40. Haishi No. 1 High School

Qiao Chu was muttering to herself when she suddenly heard the bedroom door handle turn. Her ears pricked up instantly.

Chen Qing looked at the lonely, empty channel before him, his momentary impatience suddenly replaced by a sense of bewilderment.

The commercial street was different from the gourmet street. While all the restaurants on the gourmet street were run by locals, the commercial street featured many sidewalk vendors. These vendors were not necessarily citizens of the Empire; there were explorers, Federation citizens, and even people from the Ruin Wastelands who had traveled from afar.

He knitted his brows, leaped from his chair, curled his right hand into a claw, and lunged at Fu Xuanyue using his light-body techniques. Fu Xuanyue’s eyes flickered; she spun around, effortlessly evading Qiu Tianji’s sneak attack.

If this wasn't a matter of survival, then the person creating these things must be seeking the powerful strength provided by this human-machine integration. Finding such technology within the Glory Team of the Federation, she couldn't help but suspect the intentions of the team's leader... and the plans of General Thunder, who had personally backed its rise.

In the sunset, her slender yet bold silhouette, along with the sun-warmed boulder, formed a peculiar, elongated shadow that stretched out for a great distance.

Empress Dowager Fu extended her right hand slightly. Her personal eunuch, Jin Buquan, understood instantly, bowing as he stepped forward to help her rise from the chair.

She felt it was necessary to learn more about this threat, which could be considered a ticking time bomb—just in case this guy decided to do something reckless.

Just as she opened her mouth to call someone, a "bang" echoed from the living room, as if something had fallen to the floor, followed immediately by Wen Puyu’s low cry.

Wu Ya spat with annoyance, then pulled a small piece of animal skin from her ragged luggage and draped it over herself to shield against the falling rain.

One must know that while the rewards for the top five are generous, the higher the rank, the significantly better the reward compared to the position below it.

"Larvitar, Sandstorm," Shinji commanded, ignoring the tugging of the green-haired boy as he tossed out a Poké Ball.

"Brothers, did you hear that? Lord Yingxiazang has praised us. We must continue to strive and help Lord Yingxiazang seize all the Dragon Essence. When that happens, wealth and glory will surely be ours." Dugu Jian—that detestable piece of scum. I wish I could tear him to shreds right now.

This time, Fearow did not dodge. Instead, it dove toward Kingler surrounded by a white light, its beak spinning. It collided with Kingler’s Crabhammer while simultaneously flapping its wings to unleash a Twister.

This was the first time Yun Hao had seen Yan Canglan act so naggy, and he almost thought he had mistaken the man for someone else.

In the Kingdom of Yanhuo, the twenty-three-year-old monarch was a benevolent ruler. Since childhood, he had treated his people with kindness, and even towards his enemies, he showed great magnanimity. Since ancient times, the kind have been bullied, and the monarch was no exception. This was why the monsters of the Nine Desolate Mountains rampaged without restraint, and the rumors even spread that the monarch’s frail, sickly health was caused by the sorcery of a Huodou beast.

Chu Yunfei wore a bitter smile. To him, these rumors were completely unreliable, but the fact that such news could circulate meant that the theft of the Jade-Grinding Guanyin had already been leaked. Who had spread it? As far as he knew, only a very select few were aware of the Guanyin’s disappearance.

"Brothers, wake up! We are starting to distribute the equipment now. Ouyang Jue, please step forward three paces to collect your gear." I intentionally raised my voice, aiming to rouse them all from their stupor.

For a time, the sounds of cursing and footsteps were endless. Gradually, everyone turned their eyes toward that spot.

As I activated my Blood Wolf skill, Optimus Prime also unleashed his Sky Guard hidden skill. I hoped that our combined efforts could interrupt Ferrad’s attack. His health was already below one-third; if we could just hold out a little longer, we could defeat him.

He was as fearful as a sheep about to be shorn, but Zhang Xuan didn't want to bully him; he just went through the motions.

Because Taishang Laojun had lost to the Immortal-Making Furnace, he gave the formula for the savory pills he had concocted last time to the furnace, which allowed the Immortal-Making Furnace to cross its most critical threshold in its tens of thousands of years of cultivation.

However, the probability of encountering a Grandmaster was extremely slim, and An Dianlian couldn't quite believe that those few would be unlucky enough to run into one.

Although Li Tiejun insisted repeatedly over the phone that Third Aunt Chen Shufen was in no mortal danger, Li Jiakang decided after much deliberation to return to her hometown.

Yes, defeat. While it seemed last time that Wilde was powerful enough to take on both Appo and Momonga and still hold the upper hand, in reality, Momonga had been restrained; during the fight, he not only had to deal with Wilde but also had to guard against Appo.

Primitive Cell looked at Yamcha coldly and suddenly let out a snort. The air around him crackled with a sudden "swoosh," and a terrifying, world-shaking aura erupted from his body. The cold, evil pressure caused the earth to tremble.

Tang Xiao didn't let up, asking, "Then how long do you intend to help him? Will he still be calling you for help when he's eighty? Besides, why didn't it occur to you to call me when something happened?"

The scorching sun burned fiercely, and the sweltering earth endured a desperate, furnace-like heat.

She breathed a sigh of relief, while Li Jianqiang was dumbfounded, thinking to himself, "Good heavens, why is it so expensive? Over ten thousand for one unit? You could buy several large color TVs with that!"

"Master... there is killing intent." The meatball, which had been leaning against Feng Chuge’s chest, suddenly opened its eyes slightly, revealing a glimmer of icy blue light.

"Yes, Sister-in-law Xiangrui, go get some rest as well." Tian Jiewu’s mind was too sharp; she didn't want to sleep at all.

Ding Hao had no mood to continue wandering, so he rented a practice room. Once inside, he instantly entered the Nine Dragons Hall.

After days and nights of exertion, he was exhausted. Moreover, light-element magic consumed a significant amount of mana. Consequently, Hill felt rather weak.

The evildoer’s peach-blossom eyes curved into a smile, and he waved his hand outside the porthole, as if bidding farewell.