Volume 1, Chapter 110: The Counterattack

Murong Yunyi felt a warm current flood his entire body, and his internal energy, which had been nearly exhausted, was instantly restored to a significant degree. He cast a grateful glance at Lin Wantie before continuing his entanglement with the deputy leader.

"Feihuan, you go first," Heifeng gestured to Feihuan, electing to stay behind to accompany Lian Ying.

Returning home that evening, Zhu Rongjin shared the good news with the family, and everyone rejoiced for Shen Miaoqing. With two members of the Zhu family serving consecutive terms as association presidents, and now the addition of a Lady of Nanzhou, it was a moment of great honor for the clan. The old president ordered a family banquet to be prepared to celebrate Shen Miaoqing.

"The Mount Shu Sword Sect has certainly found themselves a fine location," Tang Sanqian could not help but exclaim.

The staircase seemed endless. Yu Nie counted the steps silently; they had climbed over a hundred, yet they had not encountered a single turn.

Park Yun-ho often felt ashamed of his own base thoughts; even though he understood it was human nature, he still could not overcome that inner hurdle.

"Good child, you have worked hard. Your injuries have not yet healed, so head back to the manor first. We will stay here, so do not let your eldest aunt or third aunt worry further." Seeing Wen Yao’s pale complexion and the fine beads of sweat on her forehead, she hurried to send her away.

Zhuling’s voice drifted out. Although it remained soft and delicate, Su Bingqin could tell that Zhuling was no longer afraid.

Seeing Lin Jin approaching from afar, knowing that so many survivors had suddenly appeared in the community, he was surely coming to investigate the situation.

Wu Yutong recalled it immediately and, without a moment’s hesitation, deployed her second spirit: a yellow, mouse-like creature wearing clothes.

Lie Xuqing was seen one moment clutching his head and weeping bitterly, and the next, laughing wildly, hugging the empty air and calling out for his mother.

Ling Feifei seemed to see Qin Mu’s head explode like a watermelon; she gasped in terror and quickly covered her eyes.

Shen An had been able to read minds just a moment ago, but now he seemed somewhat naive again. Yet, Zhang Banian felt this was fitting for the image of an immature youth.

Some of the souls were imprisoned by him in this pot. Once the Soul-Detaining Pot is opened and the souls return to their proper places, they are no longer under anyone's control.

He had originally intended to make use of the legendary mechanisms within the pyramid, but after searching for a long time, he found nothing.

Upon meeting, the two simultaneously raised their weapons, each exerting their utmost strength in an attempt to kill the other with a single blow.

I called the old driver again to see if he had any leads, but his line went unanswered.

Of course, this adjustment was also based on the mature model originally used by Infineon, and the salary structure took into account the local cost of living.

When the Antelope Dragon Beast created this world, it was set according to the basic plot points of the Marvel "Bad People" series from Liu Wei’s memories.

"What is it? I am only telling the truth. I truly know nothing about the Profound Sect. If you like, you could tell me about it," Lu Chen said with a smile.

The Silver Wolf, agile in its limbs, leaped aside and narrowly dodged the fatal blow. Its gaze was fierce, teeth bared, as it retreated. Seeing that its opponent was not weak, and having just fed, it weighed the situation and decided that risking itself now was not worth it, so it prepared to retreat.

A faint sound emerged. The Black Dragon Ninja’s abdomen was sliced open. Seppuku. It was a method of suicide chosen by ninjas to avoid humiliation.

"Live well, otherwise you will be dead for a long time." Xie Yunfei did not have much patience, especially when a meticulously planned scheme ended in futility; Xie Yunfei nearly collapsed in the restroom in tears.

"Brother, I actually don't know where that box is." I had wanted to build a rapport with him, but who knew he would slap me across the face again? Damn it, if not for the fact that I had to carry out my uncle's plan shortly, I would have turned against him right then and there.