40 The Qixi Festival

First, the divine image of Chen Fan manifested, radiating holy light to heal a critically ill child, which drew countless people to kneel in worship. Those who were ailing emerged from their homes, one after another, to prostrate themselves before the statue.

It must be said that Cui Feng’s intuition had always been impeccably accurate. No sooner had this sense of foreboding surfaced in his heart than a dark shadow fell silently before him.

"William, James, you are the heroes of this mission. I leave the decision to you," Chen Ning said magnanimously.

On the way from the Governor's Mansion to Citibank, Yang Desheng whispered to Chen Hu in astonishment, "Brother Chen, the Commander is truly miraculous. In just a single day, 1.5 million US dollars and all this weaponry are ours. It is simply unbelievable."

"I am wondering what the situation is like over in Tiancheng. I wonder if Menglou and the others can hold out, and if they can provide us with support during this surprise attack," Yu Ruotong said candidly.

"But you mentioned earlier that because this model’s armor is too heavy, pilots of this craft rarely escape the fate of their machine being destroyed along with them. Why did you not make any modifications to this model?" Xiao Menglou asked, puzzled.

"You!" Watching Wang Chuhong being killed right before his eyes, Wang Su was terrified. He could not imagine that Wang Kunmiao would be so ruthless, but with all his meridians severed, he had no strength left to flee.

Among the many Darkwing star-dwellers relying on activation enzymes in the revitalization chambers to boost their immune systems against the virus, Lan Wangshi was one of the first to recover. He struggled out of the chamber, went to the changing room to don his star-speckled black uniform once more, and strode toward the flagship’s operational command center.

"The coronation ceremony of our King is not for an outsider like you to interfere with! Guards, drive all these Fox-kin out!" an Elder of the Elephant-kin clan roared in anger.

Several times she nearly succumbed to the urge to turn back, run to Xiao Menglou’s teahouse, and exhaust every means to reclaim his love, even if only for a fleeting second—anything would be better than suffering in this agonizing, unforgettable pain.

After deep contemplation, he deployed his men to continue the search while dialing a certain phone number.

On the ten-zhang long street, one side was clad in white like an immortal, bathed in thousands of golden rays; the other was dressed in black, fluttering in the wind, with red flames scorching the sky. Yan Luan-shuang stood between them, unable to predict who would emerge victorious in this duel.

Master Yuan’s grip tightened, his pair of bronze hammers locked by an unseen force. He prided himself on his immense strength, yet the force surging from the soft whip made the webbing between his thumb and forefinger go numb, and his chest shuddered violently as if struck by lightning.

It was evident that this person was also a practitioner with a sound physique and a solid foundation. Had it been an ordinary person, it would have been impossible not to have several ribs broken.

Meanwhile, in the grand hall, the Queen Mother of the West sat upright on her high throne; the passage of time had left no trace upon her face.

Lin Yi pondered, "Although Chu Lingyu’s words were polite, they may not have come from his heart. To court a member of the obscure Taixia Sect was likely the idea of that person."

"Er… about that…" Tang Jin hesitated for a moment before saying, "Thank you for the concert tickets." In truth, he had been thinking about apologizing to Wang Yiqing, as it had been his own fault, so he said this.

Ye Zilu walked straight to the wall and kicked it again. Under the alarmed gazes of Chiyuanzi and Qingyuanzi, he kicked open a path leading to the third alchemy room.

When the Five Immortals first entered the Flowing Light Heaven, their reaction was much like Wuyu’s. Even with hearts as steady as stone, they could not help but sigh in admiration. Those immortal palaces, some magnificent and others serene, deeply tested everyone’s resolve.

Seeing that his troops had assembled before the Qin army, Gelahan whipped his horse without a hint of style, directing the Kushan forces to retreat rapidly to the south. Of course, during the retreat, some of the rearguard cavalry made various insulting gestures to provoke the Qin pursuers.

Can he see through the heart? If so, then I must enter a state of sensory detachment, but Ba Mochen should also know the foundations of such combat. How exactly was she defeated? Chen Linxuan watched Kasanyas with vigilance.

"Hmph, as long as this man surnamed Tang dares to compete with me, I’ll certainly beat him until he’s begging for mercy!" At this moment, Cheng Jie seemed to envision the scene of Lin Sa nestled in his arms, excitedly cracking his knuckles until they popped.

The moment he saw Gexi, Faro calmed down. Seeing the youthful face of Gaochuan, Faro thought he would play a psychological game. He deliberately put on a fierce, menacing face and said, "The Ascoli people are not to be trifled with."

The situation at the time was not in Luyi’s favor. If the two had joined forces, the chances of killing him would have been much higher.

Present were not only the black-clad elves stationed in Heiyan Town but also the waiting coachmen and the local residents who had come to watch the spectacle.

"Er, this is a skill a good police officer should have." Officer Zhao chuckled, just about to push the iron gate and jump over, but he suddenly stopped and locked the gate again.

It should have been a success, but at this moment, another person suddenly took it upon himself to hoist the massive tent behind him with a single spear. The giant white cloth was fully half a mile long, and as it was hoisted by the spear, it seemed to blot out the sky, plunging the ground below into darkness.

Originally, Yahan was the commander of the Six-Nation Alliance. Now that he had subdued the Orcs, serving as the Commander-in-Chief of the Continental Allied Forces was a natural progression.

"This junior brother, how can you say such a thing? The three of us have always advocated for unity among fellow disciples. It is just that we did indeed spot this Immortal Spirit Grass first. I hope you and your junior sister will return it to us," Zhao Yuan continued. His face appeared very solemn, as if everything he said were entirely reasonable.

"Hee hee, that’s great!" Seeming convinced she would win, Lin Sa smiled with satisfaction.

Nanli Xiang, who was leading, had wanted to stop and prepare to fight the dead, but after hearing the arrangements of the senior Battleship, she pressed down on the accelerator of her beloved car, driving forward and scattering many of the dead along the way.

Fang Zhan was even more anxious. Was Ya Yun trying to sow discord between him and Zhou Ji? If Zhou Ji were to become enraged because of this, wouldn’t he be stifled to death?

But until now, there had been no news from Guiyang. This made Han Xuan increasingly worried and surprised; it seemed that the thing Han Xuan feared most might have already happened, and he felt at a loss as to what to do.

In an instant, several different pieces of information were sent through Chiyou’s soul network to the other three girls at the Mithril Island garrison.

Although Nanfang and her younger sister were still unscathed, Nanfang stopped advancing and also restricted her sister’s movements. The two Deep Sea girls simply stopped their ship and began clearing the surrounding target ships, choosing not to break through further so as to keep their performance as low-profile as possible.