listening to the reports brought back by the scout.

The soldiers had already fallen into despair, feeling that not even gods could escape the situation. Suddenly hearing that reinforcements had arrived, their hopeless hearts were reignited with hope, and they fought with renewed fervor against the Qin army.

"Aerial combat?" Desjie paused, slowing his movements and sheathing his long sword, his deep blue wings flapping as he followed suit.

Yu Xue smiled, strolling through the garden without a hint of haste. On the other side of the garden lay the guest quarters where the Crown Prince resided.

Everyone knows the legend of the Dragon’s nine sons. They linger in the mortal realm, entangled in mundane affairs, ignoring the business of the Dragon Clan. The Dragon God summoned Cen Biqing back not just for the sake of appearances, but likely due to these considerations.

Whether it was because of her optimistic nature or the medicine's efficacy, Yu Xie’s chronic ailment had not flared up since that day. Though her demonic powers remained sealed, her strength was slowly returning.

Master Fire Dragon signaled, and Su Lingyu handed over the box. As the lid opened, a fresh, medicinal fragrance wafted out. Ma Tiancheng arched his eyebrows; with his current familiarity with spirit herbs, he immediately identified them as extremely rare varieties.

"Of course! You cannot fathom the power of the Nine Dragons Tyrant Fist!" Meng Tian’s eyes grew grave. He opened his mouth, shaping strange movements—he was using secret telepathic communication to converse with Tian Cheng.

Two minutes later, Tang Ruoyao emerged. Luo Yiyu still stood with his back coldly turned to her, staring out the lounge window at the scenery.

After one encounter with Zhang Lu, Li Chen gained a profound understanding of how terrifying these people truly were.

With the Military District Commander and the Political Commissar acting as deputies under the supreme command of the Legion Commander, dozens of MiG-style fighters took off from the mechanical airfield, raining down countless projectile tube-bombs.

When Xue Fei opened his eyes, it was already 10:30 in the morning. He yawned, sat up against the headboard, and massaged his temples with his eyes closed to clear his mind.

Just after Lin Yang left, a breeze blew, fluttering the curtains. Two dark figures appeared outside the window, but as the curtains shifted, they vanished once more.

That night, Xiao Ni resumed her cultivation, and the results were better than anywhere else she had been. At 6:00 AM, she quietly rose and headed to the park. The gates were already open, and commoners were already there practicing their morning exercises.

"Damn it, they’ve broken through my mental lock. I must use the sword to parry," the boy known as Underworld Power thought to himself.

The procession stopped without anyone realizing it. Everyone looked on with caution. Because the commander had given no orders, no one stepped out of line.

Xiao Ni turned away, her back to Su Fangcheng; she could not bring herself to face him. He pulled her arm several times, but she resisted with all her might. As he pondered this, his ears burned, and he regretted not savoring her softness and beauty when he had the chance.

"You bastards have gone too far!" Pan Qiang roared with fury, swinging a wine bottle down.

Meng Fan hauled over several stones, stepped onto them, and leaped upward. He swung his sharp sword, slicing through the wire fence. After repeating this several times, he had cut a large opening.

In other words, the Trace-less Grass was tempering the body through the spirit and the spirit through the body, creating a perfect cycle of transformation between the two sensations of pain.

As the student council president with a high status in school, this was the first time Zhong Jiujiu had been rejected so directly. She felt awkward and was momentarily at a loss for words.

The traitor smiled smugly, nodding and bowing to the two Japanese soldiers behind him, saying, "Your Excellency, please." The two soldiers began to scan their surroundings.

Su Xue Hanxin, having knocked two Miyamotos into the air, erupted in golden light and instantly activated her ultimate. Even if other Miyamotos used their ultimates, she could escape calmly before the damage landed.

"Beyond powerful!" the two gossiping individuals replied to the skeptic, looking at him like a bumpkin who had never been to the city. "Are you a trainee here for an interview? How can you not know the 'Divine Pusher' Zhang Yuan?"

Everyone wanted to witness Gu's methods. Wang Hao wanted to see the Law of Fate, while Hong Jun and the others wanted to see how much Gu had improved since those days.

Long Saifei was startled, unsure how to answer. He was a normal man with normal needs; to say he didn't want it would be a lie, but to say he did seemed somewhat immoral.