32 Chapter 32

"One for each of you; we are going to have a big night." Lin Dong tossed out the guns one by one. He lacked many things, but weapons were certainly not among them. With a super war system at his disposal, what kind of weapon couldn't he get?

At this moment, the imperial court had yet to announce the location for the Maritime Trade Office. Lu Zongbao’s previous plan had clearly designated Yuzhang as the point of entry, yet he now claimed they were heading to Yangzhou, which left Wang Xian somewhat perplexed.

Lin Dong eventually realized he had been played. He couldn't help but look at this young master of the Cai family; far from being angry, he felt a bit amused. He realized that this cousin of Chen Xinying was not only interesting but also quite sharp.

Quan Yang was turned around to face Situ Yangyi at this moment, but he remained silent. The other party seemed to be waiting for an answer. He hadn't expected the man not to recognize him.

"You have a keen eye, brave sir. We simply lost our silver and, not wishing to draw too much attention to ourselves, resorted to this desperate measure, never intending to provoke such ruffians."

Although Jiang Feng had been residing at the Mu estate for quite some time, he had never once entertained the thought of changing the plaque to read "Jiang Estate."

The elderly man surnamed Deng seized the opportunity and struck out with a palm strike. This was the "Divine Soul Blood Palm," an attack technique involving spiritual consciousness that he had only mastered upon reaching the seventh rank. It required the fusion of a vast amount of spiritual consciousness and soul power to strike targets from a distance, capable of killing from a hundred meters away. Fortunately, his spiritual consciousness had barely recovered and was largely composed of soul power; otherwise, the destructive force would have been even greater.

"Don't rush when things happen. Remember what I told you: whether you are hiring people to plant trees or dig wells, everything must be built on a foundation of fairness and consent. If people provide labor, we must pay them. Do you understand?" Yang Feng asked.

Jiang Feng had originally assumed that as a direct descendant of the Zhao family and a colonel in the Dragon Scorpion Legion, Zhao Zifeng ought to have possessed such equipment.

"It seems like it’s not there? But it also seems like it is?" For a moment, Wu Yifan was confused. It was possible for one person to be confused, but if both were, then there was clearly a problem.

In this situation, the Heavenly Venerate Jiuhong and the others were so terrified that they immediately wanted to retreat, not daring to linger any longer. If they stayed, they would surely die.

"Ao Yu must have found out about my intention to enter the True Dragon Pool, and since he cannot defeat Ao Yuan, he wants to vent all the frustration he felt from being bullied by Ao Yuan onto me?"

Once inside the shapeshifting space, it became Yi Jianfeng’s domain. He no longer worried that the humanoid beast, the Mara Crocodile, would change its mind and seize an opportunity to escape.

Walking along the road, he looked up slightly, his right index finger resting gently against his lips, quietly contemplating what ingredients to buy today.

Fan Lang calmed his mind, chatting and laughing with his close friends, recounting the events of the last three days and asking about everyone's situation.

"You still deny it? If you aren't an unfilial son, who is? Your mother seduced the clan leader and eventually gave birth to you. If you didn't have the blood of the clan leader, would you have achieved what you have today? It’s truly laughable!" Tian Kuangyue's eyes were filled with contempt and a deep sense of disgust.

The middle-aged man in the earthy yellow clothes had barely finished speaking when he received a reply. Upon seeing the content, he immediately confirmed that Ye Cuo had not lied.

After traveling for dozens of miles, Wang Hu and the other two finally reached their destination: Leopard Head Mountain, a peak shrouded in demonic energy.

With a deafening boom, the space shattered. Multiple Dao seals were pulverized, and various energies scattered in every direction, as if the apocalypse had arrived.

Ye Qianqian took a deep breath, wanting to retort, but she did not know the extent of Ye Cuo’s strength. Thinking he was just working odd jobs in college to make ends meet, she naturally felt he couldn't compare to Young Master Du, and could only swallow her pride and turn her head away.

Chen Shaoming pulled Zhuang Yan into his arms without warning. Their bodies were pressed tightly together; although Chen Shaoming was taller, Zhuang Yan was not short. To avoid her cheek touching his, she stood slightly on tiptoe, resting her chin on his shoulder and feeling the hardness of his body.

"Hmph!" Xu Guiwan let out a cold snort and followed Old Gao to the back seat, leaving Chen Shaoming alone in the front.

Therefore, those living in the Demon Continent were essentially strong individuals; it could be said to be a world where the strong were respected.

Seeing someone approaching, Nian'er ended her practice and stopped dancing with her sword, watching the person walk toward her step by step.

"Yes, as you command, Your Majesty, King of Shura." After speaking, the four demon generals flew down from the barrier and arrived at the edge of the Central State Empire. At this moment, large-scale cracks began to appear in space, and roars echoed from within, followed by the emergence of hideous, crawling creatures.

"Call me Su Yu. When I take off my makeup, I am not Amanda," Amanda said, lowering her head bashfully.

Peals of thunder and torrential rain signaled the wrath of the gods. How long would such a tragic and inhumane nightmare last?

The Mouse didn't even know how many times he had said "thank you." His heart was certainly not truly happy; rather, he felt a sense of humiliation, helplessness, and sorrow.

Finally, Murong Yan'er found the prey she had been searching for, and her jealous, hateful gaze was instantly tinged with the excitement of an impending hunt.

Lang Ming handed the old man a cigarette. The old man took it with trembling hands and pulled out a box of matches, but the wind was so strong that he couldn't get it lit.

In the eyes of Daevas: this Spartan wore a vibrant, scarlet cloak and kept his hair long, a style uncommon among Greeks. His rugged face bore not only scars but also a look of arrogance that despised everything.

In terms of lethality, the power of this blade technique was not stronger than the Void Severing Karma Blade, but it had one characteristic: the strikes were silent and came without warning, making them impossible to guard against.

At the thought of this, Laozi recalled the one-tenth share of human destiny he held. Although he still harbored resentment toward the actions of the Human Ancestor of Martial Arts, it now seemed that human destiny was something he had to fight for, and the mission of spreading his teachings was imperative; otherwise, in the long run, he might not even be able to hold onto this one-tenth of human destiny.