Volume One, Chapter 32: Standing Up for Someone in Public

Advanced, high-tech artillery shells, power-draining projectiles, and light-based munitions rained down in a continuous, tracking barrage, guided by the high-speed lock-on capabilities of the central AI.

Tang Seng gazed at the red-haired Sha Wujing, who wore a necklace fashioned from nine human skulls. Being a mere mortal at heart, he could not help but feel a tremor of fear at such a sight.

"What is there to be angry about? Even if you didn’t say it, I could have guessed the reason; I just wasn't certain yet." Nie Feng offered a playful smile. Seeing that calm, composed expression, Aisseline suddenly felt that this man before her had become even more unfathomable.

Seeing the situation unfold, Natsuki Subaru realized he lacked the "secret art of persuasion." While many protagonists possessed this skill, it was clearly not one he held.

The luxurious villa spanned ten acres, housing three classical buildings adorned with intricate carvings, winding corridors, pavilions, rockeries, and flowing streams. This was the Governor’s private residence, the dwelling of the Governor’s son.

The Golden Cudgel swung continuously; wherever it passed, mountains crumbled, the earth split, and the heavens seemed to turn upside down. Countless massive boulders plummeted from the sky like a torrential downpour, leaving the ground riddled with craters.

Had the giant pythons not been so close to the temple, Nie Feng would have unleashed a neutron bomb—a weapon of devastating power. However, he feared that the blast would engulf the temple, and should the Boots of the Underworld God inside be destroyed, his regret would be boundless.

As the voice of Principal Qin Yiran faded, the auditorium fell into a deathly silence, everyone waiting for Chen Yufeng, the representative of the underachievers, to step forward and humiliate himself with his self-criticism.

Although these dark snake-folk had reached the mid-stage of the Liquid Transformation realm, they struggled to hold their ground against the eighteen undead horses currently executing their charge.

Once the two began to laugh, the atmosphere became much more cordial. Liang Jingwen seemed less constrained than before; she pushed up her large black glasses and spoke to me as if in casual conversation. But halfway through, she seemed to realize something, her face flushing red as she looked at me with a hint of apology.

Because the warship’s command center and control consoles were equipped with full-dimensional monitoring screens, there was no need to go to the watchtower to observe the situation outside. The tower served a purpose only when the external cameras malfunctioned.

Cao Xing, having forgotten the pain once his arm was healed, frowned with dissatisfaction when he saw Xun Che hand Yun Mo’s white-glazed urn to the man guarding the display stand, and walked over to Xun Che with a pout.

Ruchu gathered her courage and met his gaze, only to find that he was neither angry nor offended by her supposed lack of tact; instead, he looked quite surprised and taken aback.

She had thought this way before, but for some reason, the more she cared for this man, the more she hoped that her position in his heart would be more significant than anyone else’s.

The strength of the Shu Gang was unprecedented, yet Zhu Xiaotian seemed to be preparing for something, holding back from launching the final offensive against the cornered Xie Zhicheng.

Upon hearing this, I lowered my head in shame and reached out to take the child from my eldest sister’s arms. Seeing his innocent, lovely expression, I couldn't help but smile. Having a child is wonderful, and I had somehow, inexplicably, become an uncle.

The first three days were the hardest to endure. Company Commander Kuang and the three platoon leaders seemed to have reached a tacit agreement not to sound any "emergency assemblies" during this time, as they understood that for us, still in our growing years, rest was equally vital.

Thinking of this, Li Feng said, "Let’s go that way." He pointed in a random direction; for him, it was all down to luck now. If there were danger, he would simply turn back.

Not only the human cultivators but the blood-sucking demons also began to run for their lives—they, too, wanted to survive! The desire to live was universal.

Suddenly, a powerful, unprecedented aura flooded the entire room; the air seemed to solidify, and the temperature plummeted to an extreme low.

The Realm Master, however, could not put his finger on it and could only suppress his inner doubts, returning to his usual composed demeanor.

Bailan was startled, only to realize that she was surrounded by cultivators from the Qingyun Sect. Du Fei had already flown toward the members of the Heavenly Sword Gate nearby.

Chen Xuan directed Feng Yao to bury the heavy-duty truck, and after leaving a mark, he began to wait quietly for Wang Yang. However, Chen Xuan seemed slightly different than usual; he appeared restless, pacing back and forth inside the truck.

Long Qingchen, Gu Xiaojun, and Zhan Qingmian began their work. First, they hunted a ferocious beast, skinned it, and divided the hide into many pieces. Then, following the map provided by the predecessor Zhuque, they fashioned these pieces into individual maps of the Tianhai Islands.

Therefore, the moment Hatsune Miku sang her first line of lyrics, the promotional campaign for her on the "Soul Sky Sea Paradise" began.

"Heh heh, getting ready early means we can serve guests on time in the morning, isn't that right?" the innkeeper said.

By the time the entire beast arena was demolished, Jiang Shanshan had been caught among the falling debris and sucked into that eerie, green-glowing cavern.

The young disciples of the Dayu Sect clenched their fists and waved them incessantly, their faces flushed with excitement, as if it were they who had defeated Qin Ming.