Volume 1, Chapter 57: Fierce Battle in the City, Bloody Breakthrough!

"Oh no!"
Meng Jun's expression changed drastically as he hurriedly turned around and shouted, "Your Highness, dodge!"
Qin Feng did not hesitate in the slightest. He sidestepped and decisively took cover behind a pillar in the room.
The next instant.
Countless sharp arrows pierced through the doors and windows, continuing for the span of half an incense stick. The room was soon blanketed with arrows, leaving not even a single spot to step on.
"Wanyan Xiyin, the Right Military Supervisor of the Marshal's Mansion, with three thousand cavalrymen?" Not only Wang Shen, but everyone else also gasped aloud.
The subordinate still could not understand in his heart. Just a moment ago, his own Prince had said that in the face of this unparalleled power in the world, no one could resist such supreme temptation. The subordinate expressed that he was somewhat confused right now, feeling that what his Prince had said was quite contradictory from start to finish.
Pity Lü Benzhong, a scholar famous throughout the realm and ordinarily a man of refined and handsome demeanor. How heavy was Kong Yanzhou's hand? With a fierce strike, he sent Lü's nose bleeding profusely and his entire face swollen.
Emperor Qianyuan and Prince Wei, that pair of the most noble father and son in heaven and earth, looked at each other, their expressions exceptionally intriguing for a moment.
Lin Xiu ignored Thor's chuunibyou-esque remarks, feeling that continuing to pay attention to them would be a bit too cringe-inducing.
With her gun loaded and the safety clicked off, Ryoko Fueguchi looked back to see the two men in suits from earlier blocking their path with drawn firearms.
In the span of a mere thousand years, how could it possibly keep continuously advancing and challenging higher-tier fierce beasts without limit?
"Earth Dragon Torrent!" Tianxuanzi chanted the incantation as a gamble. This was one of the elementary magic techniques of Mount Shu, and he had never used it after learning it. To counter the opponent's lightning attack, he had no choice but to take a gamble. Suddenly, a surging torrent of yellow earth rose from the ground, carrying with it rolling dust and sand, to confront the lightning transformed by the howling wind.
If nothing unexpected happened, this chaos would not calm down before dawn, and Cao Cheng would no longer be able to catch up.
The people of Locke County rarely gathered together like this. Stimulated by the alcohol, they gradually let loose; some were singing, some were dancing, and others even went home to fetch their bagpipes. After three rounds of drinks, Forman suggested that their knight lord perform a program. The people of Locke County cheered in unison. Unable to decline, Yang Yi shyly took the stage.
"Hmph, since you know my prowess, why don't you surrender the lotus lantern and come with me to the prison for a trip?" Ouyang Wu said.
Regarding the death of the Yellow Emperor, a beautiful myth is also passed down. It is said that he did not die, and his ultimate destination was riding a dragon to ascend to heaven.
Yang Guang was originally born an emperor. Although after entering the Myriad Realms and joining the Emperor Sect, his imperial status was no longer as dazzling as before, he was, after all, still a supreme monarch.
Hearing this, Wang Xizhi's expression moved slightly. In his impression, Wang Ningzhi's calligraphy could not possibly be written this well.
The descendant of the ancient Kui beast, who was right in the middle of a thrilling slaughter, was suddenly blocked by someone, and could not help but feel annoyed.
Moreover, acquiring Hungary's resources was also quite crucial. Aside from vast forest resources, Hungary's bauxite reserves already ranked as the third highest in Europe! In addition, it also contained small amounts of brown coal, petroleum, uranium, iron, manganese, and other mineral resources.
Qian Fugui first looked at Sihuzi, who had not the slightest trace of emotion in his eyes, and then looked at Song Duanwu, whose face was full of smiles. He squeezed this sentence out from his throat, seemingly expressing his unwillingness, yet also mocking his own carelessness.
Looking at the rising sun and listening to the tender, soft voice, a certain hormone in Xiao Yuanshan's body was once again uncontrollably secreted. He directly scooped his mistress up into his arms and strode toward the bedroom.
That man had long since lost any breath of life, yet that big fool still did not stop. His hands continued to smash punch after punch down onto the man's head. It was not until an unknown amount of time had passed that the big fool finally slowly withdrew his hands.