Chapter 28

"It has appeared... that vanished power! From this moment on, nothing shall ever be unique again..." In the depths of the universe, a giant sat enthroned upon a massive seat suspended in the void. Sensing those two forces, his eyes erupted with a brilliant gleam as he spoke these words.

The vampire was terrified to the core, letting out a sharp shriek as it turned to flee in a panic. However, it had not gone far before a sharp sword light, arriving from the sky, severed its head.

"Indeed! In this state, I fear I might frighten Xin'er!" Shi Shi looked at himself and also felt it was somewhat inappropriate.

The massive projectiles fired from the rifles—bullets from the Qing Dynasty’s imitation Mauser rifles—had an effective range of over five hundred meters. Amidst the roar of nearly a thousand guns and the thunder of cannons, unlucky Japanese soldiers could be seen falling one after another, howling in agony.

The man had barely stepped into the room when he was scolded; he lowered his head in chagrin and carried the water over.

In particular, the series of three exceptionally brilliant victories just now had not only shattered the Japanese artillery positions but also added two thousand troops to their ranks, bringing the total force in Langfang City to nearly six thousand.

They truly had no evidence. Since Batman appeared, he had never once stated that he had any connection to Wayne Enterprises. Given this, what excuse could they use to target Bruce Wayne?

Working under the sun and facing the earth as they did, how could the skin of these villagers be so pale? Coupled with their abnormal lack of vitality and the fact that they were dressed so thinly in late autumn and early winter, they looked nothing like normal people.

When Duan Zijian tried to check Yuan Xingzhi's expression, Yuan Xingzhi had already rushed toward the sea; a wave crashed over, submerging his upper body.

Dang Xiangdong looked entirely ordinary; neither in his appearance nor his temperament did he reveal a single flaw.

Shi Qiu looked at Bai Xu’s expression and felt that she had misunderstood. The concept of a "charlatan" here was different from the one used in the place where she had previously lived.

In the days that followed, Yang Buyi did nothing but refine medicinal pills, as there were too many sea clans coming to trade and a vast array of materials, leading to a sudden, massive demand for pills.

Leon felt that doing this was somewhat foolish. If it were him, he would have lured the bear-man up and focused fire to eliminate him first. It was obvious that this bear-man was the most powerful in the orc squad; why bother rushing up to contend with him directly?

Li Cunxiao still looked somewhat dejected, but upon seeing Li Siyuan, he finally managed a faint smile and cupped his hands in a gesture of greeting.

Soon, they returned to the town. The village head, laughing and chatting along the way, invited the two guards to his home for tea before heading to Geng Village. The two men naturally dared not accept; although they were personal attendants to Master Liu, the village head was still a person of standing in Niujiaji, so they could not possibly visit him for tea. After politely declining, they urged Geng Qing to lead the way.

It could also be called a sword formation, where one uses their own martial prowess to manifest sword qi into a formation to attack others—this was the legendary flying sword. However, all of Leonard's swords were made of sword qi, and the power within them was naturally different from ordinary flying swords.

After chatting for a while longer, everyone remembered that today was the Laba Festival. With money in their pockets, they dispersed, eager to share with their families or head into town to buy goods for the New Year.

However, his face was pale at this moment, blood seeping from the top of his head, which, combined with his ferocious expression, was truly terrifying.

The elderly monk Suihan was one of the first fierce beast deities to discover the Sitting-Forget Peak of Mount Tangting. Having listened to the sounds of heavenly revelation there for years, he gradually created a powerful divine art to sever space based on his own species' characteristics—the very "Heaven-Shifting and Earth-Changing Grand Technique" that had trapped the Ninth Prince of Guixu just a few days ago.

As long as Qin Feng’s answer did not satisfy him, he would move against Qin Feng directly and annihilate the entire Great Qin Holy Court.

The siege continued for another three months. The Qin army cut off the water supply inside the city, attacked with chariots, bombarded the gates with fire, and dug tunnels beneath the walls. The Han army, however, erected giant wooden fences at the breaches in the city walls and used bows and crossbows to kill the Qin soldiers. At the tunnel exits, they used fire and arrows to slaughter countless Qin troops, repelling their fierce assaults and holding the isolated city of Yiyang.

At night, after Chen Haotian left the hospital, he returned to the Chen residence, while Gu Ling stayed at the hospital to look after her father, Gu Yongxiang.

He was excited, even somewhat bloodthirsty—a distorted desire for battle that nonetheless provided him with an endless source of strength.

Today, there were many matters at the bureau, and he was busy and tired. Yet, as soon as he got off work, he went to a dessert shop and bought mousse cake, cheesecake, and tiramisu.

He Yanze’s emotions were too intense and uncontrolled, to the point where he swung a fist into Luo Yunzhe’s face. No one had reacted in time to stop his violent behavior.

Long Guofeng was equally furious. He had been planning to restart the campaign to push Sun Mudong to the top, but before he could implement it, Sun Mudong had been inexplicably struck down. In the current situation, even if they won the lawsuit, Sun Mudong’s image in the public eye could no longer be saved.

Beyond the immense enthusiasm of the fans, Wu Qingping and Han Zhucai both coincidentally gave Yu Yunshu’s new songs high praise on their respective blogs, marveling at the great expansion in her vocal range.

The next day, Wan Liang, as usual, went to the embroidery workshop with Auntie A-Niu. Then, they each went about their own tasks.

Her vocal technique, which most singers could not achieve, went without saying; what was rare was her natural timbre—cold, bright, and clear, with an underlying hint of aloofness and stubbornness.

Qi Bufan was stunned by Mu Fuxi’s words. To be honest, it was not that he hadn’t seen the methods used to frame people in the imperial palace, but this was the first time he had witnessed someone admit to it as frankly as Mu Fuxi.