Volume 1, Chapter 32: A Mighty Army Descends, Rebuilding the Disaster Zone!

However, everything they witnessed today shattered their previous perceptions. Lu Bao and his companion were far too powerful—so powerful that the very aura radiating from them was more than the onlookers could bear.

Seeing all the enemies defeated, the anxious members of the Tie family rushed forward to check on Tie Jian. Only after confirming he was truly unharmed did they heave a collective sigh of relief.

After the banquet concluded, Yin Chong personally guided Li Si to a luxurious palace in the royal back gardens, where he had arranged his quarters. He also presented Li Si with a royal guest jade token, granting him unrestricted access throughout the palace.

Xing'er closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face. The bracelet on her wrist emitted a faint glow. Pang Haoyun had been by her side these past few days, sensing every sorrow and joy in her heart; he understood the grievances and pain she harbored. Now, the dreams she once held could never come to pass.

Above the battlefield, the Wind Demon Birds descended like dark clouds toward the human army. Simultaneously, on the ground, the Flame Python legion began executing the Thunder Beast King's orders, pushing their legless bodies forward toward the opposing Holy See forces.

"Who are you?" Wan Tianqiong broke into a cold sweat instantly, staring in terror at the three warriors shrouded in black.

Seeing him hang up a sign advertising free service, Chen Yan smiled with even greater satisfaction. This was clearly the precursor to a desperate, fire-sale clearance.

Li Si nodded and said, "It is because of the space stone." He had heard He Yan speak of the space stones and soul power restrictions.

For these pickpockets, such crowded trade fairs were their favorite haunts. Moreover, there were many foolish exotic beasts here. These creatures had never encountered thievery in the Myriad Beast Forest; if they wanted something, they simply took it by force, so they lacked any sense of caution.

Not only did she have him brought over, but Ren Sinian also covered all the surgical expenses, paying a ten-thousand-yuan deposit.

In his view, simply entering the First Battalion to serve as an inner guard under Meteor was not his ultimate goal; a position as a squad leader was merely the beginning.

The doctors and nurses were stunned to see Dr. Kang, who was usually meticulous, looking utterly disheveled and acting like a madman.

Liu Yu nodded, planted his spear into the ground, and dashed into the bushes behind the tent with Wei Yongzhi. After a few turns, they reached the latrine pit their squad had dug.

Chen Prefecture was a garrisoned military district, managed by the Chen Prefecture Fengguo Army Commission. The upright magistrate could not pull any strings here, but that did not stump Wu Haogu. He had his own connections, and a little more money would smooth the way.

The engineer pushing the cart lifted the handles, dumped the hopper full of gunpowder packs, and quickly retreated to fetch the next load.

"With your strength, it is unlikely you can rescue Ye Han from Black Fiend," Feng Linlang said again. "Going alone like this is nothing but suicide."

Sun Shaozong was taken aback, but he immediately understood what was going on, as an empty bathtub stood not far to the left of the doorway.

Next came the recommendations for sub-provincial officials. Qian Qianyi, struggling with a lack of candidates as most had been carved up by the Guangdong and Huguang factions, managed only to secure the position of Zhejiang Administration Commissioner for his disciple, Chen Zilong.

Because the Song and Liao dynasties were, in effect, performing on the same stage. The chaos in the Liao state was the crisis of the Song state.

"It should work," Wu Haogu smiled. "Let’s eat slowly and let the Truth fire away; it’s a matter of an hour or two."

The terrifying pressure caused Shen Qiang’s shoulders to slump instantly, and even the peak of Kunlun, which had stood for ten thousand years beneath his feet, began to crack like a spiderweb.

The curtain of the internet cafe was rolled up, and about twenty young men emerged—their hair dyed in garish colors, necks and hands covered in dragon and phoenix tattoos, dressed in non-mainstream fashion, and behaving with unruly, rebellious insolence.

Behind Shen Qiang appeared a pair of golden wings identical to those of the Archangel Demos.

This fragment of memory was related to an ancient secret technique used by the Ancient Wuyao clan to activate their bloodline power.

If one were to feed a weight-loss pill to Li Qingping’s mother, reducing her to a skeleton would be the least of the troubles.

Seeing that Qin Lang not only said nothing but laughed heartily in unbridled arrogance, the members of the Seven Kills could not help but grow angry.

Once he left Earth, the Holy See would remain the Holy See—a major power in the West, basking in the worship and offerings of countless believers.

"Obstinate and unyielding, you bring this upon yourself!" the Young Master of Bliss snorted, a ruthless look appearing on his face as he finally lost his patience.

"I have 300 spare talismans currently in reserve. If Your Highness has use for them, take them all!" Master Kumu summoned a stack of command talismans and handed them to Liu Yi.

It was many years ago, during a martial arts gathering held by the major sects. The young Sword Saint, then only in his early twenties, had stood out among the elders, and he had descended the mountain full of pride and joy.

On the balcony, Bai Yuanlang and the others were conversing, occasionally glancing at Bai Heng, who hovered in the void.

The crowd behind them followed suit, preparing to enter the mourning hall; after all, now that Mr. Du had arrived, even a single word with him would be a great honor for them.