Chapter 47: Awe-Inspiring Presence on Dragon and Tiger Mountain

Chen Yang pressed his advantage, launching another fierce punch. Sasaki was forced to defend, and in the next instant, a thunderous roar echoed across half of Dragon and Tiger Mountain. Sasaki appeared with disheveled hair, looking much like a beggar.

Witnessing this scene, the elite fighters from East Island all frowned deeply. Especially Yamamoto Kazuo, who had brought Kurosaki Sasaki to Yunzhou’s Dragon and Tiger Mountain.

If the duel could not be quickly decided, all that awaited Lin Haoyu was exhaustion and collapse.

The man in blue, however, had no knowledge of what had happened to Qiao Yu’er during the day, nor did he particularly believe her story. As for why she wouldn’t speak of it, he was unsure, but he guessed it would not be detrimental to himself.

Indeed, the audience’s minds naturally recalled how the media had once portrayed Lin Haoyu as the savior of America, even of the world, yet now, he considered himself nothing more than an ordinary man.

Suddenly, Su Qingyi’s clear and resonant voice rang out, her silhouette appearing before the doorway, perfectly obscuring Xiong Fei’s figure within the room.

Ambitious, Wu Shimin would not be outdone; she instructed the third brother to gather a batch of broken furniture, patching it together to assemble over a dozen sets of tables and chairs.

Yet he was acutely aware of one thing: this was Grellan Sky, and behind Grellan Sky stood the Chen family.

Longwei and his comrades had never witnessed such a spectacle; the closer they drew to the African continent, the stranger and more mysterious the sky became. Ahead, the sun grew ever larger, its furnace-like heat and terror almost tangible, while thousands of meters below, their plane passed over the world-renowned Mirchi Desert, where rolling waves of sand could be glimpsed.

The entire Sacred Healers’ Sect felt immense oppression under the terrifying forces of these three great powers.

“Mr. Nicholas, greetings. I am Sun Yuanzheng from Huaxia,” Sun Yuanzheng spoke neither humbly nor arrogantly, extending his hand.

Within the Hidden Cultivation branch, aside from the Heavenly-level factions, there might exist alchemists proficient in the art of pill-making.

Li Qiaomu tried persuading several times, but to no avail. In the end, she had no choice but to let her mother follow along to help.

Yeli Apang felt his hands go numb, involuntarily crying out. At that moment, the spearhead struck his helmet with a heavy blow. His twin hammers dropped from his grasp as he leaned back. His mount took several steps, then slowed, and his body gradually slid to one side.

Li Miao could no longer afford to hesitate. He couldn’t let such wealth vanish with him.

Xiao Zhang listed the essentials for opening a milk tea shop: mainly equipment, raw materials, interior decoration, as well as business licenses and health permits.

The shelter’s collection radius of five hundred meters currently matched the maximum range of its various buildings.

Upon hearing the news, Shen Yi was not entirely surprised. Even if they didn’t destroy the plant’s mouthparts, the other team members couldn’t be rescued. At the time, it was the only option—a gamble they clearly lost.

They lacked understanding of this new opponent. Even Feng San and later Sun She, Iron Liuzi, and others were unfamiliar with him. All they knew was that he often led troops alone and had won significant victories, earning considerable respect in Lou Zi’s army.

The appearance of the pseudo-boss’s summoned monsters had clearly alerted the diamond elemental giant deep within the mine.

Li Miao was startled—the glass sphere now gave no warning. Was it because his senses had been blocked? It seemed likely. Clearly, Xue Baochai’s fever poison was far more potent than Li Miao had imagined.

The anti-magma fishing hook, a magical accessory, was forged from a rare mineral called obsidian. This mineral emitted a profound black radiance, as if it held endless dark power.

Seeing Han Meixin lower her head and quickly dodge, Ye Xiao finally understood: Han Meixin’s suffering at the hands of Miao Changsheng went far beyond simple torment.