Volume 1, Chapter 21: Laying an Ambush with Elite Troops to Capture Li Yan!

"No wonder Boss Cheng was injured so badly by him, but why would he deal such a vicious blow to Boss Cheng?" Gao Jie’s elegant brows furrowed slightly.

Qin Long, however, wore a look of confidence. Holding the soft, limp Shang Yun in his arms, he felt an incredibly complex mix of emotions.

"Let’s get some sleep." Yawning, He Zhenzhong stretched his limbs. Ever since arriving in the United States, he hadn't had a single day of proper rest and was feeling quite exhausted.

Gradually, the path beneath our feet grew rugged, and the ominous chill intensified. Yet, with Boss Qian accompanying me, I wasn't afraid at all. I knew Boss Qian must be an exceptionally powerful Yin-Yang master; otherwise, he wouldn't frequently stir up trouble at Ghost Mountain.

If there were no current affairs or industrial annexations taking place, the representatives from each of the seven dark clans would surely have gathered in Nandu City by now.

Shan Zhenjun was filled with inexplicable astonishment; he never expected that a single act of kindness from the past could save his own life. He sighed deeply at the thought.

Those who have killed others retain a lingering sense of murderous aura in their eyes. An ordinary person might not notice anything different, but I could identify it at a glance.

"I never said there were vengeful spirits inside, and furthermore, I suspect that what we’ve encountered are likely not spirits at all," Huang Jun added slowly.

He pulled out a dragon-tooth dagger, signaled to Situ Lingfeng, and then, crouching low, the two of them moved side-by-side toward that area.

The Indonesian soldiers all stirred. Although they were unwilling to follow the orders of a Chinese man, they had no choice; for the sake of learning, they had to endure it.

Xie Xuan’s expression faltered. Wang Hui gave a light cough and said, "A-Xian, how can you point out others' shortcomings so casually? Wouldn't that leave Brother Xie Xuan in an awkward position in front of everyone? That is truly unkind." He reached out and flipped Wang Xian's folding fan over.

This weight was approaching the limit of the tow-line. The captain decisively ordered the nets to be hauled in early. Receiving the signal, Old Man Er started the winch as soon as the fishing boat began to slow down.

A black hole of air currents appeared above Black Flood Dragon Pool. Murong Zhao felt as if the space-time landscape around her had frozen for two or three seconds, after all of which, the infuriated Bodhi Seed appeared by her side.

Watching the back of the red-clad figure disappear completely, Lu Wu turned his head to look at a large rock in the distance. This place was on the edge of the mine, and logically, there shouldn't be anyone there. That was why even the red-clad figure hadn't noticed the rock earlier.

Zhenpingzi smiled and said, "That makes sense, but I also have a question for you. Do you know my name?" Lakbo frowned slightly, then shook his head.

With 1,300 years of innate primordial energy, he still hadn't reached the mid-stage of the Golden Core, yet his energy was immense. The twenty-five tons of raw power referred only to the strength of a single arm; his speed of nine hundred meters per second was achieved without the use of light-body techniques or sword-riding. His digitized mental energy of two thousand points was, according to the system, at a level only achievable in the late Nascent Soul stage.

However, just as Li Chenfeng wanted to observe further, in the next instant, he locked eyes with two glowing, blue-green orbs. Even without the illumination of light, the dim face seemed to emit the same aura under that eerie blue-green glow, making Li Chenfeng shudder.

In this situation, whether Hatake Sakumo would attack head-on or use his White Fang to appear behind Tsunade was impossible for anyone to discern. Once they chose wrong, they would be defeated by Hatake Sakumo, and even if they chose correctly, he could still tactically reposition using his White Fang.

Hearing Qianrou speak this way, Lider felt quite indignant. Since regaining consciousness, he hadn't felt "respected" in the slightest. The process had been orchestrated entirely by Qianrou, which dealt a severe blow to his pride as a man.

"The past is in the past." Lei Ming stroked her smooth hair, glossing over her question with deep meaning.

Listening to Gu Hongyuan, it was clear he leaned toward having someone consolidate Nickell’s armed forces. Thinking about his own consideration of an official military strike, the final result was essentially the same.

Even though she had already asked for a divorce, every aspect of her life was still filled with traces of Lei Ming.

Actually, the third brother was just bluffing the Tian woman. It was the second brother who had been listening to music at the teahouse, not him. He had simply heard the second brother mention that classmate in a joking tone and felt it was a perfect story to tell her.

Compared to the straightforward Li Yuncong, the steady Zhou Bin had managed to guess what Liu Dong was thinking from his shifting expression and actions.

But the person before him was the murderer of his master, and now that his primordial spirit had appeared on his turf, how could he be content without killing him?

"Alright, Mario has left, let's continue." Xia Yun stared at Mario’s two thick legs stepping away with a comedic gait, and unable to help but feel a bit of that lightheartedness, he turned and pulled Yang Xiaomei into his arms once more, kissing her passionately as if no one else were around.

Cao Yiqiu no longer cared that Yu Da’s status was low. "Auntie, I’m afraid he won't be willing." She had already lost her purity, and she was certain Yu Da would despise her once he found out.

Jian Nian wasn't afraid of being stepped on or bumped into, simply telling her from time to time whether to step back or move forward.

Behind Tang Chen, the Ten-Tails manifested, a pitch-black staff appeared in his hand, and five Truth-Seeking Balls spiraled around him.

Daoist Pingkong sighed. Was the current situation not exactly what Zhang Yang had said: that people have always worshipped gods, but who has ever seen a god worship a man?

Yet, just like his father, Xiahou Mao didn't really understand military strategy. His talent lay in managing his family's businesses; he didn't grasp the current state of the world at all.

However, after dinner, they stayed up until the middle of the night. After Song Jing calmed her great-aunt to sleep, Kang Ning still hadn't returned. Song Jing, accustomed to a normal sleep schedule, couldn't hold out much longer and went to bed at midnight.

"Roar!" They bellowed, their massive bear paws striking the ground in fury, clearly incensed by Hua Qianye’s actions.

The triplets following Karl were completely dumbfounded, standing to the side not knowing whether to leave or stay. They were already confused by the sudden appearance of a female, and now a male had appeared as well, leaving their already tangled minds in complete chaos.

I couldn't help but sigh again. Rather than struggling and feeling depressed here, it would be better to just open up and ask the Heavenly Emperor.

Under such constant, normalized attacks, the fact that he could defeat Daoist Zhengxuan, the original candidate for the third match, shows just how terrifying Zhang Yang is when he truly unleashes his full power. As a representative for this third match, he was more than enough.