Chapter 60

Dense volleys of German infantry small arms fire struck the front armor of the OT-130 specialized tank, producing a flurry of crisp clangs and scattering sparks in all directions.

The camera panned from behind him, capturing the distant horizon where dark clouds gathered, faintly tinged with a bloody hue.

Song Ya formed a clear assessment of Old Joe Music's strength; perhaps it had once known glory, but now it was undeniably second-rate.

At half-past seven in the evening, Su Qing and Li Yiliu returned from Wanda Plaza. Just as Zhang Tong, Xie Zhe, and the others were all present, Cao Ru, Sun Feifei, and Liu Yan were lounging around chatting while wearing facial masks. Seeing this, Li Yiliu immediately integrated herself into the group.

"Damn it!" Wade kicked fiercely at Zhou Jie's arched back with such tremendous force that Zhou Jie let out a painful hiss, as if he could hear the sound of his own spine snapping.

"Why don't we just do it tomorrow morning? Tomorrow happens to be Saturday," Su Qing pressed while the iron was hot. Matters like this should not be dragged out; the delay should absolute not exceed a single day.

If back then, when Su Qing had first arrived, she had properly guided him, perhaps he would be the one causing her the least worry right now.

At these words, Teacher Fan and the classmates cast their gazes toward her in unison, their eyes filled with concern.

After sending the message, Lin Juan put his phone back into his pocket. Li Qingyu had already fallen asleep by this time, and he did not expect a reply. Yet, a moment later, the phone chimed with a ding. With a look of astonishment, Lin Juan pulled out his phone and saw that Li Qingyu had actually replied, with just three characters.

There was another figure, clad in a tiger-skin robe, carrying a heavy sword on his back, and eyes as piercing and blazing as thunder and lightning.

The Martial Emperor of the Broken Blade moved his hands in a blur of spiritual seals, continuously blasting out white handprints that slapped against the flesh and blood pulverised into the midair.

Who could have foreseen that he would coincidentally and fortuitously administer the Hundred Herbs Liquid at that exact special juncture, leading to the current situation.

When Xiang Yu believed that among his peers, even if he were not invincible across the world, those capable of rivaling him were as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns.

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In order to produce live streams, Li Changlin usually paid close attention to various current affairs and news, so he naturally had some understanding of honey-trap scams.

Flower Street was only a little over five hundred meters long and merely three or four meters wide. Both sides were lined with shops operating through the night, the most numerous being bars, KTVs, and foot massage parlors. Such places gathered all sorts of disreputable characters, and calling it "Crime Street" was no exaggeration.

With that single utterance, the Void Demon raised its hand once more, and two streams of demonic energy shot toward Song Ming and his companion at an unmatched speed.

"How ridiculous! He, Tang Jiuzhe, was just playing around when he made a move? Then if I make a move to chop off your head, I'll be playing around too. What crime would I have to answer for?" Tang Yi retorted with disdain.

The three robots themselves were nothing special, but they were loaded with drive and maintenance operational programs provided by the universal robot platform.

"Lord Yuan, I know you woke up long ago, stop pretending." Inside a spacious room, Leng Xuan looked at Yuan Jiang, who was bound to a chair opposite him, and spoke.

At this moment, following Luo Kaixian's willful and unbridled inquiry, the two men bearing the surname Li both fell into confusion.

One had to admit that Han Feiyu's condition defied the heavens—perhaps it shouldn't even exist. Heavenly-grade spiritual roots were already of legendary tier, yet he had actually managed to nurture and expand his spiritual root beyond the heavenly grade. Aside from himself, no one would ever believe such a thing, even if told.

Looking at Jiang Ping's expression, Zhao Wanqing's pretty face immediately flushed with a faint rosy hue. She never expected this fellow to be so bold as to pull such a bizarre stunt right inside her home. However, Zhao Wanqing lacked Jiang Ping's audacity and hurriedly fled back to the kitchen under the pretext of having to cook.

"Empress Dowager!" The anxious cry of a soldier rang out. The two searching soldiers looked somewhat familiar, appearing to be Helan Yingxiong's personal guards.

"How dare you claim your conscience is clear? A dissolute and arrogant scoundrel who ruthlessly tore me and Yuzhu apart." With that, he raised his fist once more, charging forward to strike straight at his enemy's face, wishing he could immediately beat the man surnamed Guo to death.

"Senior Zhong." Leng Xuan's expression turned to one of alarm as he glided forward swiftly, rescuing Zhong Ping's primordial spirit. However, while he was flying to the rescue, the Demon Emperor seized the opportunity to escape, vanishing into the thick veil of night without a trace.

In the main hall, after exchanging greetings and courtesies, everyone took their seats. Guo Hongzhe and Guo Hongxuan sat side by side, looking completely at a loss.

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Having witnessed the strength of that exotic beast, Ling Xuejiu's heart was filled with incomparable shock; she had never before seen an exotic beast possessed of such formidable power.

That being said, Han Feiyu had somehow managed to resolve the matter later on, a fact that had astonished him greatly at the time. After all, he knew his own son very well—the cultivation realm of the peak sixth-tier True Immortal realm was not something just anyone could handle.

However, right up until he reached the previous Quanxi mineral vein, he failed to catch sight of even a single half-lizardman.

Those insects possessed two pairs of black wings, dark gray bodies as thick as chopsticks, and measured four to five meters in length each.

"We came with kind intentions to welcome you, and if you refuse to appreciate it, so be it, but why resort to spitting to insult us? You coward, you must give an explanation," Xiang Hao said coldly.

The remaining youths recovered from their momentary daze only to roar in fury, unleashing their respective methods as they rushed forward to slaughter Fang Yi.

The legendary Bridge of Helplessness lay right before his eyes. Fang Yi hesitated over whether to step onto it; having reached this point, turning back seemed impossible, yet retreating now was something he was unwilling to do.

Drinking alcohol was entirely an act of overdrafting one's life for Guo Jia. Drinking casually was fine, but consuming it in such massive quantities was completely out of the question. Even with his maximum alcohol tolerance, it was utterly unacceptable unless he truly had a death wish.

What kind of ghost fishing net was this? Not only could it absorb the power of laws, but it could also block the direct attacks of divine weapons?

Pang Yi was also well aware that taking control of Chengdu was no simple task and might ultimately not come to pass. However, with such a promise, should that day ever arrive, the Pang clan of Yizhou would stand in an unassailable position of invincibility. This journey was of profound significance.

Hearing this, everyone could wait no longer. Streams of spiritual energy were channeled outward, and orange flames surged forth like fiery demons, instantly expanding manifold to completely envelop the entire cosmic flyer, even spreading to affect the majority of the flying vessel's surface area.

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