Chapter 67: The Cocoon Woman Village (Part 24)

"Fatty, you're overthinking it. What era is this? Internal energy and things like that are simply unscientific. Your own IQ might be terrible, but please don't insult ours, alright?" Qin Zheng immediately spoke up to challenge Fatty. These two had a penchant for tearing each other down right from the beginning, out of pure habit.

This style of jump-shooting actually does not yield very good results. Because shooting while jumping introduces a half-second delay, and jump-shooting is only effective against ordinary players; it has practically no effect against players who know how to flick or drag their scopes. On the contrary, jumping makes you much easier to hit.

If it weren't for having enough chakra to sustain him, given his physical condition, he wouldn't even have been able to maintain the Tailed Beast Cloak, let alone use the terrifyingly destructive Tailed Beast Ball.

"That's right, there is indeed an underground organization. They are responsible for trafficking things like human organs. They rest during the day, and I provide cover here. After the clinic closes at night, that's when they do their work," the old doctor said.

"Human, I didn't expect you to be able to pass the trial of the Wind Dragon and reach this place!" the red giant dragon said expressionlessly.

The image of Yun Feiyang holding a spear and stabbing it directly into Huangfu Ren's backside seemed frozen in eternity, while the surrounding soldiers from the three prefectures stood rooted to the spot, dumbfounded like wooden chickens.

After stumbling forward unsteadily a few times, James finally managed to neutralize the impact force. Just as he was about to raise his head to assess the situation in front of him, he felt as though he had crashed into something. The object was soft and instantly bounced him backward. Using that recoil, James finally managed to halt his momentum.

After living for a full ten thousand years, although the physical body of the Xuan Shui Dragon King remained formidable, his soul ultimately grew weak, and he died of old age. To this day, this Xuan Shui Dragon King has been dead for three or four thousand years.

At the mention of this topic, the atmosphere suddenly grew heavy. Wang Tao's mother didn't even dare to draw a full breath, because she knew very well how terrifying the influence and power possessed by the stern-looking man before her truly were.

Although this doctor was a top-tier neurologist in China, under the current impetuous academic climate in the country, it was as difficult as ascending to the heavens for his laboratory to even secure an annual research grant of ten million.

Dou Shantao was puzzled inside. A big figure? What kind of big figure? No wonder he was driving a Hummer. Sigh, there were too many people here and it wasn't convenient to talk; he would ask again later when they had dinner. After sending Chen Huai'an off, Dou Shantao led his son to his BMW.

The old Daoist priest began showering Zheng Liang with flattery the moment he approached. Although Zheng Liang was a realm lower than him, there was nothing he could do—the man before him represented the government.

On the other side of the ocean, outside Los Angeles International Airport in the United States, an understated black business Mercedes-Benz was parked across the street.

At present, the strongest beings were undoubtedly Ashiya Doman, who had defeated the vine demon, and the colossal dragon that had destroyed a fleet with a single breath, while the weakest was still the Frost Destroyer, who had slaughtered a hundred people.

Fortunately, however, his point of arrival happened to be the recruitment grounds of the Cangsheng Sect; otherwise, he would have had no way of acquiring transcendent abilities at all.

When Li Gang saw Yuan Ye accompanying Zhang Caixia, a trace of resentment flashed in the corners of his eyes. Of course, a greater part of it was deep, lingering fear. Last night, he had truly been frightened out of his wits by Yuan Ye, nearly drowning to death in a toilet bowl.

"Yes, then you must be doing great. Why don't you check whether this card of mine is a bank card or a medical card?" Luo Han said slowly.

Han Dong started bouncing up and down, waving his fists as he moved. His robust biceps flexed and relaxed with the extension and retraction of his arms, brimming with power, while his practiced movements were as agile and nimble as those of a world boxing champion.

"President An, how can such a matter be discussed in front of an outsider?" Zhao Wei glared unhappily at Pang Fei.

That was Ling Yuan Feng! A renowned close-combat expert of the Guardian Clan, and moreover, the powerhouse who had clinched the top spot in this Sword Discussion Assembly. Yet, a master of such caliber was being kicked around like a leather ball. The stark contrast between before and after left everyone present utterly at a loss for what to do.

Yin He only felt as light as a swallow, with the wind whistling by his ears. In the blink of an eye, his feet sank down heavily, and when he opened his eyes to look around, he saw a landscape of brilliant illumination everywhere.

"This is a royal specialty red wine, worth one million," Yu Xuan said as she opened the bottle and poured the wine into the glasses, explaining its origin and value as she poured.

Through the contract resonance, Ling Yun could clearly sense the terror in the other's heart, causing a slight, disdainful curve to form at the corner of his straight-set lips.

The tenderness in his eyes was breathtaking. Liu Fengxi turned around, presenting him with her back, closing her eyes to shut that tenderness out. Perhaps even Mu Juechen himself had not noticed the world-shaking gentleness in his own gaze.

Liang Fan met Chang'e and Wu Gang in the Lunar Palace, first stating the purpose of his visit and then explaining that he would soon be descending to the mortal realm to deliver an invitation.

Never had he imagined that upon returning, he would immediately embark on a campaign against Xishi, only to ultimately meet his doom at Juelong Ridge—leaving no one outside the Tianlin Clan aware that a terrifying hidden danger still lurked right here.

Zhang Sen was drenched in blood, looking every bit like a god of slaughter possessed by the courage of a thousand men. Wielding a slightly deformed wrench, he threw himself fearlessly into the battle.

"Don't worry, even if he can't be cured, his life will still be extended by ten years," Leng Qingchan said with absolute confidence and certainty.

The Grand Matriarch had punished servants before, but those punishments were always carried out by old matrons under her orders, and at most involved a few strokes of the paddle. Even when taking a servant's life, she would never subject them to such torture; a single cup of poison would always suffice to end a guilty servant's life. How could she ever resort to such vicious methods of torment? It was simply outrageous and enough to make one's hair stand on end.