Volume 1, Chapter 23: Venturing Deep into Peril to Break Through the Barriers

Lin Fan stepped over the enormous carcass of the demonic beast. A pungent stench of blood, mingled with the earthy scent of the soil, rushed toward him, making him frown in distaste.

Xi was left with no other choice. Having only just regained his memories, his strength had not yet recovered to any significant degree; continuing to struggle against Lu Feng would be nothing short of suicide.

However, what made his expression even darker was the fact that the mercenaries ignored his demeanor entirely, weighing the pros and cons of whether to stay or follow Hake. They subconsciously chose to disregard Verus’s darkening face.

Xu Mengqi wore a look of agony as she recalled the past, but the man who had occupied her every thought had now departed, leaving her behind for parts unknown.

After entering the palace, Mu Xuefu and Princess Wuyou presented conflicting accounts, but with a maidservant acting as a witness, Princess Wuyou found herself at a disadvantage.

"I was merely worried that you might not like what I chose for you, so I asked about your preferences beforehand as a reference." Jing Rong lowered his head slowly, pressing his forehead against hers, the light in his eyes dimming.

Judging by Wen Jianxiong’s choice of words, Lin Zhixiao had already guessed that Wen Jianxiong knew about his mother coming to beg for his help and being refused.

The mere thought of it made the middle-aged man tremble with rage; he could not help but cough violently, eventually spitting out a mouthful of bright red blood.

If Xia Liu denied it, he would undoubtedly be admitting it was all a misunderstanding, which would, in turn, confirm the identity of the Green Demon King. If that happened, he would have to surrender his position as the Demon King, and the former subordinates of the Green Demon King would become vassals to the Green Dragon clan.

"How dare you even think of facing my mother? A person like you deserves to be cast into the eighteenth layer of hell, never to be reborn." Jing Rong’s voice was as sharp and cold as shattered ice, his handsome face surging with endless malice. "Do you truly believe that a few pitiful words will make me let you go?"

Sun Xiaojun had only intended to use her words to refute Lin Zhixiao’s claim that his uncle had killed his eldest brother; she did not truly believe that Lin Zhixiao was the one who had committed the murder.

Concentrating two Nambu light machine guns, the precision marksmanship of Guo Laosan, and the mortar support of He Huizhang, they formed a tactical unit. They prepared to sandwich the remaining eleven or twelve Japanese soldiers who were pinning down Zeng Sheng’s platoon, aiming to resolve the battle in the shortest time possible.

The Master of Penglai Mountain let out a cold, mocking laugh, shrouded in a mass of black clouds as he gave chase, covering ten thousand miles in an instant! Seeing that they were within striking distance, the Great Peng raised his mace, ready to strike, but the Bull Demon King suddenly ducked and leaped off the clouds, diving straight into the deep mountains.

The snoring sounded with rhythmic regularity, drowning out every other noise inside and outside the room. Another hour passed in this manner, and the intruder lying on the table seemed to suddenly sense something. He reached out to grab the pistol hidden beneath the bundle he had been using as a pillow, only to find that the space beneath his bundle was already empty.

The other aircraft was also struck, bursting into flames before plummeting to the ground. The last remaining plane had narrowly escaped the fire net, but one of its wings had been crippled. Seeing its two companions shot down, the damaged aircraft dared not linger; it fled into the distance, trailing black smoke and listing heavily to one side.

But he was too confident, always believing that because he had walked step by step, and because he had been diligent and hardworking, no one could ever defeat him.

To advance half a step in a single night—if Master Wu knew of this, his jaw would surely drop in shock. He had spent nearly twenty years practicing just to reach that same half-step, yet Ye Tian had achieved it in one night. It was simply inconceivable.

The barrel of the Force weapon in Azi’s hand expanded, spewing a barrage of Force bullets. The Fire-Armored Monkey King, standing only a meter away, was hit instantly. As the creature was looking upward at that moment, several bullets mercilessly tore into its eyes.