Chapter 50: Ruan Lin Wants to Date Xia Xiaoyu

Despite his objections, Lin Zhuo kept his head lowered and dared not interrupt, acting even more timid than Ke'er. This was because opposite him sat a pair of pitch-black eyes that gazed intently at him, interwoven with emotions so profoundly complex that Lin Zhuo could not summon the courage to decipher them, sparking a sudden wave of inexplicable fury within his heart.

In the blink of an eye, the battle gradually came to an end. The final laser beam flashed with a sharp hum, striking down the last mechanical war-bug on the spot. As the creature struggled and attempted to rise once more, Matthew fired his weapon, shattering one of its legs.

Accompanied by a shriek akin to a slaughtered pig, earth-shaking noises echoed incessantly, causing the delicate faces of a dozen maids outside the courtyard to alter drastically. They exchanged glances, their eyes filled with annoyance.

Everyone ceased their attacks and stared at the dark figure in astonishment, for this shadowy silhouette was none other than Mu Muchun, the Lord of Futian City.

They had long since received word from the Emperor, knowing that the Emperor was among the grand army and possessed a plan of his own.

"Su Chi, didn't you claim your ability to gather the spirit spring water surpassed mine? There are two spirit spring eyes right here; show me what you can do!" The Golden-Winged Roc abruptly turned its head, its cold gaze sweeping over Su Chi.

With a single blow, Cheshi was knocked flat to the ground, unable to rise again. He struggled in agony upon the transparent floor, kicking and wailing miserably like a freshly bled chicken.

Furthermore, owing to the Chu family's astonishing financial resources and their vast array of formidable magical treasures, they could easily overwhelm anyone sheerly by drowning them in artifacts.

The primary reason Xu Dexun chose to utter such words at this juncture was to facilitate peace negotiations between the two sides: there was no need to fight the State of Chu to the death right now. They simply had to wait a period until Ma Yin passed away, along with these veteran generals and nobles; conquering the State of Chu at that time would be as effortless as turning over one's hand.

Recalling the Immortal-Slaying Sword back into the Demonic Spirit Ring, Lin Yi teleported to Meng Chu'er's side, grasped her delicate, snow-white hand, and swept her away.

Lin Yi's eyes turned crimson with rage, and a powerful fighting spirit surged within his body, making him yearn to destroy every single destructible object before him in that very second.

Leng Rufeng, crouching atop the roof, had not made a move throughout. He wished to observe the situation and then slip back to the inn amidst the chaos so as to avoid discovery and spare himself unnecessary trouble.

Shifting his gaze, Lin Yi raised his other hand, which flashed with a brilliant golden radiance, instantly unleashing another substantial beam of golden light.

Before the Left Xianwang could speak, the experts within the grand hall began chiming in all at once, each voicing their opinions. In unison, they endorsed the proposal put forward by the "True Man of Miraculous Hands" Liu Tianchun.

Fang Qingwei's right fist, wreathed in scorching flames, traced a fiery red arc through midair and ruthlessly smashed against the hard horn on the triangular long-haired bull's snout. The collision between his fist and the tough horn did not result in his bare flesh being pierced.

Consequently, Fang Qingwei discovered that the only individuals who had ascended to this mountain peak were those rated as mediocre and emitting a silver glow, whereas not a single one of the exceptional talents marked by golden light was to be found.

"While you were surrounding and attacking me, I was hardly idle. Moreover, I must thank you for perfectly masking my spiritual energy fluctuations," Fang Qingwei said, looking sequentially at the twenty youths before finally locking his gaze onto Ji Hua with a calm expression.

Qingfeng Temple, a towering and magnificent mountain, was covered with multi-storied pavilions and halls, adorned with golden tiles and cyan stone bricks, presenting a luxurious and breathtaking spectacle.

In the eyes of Yu Jin and Zhang He, Gan Ning was far more than merely one of the Five Tiger Generals; he was a fierce tiger, a maddened beast. Once he launched an attack, it was fatal, leaving his opponents not a single moment to catch their breath. Yet, compared to the impressions of Yu Jin and Zhang He, the person who felt this most profoundly was none other than Zhang Liao himself.

It must be known that Ma Chao possessed immense confidence in his martial prowess. If he could defeat Zhang Fei in a single stroke during this battle, he would crush the strongest general of the enemy Shu state, and his own renown would inevitably skyrocket.

The Three-Eyed Demonic Serpent's formidable, demon-god-like body was already split open in numerous places, crisscrossed with huge, bleeding wounds, yet these superficial injuries could not fundamentally harm it.

Ilan truly detested this name, feeling awkward every single time she heard it, yet she could not prevent Guan Li from practicing.

Meanwhile, Thrall had departed for the Razor Hill region, accompanied by all other available tribal warriors and youths who could be mustered from various places to support him in this high-stakes gamble against the Alliance.

With the horseback riding concluded while it was still early, Gao Xi groomed Arthur, entered the space, mounted Neptune, and set off into the fog of war accompanied by the Hulk and the golden-eyed eagle, Eye, to begin his hunt.

Just as Gao Xi and Lü Chengfeng were hauled into the police station, many residents in New York, particularly in the Brooklyn district, had already gathered to prepare for a protest march.

Thus, transparency was paramount. One could even record the milk powder production process into videos to be uploaded online, or invite the public to visit the factory and dairy cattle farms for free. The promotional effect of this approach vastly outstripped mere advertising.

The two suddenly fell silent, walking slowly side by side along the edge of the Sea of Clouds Plaza, soon arriving before a patch of flower beds on its southern periphery.

The two powerful attacks collided instantaneously, and the tremendous rebound force sent both figures flying backward. The point of intersection produced a massive explosion that pulverized everything in the vicinity, unleashing a terrifying shock wave that blew away numerous nearby disciples.

Yet, for ordinary citizens in the Central Plains Imperial Capital, even witnessing such events firsthand served merely as gossip over tea and leisure, greeted with utter nonchalance precisely because they seemed to experience such phenomena on a daily basis.

However, Han Lin's faction was the only one led by a Demon Sage. Under these circumstances, how many would choose to agree with Demon Sage Rufeng?

"Begone!" General Yan stepped upon an evil flood dragon, clad in battle armor as he stood suspended in the void. His crescent blade swept horizontally, cold malice shimmering along its edge, enough to make countless cultivators flinch in despair.

"Damn it, do you really take me for a coward afraid of some wretched eighth-tier star beast?" Enduring excruciating pain, Xia Moqiu muttered angrily as he landed on the ground.

The arriving zombies were few in number, a fact Yang Ming could clearly observe from above. With their overwhelming numerical advantage, the battlefield was cleared of zombies in no time at all.