Volume 1, Chapter 45: The Night of Assassination

In the dead of night, Shen Qinghuan lay on her bed, sleeping restlessly.

"A hostage from Tianqi dares to speak to me like this? You might as well learn to be a dog and bark properly; perhaps I'll spare you."

"Do not look at me with that gaze. If you dare glare at me again, I will gouge your eyes out."

Yefeng nodded submissively. Although the time spent with Lucifer was short, in these past few hours, he had learned a great deal of knowledge concerning the divine realm from him.

A monstrous wave, towering as high as the Water Spirit Tribulation Tide, descended from the heavens. Guided by the exquisite jade talismans, it lunged forward, fiercely colliding with the mid-section of the Water Spirit Tribulation Tide. The sea churned and giant waves pierced the sky, resembling two titans fighting desperately on the surface of the ocean.

Barior's "yes-man," Scottish Defense Minister General Elseis, looked at the assembled officers with a gloomy expression and sighed helplessly.

Although Yan Yun's body had not yet recovered, and his whole body was aching and somewhat drained due to his long period of inactivity combined with yesterday's fierce battle, he had no choice given the circumstances of survival. Without food, the longer it dragged on, the weaker his body would undoubtedly become, and by then, he probably wouldn't even have the courage to venture outside.

Di Chongxiao had long calculated that Yu Wuliang would pull this trick, using his remaining recovery-type divine light to transform into his strongest defensive divine skill, which he could not yet perfectly wield: "Lotus Blossoming to Reveal the Buddha." Silver light penetrated his body, transforming into a lotus bud that wrapped around its master layer by layer.

Timidly taking a few steps forward, the iceberg snow lotus stopped once more. A deeply affectionate emotion emanating from Li Haoran was attracting it, yet simultaneously, an energy that made its heart flutter with profound trepidation kept it from moving its feet for a long time.

Gao Shun had already brought the coffin containing the remains of Daoist Master Ren to this place. After conferring with Taishi Ci, Xia Feng felt it was still inappropriate to inform Diaochan at this moment, deciding instead to tell her only when the burial took place, so that the time of her grief would be shorter. He ordered Gao Shun to escort the coffin ahead of time and make preparations for the funeral.

Upon meeting Xia Feng, Gao Jing exchanged pleasantries about everyday matters and specifically expressed his appreciation for the significant role they had played in the battle to defend their homeland. He extended his gratitude on behalf of the Jimo County Government and all the people of Jimo County. His attitude was exceptionally warm, fully demonstrating his support for the National Salvation Army as a local magistrate.

The Nine-Tailed Scorpion King was startled in his heart. Spreading his arms, nine silver rays flashed from behind him, and nine black cloth banners flipped up and down, tightly binding the Nine-Tailed Scorpion King's nine silvery-white scorpion tails.

How familiar was this voice to Xiong Ti? It seemed even more familiar than Lan's voice, lingering by his ear with an indescribable sensation. Shi Yunlan could also recognize the voice; it was none other than Xia Yun.

This was the person he loved in this lifetime, the person he wanted to guard with all his heart, the mother of his future children.

"Don't put it that way. A gentleman stays away from the kitchen." Xiao Baiye had long since grown accustomed to Wei Linxuan's condescending tone—in order to successfully open a hotpot restaurant, he would endure it.

Tang Feifei stared straight into her eyes. What she loathed most was the aloofness that came naturally to Lin Runing; this holier-than-thou attitude was truly nauseating.

Everything everyone else possessed was won through their own desperate struggles. Why should your mere pity entitle you to take what others earned with their lives and sweat?

"The Desolate Clan? I would like to see just how strong the powerful figures of this world truly are," Lin Feng said with a playful tone.

Seeing Anyuexi holding her racket with her left hand, Abella smiled provocatively. She could tell that in the previous round, ABS had been angered. Heh, could this be considered her victory?

In an instant, the earth fractured instantly, and a powerful force instantly shook the ghostly afterimage until it dissipated into a mist, while Lin Feng's iron hammer also closed in toward Wei Qing.

Compared to the skeptical academy coach, Qi Sheng and Smith breathed sighs of relief. Had they known Anyuexi had such a backup plan, they wouldn't have had to keep their hearts in their throats worrying that she might offend the coaches.