Volume 1, Chapter 26: Slaying Long Yang

With a single knee strike, Xu Ruogu sent one man flying; simultaneously, he brought his palm down with such force that it shattered a blade forged of true essence and drove another man’s head deep into his own chest. He then grabbed a third by the shoulder and tossed him aside like refuse, sending him sprawling dozens of meters away.

The various grandees spent some time dividing the spoils of war—the grenades. Although the fifteen thousand taels of silver were essentially IOUs, once the treaties were exchanged and stamped with the official seals of each department, they became formal, binding documents.

Cell watched Gohan below, trembling, his face a mask of disbelief. "Oh... oh my... what is happening? Why is it like this?" he stammered, teeth gritted, blood spilling from his lips in terror.

Thus, Li Ke referred to Li Zicheng’s army as the "Chuang Army," a neutral designation.

Chen Mingyu, mounted on his warhorse, caught sight of the locomotive within the shed, its frame already largely dismantled. The British barbarians were indeed engaged in such shameful conduct.

Of course, for some games, the prize money had yet to be distributed as the record-keeping period had not reached its conclusion.

"Heh, so this is the strength of the Divine Realm’s premier Heaven-Heart Body sect? It is nothing more than this." The black-robed leader laughed wildly as he watched the Foolish Heaven Gate fall into chaos.

Heres steadied her body and looked toward the arena, only to find that Cell was no longer where he had stood.

Before long, the Qing army’s Dragon-Breaking Force stepped within a hundred meters—the lethal range of the flintlock muskets.

His recent jest to Xu Hao and Wang Yangyang about continuing their efforts to contribute to the nation’s population was no empty remark; it was a reflection of concrete future policy.

The Valley of the Earth’s Core was a scene of chaotic slaughter. The Immortal-Command Decree summoned thousands of lightning bolts to rend heaven and earth; dark clouds gathered, thunder rolled, and wave after wave of puppets emerged from the void, surrounding the immortals, yet deterred by the power of the lightning from closing in.

There was hardly an intact spot left on the arena floor; it was reduced to a ruinous mess. The referee, following standard procedure, stepped onto the field to announce the results, but the moment he did, the entire structure collapsed, sparking an uproar.

He longed to study martial arts, and Xie Qingyun had always hoped there might be a way in this world to practice without relying on the Yuan Wheel, allowing him to train like any ordinary man.

"What in the world is this!" Ye Zang felt his brow go numb as a strange power flowed through his body and into his forehead, leaving him bewildered.

Shen Cangyuan stepped aside to clear the path. As Dongfang Xiayu rode past, Shen Peiyao followed on horseback. As she passed Shen Cangyuan, their eyes met, and both felt a sense of inexplicable, familiar intimacy.

He Mei’er’s face was etched with terror, and Zhan Zhao was equally incredulous. Since he had known her, he had never seen her so afraid—a fear that seemed to emanate from her very bones. Why, he wondered, was she so terrified of Ruolan?

Tiao Tiao had not been hit by the car, nor was she injured, but the sudden screeching halt left her so startled that she collapsed onto the pavement.

"As long as you're okay, as long as you're okay," Cuihua murmured, fearing that the person she had worked so hard to find might have been left simple-minded.

Seeing him in this state, I sighed helplessly, lost in thought, wondering how I should explain the matter to him.

"Is your surname really Jin?" Boss Du seemed almost too excited, unable to believe what was before him.

Le Shangxian explained herself; she had feared that the people尹 Cheng Luo brought would blindly side with her, leaving Gu Xingyue’s virtues unnoticed.

"Is there anything this Prince would not dare to do? As long as Lou Zhi is wiped from the face of the earth, I will do anything." Shen Jun laughed twice—a sharp, piercing sound, yet one laced with an irrepressible, tragic sorrow.

Alchemists, you self-proclaimed geniuses, I am ready. Are you prepared to be crushed?

Nalan nodded slowly. It was not fear, but rather the suddenness of it all—it felt surreal. She had never considered herself one to yield to fate, yet now, she found herself bowing to everything.

He only released her once Su Nan’s legs had turned to jelly. She gasped for air, while he cradled her face, his tongue grazing the corner of her lips.

"That may be, but your senior sister is a young woman after all. As a man, how could you stand by and watch me be teased? Even if you didn't help, you should have stood by my side to show them I’m not someone to be trifled with!" Hua Weilu pouted indignantly at Zhishan.

Her eyelids grew heavy; Qian Xun felt as though her entire body had been dismantled, aching and weak.

Ruotang remembered as well. Seeing Chu Qianlan’s stifled rage, she expected another outburst, but to her surprise, he swallowed his anger, merely turning his head away with a grim expression.

"A reservation?" Qin Shijin’s tone was dismissive, his gaze piercing as it swept toward the other man.

He looked down and saw the fists clenched inside Qian Xun’s sleeves; her eyes remained fixed on Nan Xin, who lay on the bed, never wavering for a moment.

Clearly, Jian Jichu’s life was far from the simplicity Xia Ningmeng had imagined. He, too, had once enjoyed a carefree, flamboyant adolescence—no pressures beyond his studies, spending his days eating, drinking, and making merry with a gang of companions.

Wen Yu truly could not understand. Having been in Australia for years, why had his parents’ minds remained unchanged? They were still traditional Chinese elders.

She had spent her time mindlessly playing on her phone. Earlier, she had asked a casual question, but Wang Fu had been evasive.

Without realizing it, they arrived at what appeared to be a high-end restaurant, giving Chu Xun, accustomed to street stalls, a sudden sense of sophistication.

She had also heard that it wasn’t just people from the provincial capital coming to Chenwan for stock; even those from other cities were traveling thousands of miles to purchase goods.

A-Qi said nothing more. Gradually, Pei Ying grew drowsy and fell asleep leaning against the chair. A-Qi picked him up gently, tucked him into bed, and tended to the charcoal fire to keep him warm.