Volume 1, Chapter 48: An Army of One Hundred Thousand? Where Did an Army of One Hundred Thousand Come From?

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At that moment, Lin Dong recalled the events he had experienced before. Suddenly, an idea struck him. Should he seize the opportunity to slip away quietly while everyone’s attention was focused on Shu Wan'er and the Blood Fiend?

After Mu Yun finished speaking, he took action, forcing Wang Wei to respond hastily. After more than fifty rounds of combat, Wang Wei fell to Mu Yun.

All those before him had failed; none had succeeded in resurrecting Lin Dong. Every path they took ended with a dead end. Though they held onto the belief that “where there’s a will, there’s a way,” Lin Dong still was not revived. Now, it was Lei’s turn.

Zhou Yi moved, creating countless afterimages. Before the wild boar could react, Zhou Yi’s sword had already struck it.

Malcolm and Tréleb embarked once again on the quest to find the puppeteer, but Tréleb’s enemies were too many. Eventually, Malcolm distanced himself from Tréleb, warning him never to come near him again.

The lieutenant meticulously shifted gears and activated the temperature control system, pausing briefly before replying softly.

Zhou Yi did not dare to draw the Eternal Sword completely. Once his objective was achieved, he sheathed it again.

Across from Zhou Yi, Ling Qianfan gradually sensed something was amiss. However, since open communication was encouraged, he refrained from interrupting at such a moment.

Although his death was bitter and unjust, he still claimed it was an honor… Honor, my foot! If you want, you can die yourself and see if it’s really honorable.

Just after settling down at the inn, the Yellow Robe Demon and Princess Baihua Xiu were once again indulging in their private moments in a guest room. The princess’s gentle voice, “Husband, be gentle,” was unintentionally overheard by Zhuang Wangu.

The Demon King Peng vanished in an instant. Kong Xuan snorted coldly, and from the Mystical Wood Ruler, a burst of five-colored divine light shot out like lightning, pursuing the Demon King Peng.

However, Gu Jiahua insisted on paying, refusing to lower the price much, leaving the other party with no choice.

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Zi Ya, inexperienced, only managed to consecrate the Fighting God Whip halfway into the air. A beam of light descended, startling the Black Tiger. He had not expected Jiang Shang to strike without a word, wielding such a powerful artifact.

Just emerging from the northeast, Xiao Han, while choosing his route, naturally fell into a pattern of thinking. Thus, his initial destination was set at the country's first heavy machinery factory in the Three Northeastern Provinces.

The manager explained that the broken item was a solitary jade carving from Dushan, valuing at 550,000, with no deception involved.

Li Song looked at the battered Jade Emperor and Queen Mother, waved his hand to recall the four clones, and thought to himself that today’s goal was achieved. After all, the great calamity had just begun. A little pressure on them was enough. There was no need to push them to desperation; that would be counterproductive. Besides, his own forces had suffered heavy losses in the recent battle.

Chu He vaguely sensed that talents differed. He just couldn’t discern the distinctions. The Iron Wall talent and Overlord talent were two different types.

“Daming, we just arrived. How much money can we make?” Father Lu glanced at the cabinets piled with goods, pondering for a moment before unable to suppress his complaint.

Yuan Hong cursed silently. If it weren’t for Kunpeng spending thousands of years refining the Zhou Tian artifact, he wouldn’t have to work so hard now.

“Your Highness…” Xiao Qianqian anxiously said. She hadn’t even set foot inside Prince Rui’s mansion to rest or have a cup of tea, and now she was being sent away. Wouldn’t that be humiliating? Thinking of this, her eyes flickered with an idea.

But soon after, Han Shuo’s voice came from outside. He half-opened his eyes to listen.

Left Envoy Jiang Fei sent word overnight to his operatives in the capital, instructing them to inform Ling Ruoxuan that if she wanted the iron ore, she had to come to the mountain alone to negotiate.

My mouth was dry and parched. I got up to pour water but was so weak that I knocked over a pile of bottles and jars on the tea table.

In that instant, I regretted following him. This was a circle of business dealings; only by playing along could one fit in. He had forcibly brought an outsider like me, making me feel so out of place.

Before he could finish speaking, the beggar suddenly seemed to sense something. Trembling, he lifted his head, revealing a pair of eyes shining through his tangled hair.

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Watching her walk away with a carefree smile, the weight on my heart finally lifted. I took a long drag from my cigarette to steady my nerves. But I knew the night would still be tough following her around. So I called home, saying I wouldn’t have dinner there and would be late.

After speaking, she waved her left hand in the air. The clothes drying on the balcony floated over, folding themselves neatly as they hovered in front of my father.

With a solemn face, we entered Fu Man Lou. The shopkeeper seemed familiar with Han Shuo. Upon seeing him, he personally came around from behind the counter and led us to the second floor.

Though I couldn’t see clearly, I knew her gaze had landed on Chen Yuyang’s car. I suspected she had known for a long time, but kept this bitter truth even from me.

Reluctantly packing up the Lomo Shrine, Su Chen looked around, then suddenly a rumbling sound echoed.

“General, isn’t Prince Liang arriving in a couple of days? Just two days. I really don’t believe Cao Cao and his forces have the prowess to break through our strongest shield!” Deputy General Pang Guang continued.

Yun Hao nodded. Though his expression was stern and righteous, inside he was scheming how to make Mu Jiajia willingly throw herself into his arms.

Ma Long approached, placing his curved blade directly against the black-clad man’s neck. He lifted his head, staring straight into his eyes.

“I’m not running away. It’s all of you who are going to die!” Lu Qiang shouted furiously at Bao Can, who was coughing thick phlegm.

It turned out the warehouse was filled with dry, flammable silks and fabrics. Once ignited, the flames blazed fiercely, illuminating the interior with a fiery red glow.