125 The Great Demon King 4

After settling this matter, Tang Xin made two more calls, one to Zhang Pengyun and the other to Tong Zhengrong, to inquire about the progress of the work they were currently busy with.

No matter where the demon flickered, the golden ropes it feared most would always appear in the void beside it. In its hurried dodging, who knows how much demonic mist was extinguished by the golden light of demon-breaking; one could only hear the demon's screams and roars echoing endlessly.

"Hiss! Just how vast is this Great Thousand World!" Zhao Chen gasped. Although his teleportation distance had shortened significantly since arriving in the Great Thousand World, it shouldn't have been this exaggerated.

"Heh." A silly laugh finally jolted Chen Ke out of his stupor, only for him to realize that the laughter had come from himself.

After all, the vitality of a werewolf is shockingly powerful, and for a werewolf, the light of a full moon is like an adrenaline shot. There is no need to explain the combat prowess of a species that has been pumped with adrenaline—it is simply top-tier.

The cultivation levels of the one hundred and two people present had all improved slightly. The ones with the greatest gains were Cheng Yaojin, Zhao Chen, and Leng Ye, followed by Kong Qiu, Li Er, Zhao Gu, and others, with the remaining Holy Sons coming last. Of course, the only regret was that the experience points gained after slaying these Sovereigns were split equally, leaving Zhao Chen with nothing to do but stare in frustration.

"Everyone, start organizing the personnel entering Shandong. At the same time, tell our comrades on the front lines to strike the Japanese army fiercely. We are engaging in a defensive battle, and our reinforcements will begin departing immediately," Chen Ke ordered.

"Can you stop him?" Looking at Uncle Zhang, Liu Yunlong’s voice sounded helpless. He knew exactly what kind of temper Zi Feng had. Given such a grand display of action, besides venting his hatred, there must be other reasons, though he hadn't figured them out yet.

Though Ren Qiying didn't care much for Huang Xing and Song Jiaoren, she would not be impolite. A host flattering a guest was, after all, a matter of social etiquette.

However, it was precisely because he had spoken of it in its entirety that Cheng Yaojin and the others were left in such shock. How could they have imagined that the Fantasy Dream Continent was in such a perilous state? How could they have known that extra-dimensional creatures were invading the continent, only held back at the borders and not yet fully inside?

Seeming not to have received the reaction she wanted, Ju Zi pouted and walked back to her room; it seemed she still had clothes to change.

In truth, even without Liu Chen and Huang Xing, Liu Xiao could have gotten himself out of the station. He was certain that if such attacks continued three or five more times, the Haicheng authorities would inevitably release him without charge and turn to investigate Timothy instead.

"It seems there aren't many people who keep pets in Korea. Why don't you come to China to develop your career? The number of people keeping pets in China is truly extraordinary!" For some reason, I couldn't help but make the suggestion.

Han Chu was not yet prepared to leave the East Garden. If possible, she hoped never to return to the West Garden, never to face Shen Yu's mood swings, never to face Cha Cha's schemes and humiliation, and certainly never to face the unknown years ahead.

"Slaying enemies on the battlefield to protect our home and country is the duty of every Chinese man. What merit is there to claim? I thank the Supervisor for his high regard, but such credit is undeserved; I dare not claim it," Yue Xiang said, his head held high and his posture upright, neither humble nor arrogant.

"Of course I’m going to spend the weekend with my husband. We are a legal couple; if I don’t spend it with him, should I spend it with you instead?" Hua Yueyao said with a sneer.

"Tch," Liu Chen curled his lip. "If it wasn't you, why are you so nervous?" He then looked at Lan Shenghua. "Then it must be Director Lan. Director Lan works in security and is usually intolerant of evil; I reckon he must hate these guys to the bone." Liu Chen’s words and actions were always marked by his professional style.

The Emperor believed that with Zihan’s courage, she would not speak carelessly, so he didn't need to issue any specific warnings. But today, Zihan had actually slipped away from the funeral rites to request an audience; it must be about Empress Dowager Ye, so he could not refuse to see her.

Everyone laughed. If they really were to gather all these assets of the Software Alliance and sell them to a scrap dealer, it would truly fulfill the joke made by that employee the other day—it wouldn't be worth much, and the scrap dealer might not even want it.

The Ministry of Revenue was only separated from the Daming Gate by the Ministry of Rites. Looking out from the entrance, one could see the Daming Gate decorated with lanterns and colorful streamers, looking exceptionally festive. Originally, the Marquis's residence had just been renovated, and the ceremony could have been held there, but since Zhu Youjian had been so kind and wanted the wedding to be grand, it was held at the Daming Gate.

"The spatial distortion beam will be blocked by a shield? Are you kidding me?" the red-hatted dwarf roared.

"Ancestor, the imperial court's men have reached the foot of the mountain. We should probably lie low for a while," the young attendant said with a bow, full of worry. He was hedging his bets; after all, he had received plenty of favors from those bandit leaders in his daily life.

Instantly, the unlocked door slammed into the wall with a 'boom,' the entire room shaking from the impact.

Yang Fan hadn't felt this good in a long time. Xu'er's illness seemed to have truly improved. Perhaps having once felt her heart die, she had taken a step toward death, but Yang Fan's coma had caused her to turn her legs back away from the path to the grave.

This remark left Shota Okita stunned. He hadn't expected his new boss to just take a look and be done with it; it was truly too simple.

"What are you standing there for? Use these two rare treasures to stir the lamp oil in the nine large cauldrons below until it is even." That casual, weathered voice continued. At the same time, the two weapons emitted a faint trembling sound.

The waiter had been quite pleased when he heard Chu Tian wanted to book a New Year's Eve dinner.

Once Can Lin and Can Ri heard this, they realized they had to take action. Declaring that they were sorry, they attacked Mang Fei from two directions. Mang Fei knew exactly what they were capable of, so he didn't take them seriously at all.

"Deputy Bureau Chief Zhou, we need to take the criminal suspect back to the station for questioning, but this young man won't let us into the emergency room, which led to the misunderstanding of attacking an officer just now." Seeing that it was indeed Deputy Bureau Chief Zhou, Wei Dong hurried forward to explain the situation. Since he was a deputy bureau chief of the municipal bureau, he couldn't afford to be neglectful.

"Let me through! The person Young Master Xuan wants to see is me! By what right are you blocking me?" It was Mu Qingqing's voice.

The moonlight was hazy and the stars were shining; the entire Forbidden City was shrouded in the night. Glazed palace lanterns hung high, painting the darkness like a picture.

"This is already the limit," Qin Yiliang boasted. To attack a hundred-year-old fortress city like Yanjing, as long as there were grain and fodder inside, holding it for a year or a half was not difficult. He claimed he would take it within a month, hoping to first stabilize Yu Ge’s position.