Volume 1, Chapter 72: Paying Respects to the Empress Dowager!

Immediately following, a gale swept up, forming a straight line that swept the combatants, who still had no idea what was happening, toward the sides.

Consequently, even before Gao Longcang and Maomao could call each other, Maomao's call came through first. This sudden call gave both Gao Longcang and Hanhai an ominous premonition.

Five consecutive artillery shells accurately struck the pirate ship. In an instant, the surviving Japanese devils on the pirate ship were sent reeling and spinning in total disarray.

Clearly, their faces were completely unfamiliar; none of the proud prodigies present could recognize the origin of these two figures who had suddenly burst onto the scene.

The other three reacted swiftly as well, drawing their respective weapons to meet the enemy. However, Xie Yue's speed evidently far exceeded their estimations.

Hearing this, Yue Zhiyang felt a flash of inspiration. Though his thoughts were vague, he felt that the millennium-old problem plaguing his adoptive father finally had a clue. Overjoyed, he could not help but rub his hands together repeatedly.

After Dongfang Wan'er defeated her opponent, Xie Yue took her around to watch several more duels at the surrounding platforms. However, the first round did not feature any earth-shattering clashes; the formidable martial artists all advanced smoothly to the next round, making for a rather conventional affair.

"Seeing is believing, hearing is not," Zhang Bing said through gritted teeth with a grim smile. "If the Princess is not here, what harm is there in searching?" Without waiting for Consort Xu to retort, he waved his hand, and the Brocade-clad Guards swarmed forward, surrounding Consort Xu tightly.

Upon thinking of this, Elder Li Chaoren recounted everything he had learned from Li Qiu to Elder Li Qingtian.

Amidst boundless agony, the suffering human race in the mortal realm uttered the most piercing cries of their lives. At every moment, countless human beings were unable to withstand the overwhelming power of their vital blood and burst apart, dying.

Han Bingwu collided between Zhang Yan and the Second Blood Cliff. A massive iceberg materialized before her, instantly rising dozens of meters high and radiating a chilling, frosty light.

One must know that the creation of magic scrolls requires two essential components: first, utilizing mental energy to trace out the patterns; second, infusing the magical elements. Only then would the magic scrolls become effective.

As Fei Jiaolong breached the Zen Sea Temple in an instant, the Moon-Watching Zen Temple to the west and the Golden Light Zen Temple to the north had already received the news. Consequently, they adopted defensive postures simultaneously, preparing for a protracted war of attrition.

Moreover, as for the last few recruits, anyone with the slightest bit of discernment could tell that the old man was simply making up the numbers.

After everyone else had left, only our family of four remained in the hall. At that moment, father looked at me and said, "Alright, Yan'er, I understand your intentions. Speak, I suppose you have already obtained that Netherworld Ghost Fire."

On the highway, the political instructor used the walkie-talkie to urge our entire company to get some sleep immediately, as our sleeping time once we reached the disaster zone might be drastically reduced, or even leave us no time to rest at all.

Seeming to sense the quiet warmth of the dorm, Longlan, who was sprawled across Zhang Ye's quilt, felt a bit better. She shifted her body slightly, continuing to use Zhang Ye as a large cushion while she went back to sleep.

As for his two sons, Jinzha and Muzha, sending them onto the battlefield to kill the enemy was fine, but if they were thrown into the treacherous waters of officialdom, they would likely be eaten down to the bones sooner or later.

In less than half an hour, eight of the nine monks who had flown into the void had perished one after another, leaving only the final opponent facing Madri Jeanne.

Various fighter jets provided full escort, and large ground forces entered their designated positions. At the slightest hint of trouble, they would immediately unleash world-shattering destruction.

However, the true shock was only just beginning as Xu Huasheng began to detail the functions of this phone step by step.

"It has nothing to do with you. Stop crying, your eyes are all swollen. Go outside and look for Brother Xun," Jiang Nan said, now physically and mentally exhausted.

After listening to Elder Wang's briefing, everyone was dumbfounded. Given their experience, they naturally knew that experiencing two distinct living eras within a hundred thousand years was simply preposterous.

Autumn in Pingdu is intensely romantic. Both sides of the main campus avenue are lined with towering plane trees. The slanting setting sun casts its light upon the multi-angled contours of the parasol leaves, endowing every single leaf with a mysterious halo.

Hamisu could not help asking, as he knew that this mysterious Song Jianfeng possessed immensely vast capabilities—so vast that they reached the heavens, allowing him to accomplish many things that Hamisu himself could never achieve.

"I can't carry it on my back!" Makarov declared, reaching out to grab the bottle of liquor on the table and gulping it down.

Turning away to focus on wrestling with his corn pancake, Xu Zeyun paused for a fleeting second before his arrogant demeanor washed over him once more, his eyes bright and untamed.

At this moment, Xiangwan was fiddling with the equipment in the parlor alongside Dali. She sat on the sofa, asking Dali to find a suitable angle for recording.

Upon hearing Mother Zhou say that Zhou Xun was a soldier and Jiang Nan was a doctor, that smug sense of self-importance subsided somewhat.

"Li Tianchen, are you currently staying at the Nanyan Grand Hotel?" As soon as the call connected, an urgent voice came from the other end.

This sentiment wasn't confined to the lower ranks; even the higher-ups harbored a desire to sever ties with the Qin Emperor Alliance and slip away at the very first opportunity.

Things had reached a point where Qin Jiu could no longer conceal the truth, so... she had no choice but to confess everything honestly.

The reason he did not make a split-second decision was that neither Tu Qing nor Tu Meng had absolute certainty of successfully slaying this scaled leopard if they advanced to the Extraordinary Realm individually.

And so Xuanhao and Yusheng bid farewell to Meng Yangjun and Immortal Zhenshi. Xuanhao gave Chizhu another thorough lecture, driving Chizhu to utter distraction, before the two of them finally left the Simeng Immortal Realm.

Pausing briefly to catch her breath, Qin Jiu uttered words of apology while raising her head, only to be greeted by that delicate and refined face.