Volume 1, Chapter 28: The Sweetheart Takes No Prisoners

Potato, sitting in the back row, did not dare to fidget. He craned his neck slightly, but still could not make out Shen Lingshuang's expression. He could only ask Tie Dan, "How do you know she isn't scared?"

Tie Dan replied, "She's hugging and clinging to Brother Lin, and she's even resting her head on his back, falling asleep again!"

Ye Wan'er struggled frantically, but to no avail; she felt as if invisible hands were gripping her limbs tightly. All manner of supernatural powers were being unleashed upon the ordinary people of the Black Earth Tribe as if they cost nothing.

Yue Sanrong and Jun Yi'ao clearly heard Qin Yiguan let out a cry, followed by the sound of several footsteps landing. With a wave of his hand, Jun Yi'ao descended with his companions. They saw Jun Xuanli and Chen Ji supporting Qin Yiguan, while Ji Tianya’s eyes had been clawed, leaving several deep gashes.

"Are you all mute? Why has everyone stopped talking?" Qiu Yu’s voice was as cold as ice.

Michael had passed the diabetes test thanks to his medication, but his look of relief upon learning he had diabetes left the doctor puzzled. On the way back to his cell, the prison guard Bellick presumably left him to Abruzzi’s crew.

The entire Chiyuan was in ruins; the main hall had collapsed, and the cliff dwellings were destroyed. The ground was stained red with blood, yet there was not a single corpse to be found. After all, the Great Beast Forest where it grew was a place of naked survival of the fittest, where the strong were supreme.

"Hahaha, good! Only by being truly devoted to this can one achieve greatness. Mengqi, you and Zilong are as close as brothers, and Zilong is my third brother, so you might as well call me Big Brother. Calling me 'Uncle' just makes me feel old. Let’s address each other separately—anyway, Brother Shoucheng isn't here!" Liu Yi laughed.

Meiyang’s smile turned cold, inch by inch. It seemed she would have to retract her previous assessment of Shen Yizhi; she was not only far from foolish, but also remarkably sharp.

"After the battle with Big Brother today, Mengqi will surely be able to advance further. Brother Ziyi, I fear we must all train diligently," Zhao Yun said with a faint smile to Taishi Ci.

Ye Tian was currently focused entirely on crossing the Three Heavens, so he naturally remained unaware of Su Xiuxiu’s gaze, which remained fixed upon him, filled with a strange sense of worship.

A chant was recited, and Zhen Tian activated the Heaven’s Eye at the center of his brow—a Taoist technique of Maoshan capable of seeing through all the evil and filth in the world.

Although the Seven-Colored Divine Phoenix was still in its infancy, it was not something Situ Leiming could covet; he died because of his own greed.

Meng Fan loosened his grip on his blade as well, and they placed their hands on each other's shoulders. "I never imagined I would run into you in a place like this." Meng Fan was not as surprised or excited as Li Lu, for he knew deep down that meeting in such a place was worse than not meeting at all.

He knew all too well that what Gu said was true, and it was precisely for that reason that he felt such immense rage.

On September 27th, the Japanese army gathered nearly ten thousand troops from Baoding, Tang County, Quyang, and Laiyuan, frantically charging toward Fuping, the center of the Eighth Route Army’s Shanxi-Chahar-Hebei anti-Japanese base, their arrogance knowing no bounds.

Cao Jiutian’s giant axe had only grazed the skin of the Pig-Rat. Meng Fan hurriedly shouted, "Watch out!" and immediately raised his gun to fire, but the situation in the fray shifted instantly.

This man’s left arm was gone, and his once-handsome face was now twisted into something horrific. The bone-deep hatred flickering in his eyes dimmed into a sense of helplessness the moment he saw Wang Hao and the other five.

"If I didn't understand it, I would have died just like everyone else." Although the guy answered truthfully, he insisted on adding a twist to every response rather than giving a direct yes or no.

As he spoke, Mo Shang tossed his cigarette aside and scrambled into the truck’s cab, hitting the button for the fully automated cargo bay.