Chapter 101: Master Han Takes Action

Her vision blurred, and the stench of blood assaulted her senses. Bai Yuening could feel the malignant gust stirred by the razor-sharp claws of the Gold-Stone Beast behind her. She struggled to twist her body to evade, but her exhausted frame felt as heavy as iron, and her spiritual energy moved with sluggish resistance. She could only watch helplessly as the shadow of death descended. Was this the end? Just then, Elder Han, who had appeared spent, saw a flash of brilliance ignite in his eyes! His hunched back suddenly straightened, and a profound, heavy aura erupted from him.

Li Shimin beckoned Wang Yi to his side, pointing out the general positions where his other divisions were hidden, and began to inquire about the situation.

Terry understood, but he remained silent, merely relaxing the pressure of his finger on the trigger. However, should anyone other than his own men emerge, he would not hesitate to shoot.

A far more terrifying situation unfolded: from the direction of the hill where the Koreans intended to retreat, another contingent of Tang troops surged forth. It was the five thousand men led by Wang Yi, arriving to take advantage of the chaos.

"She is betrothed to the eldest son of the Weift family—this... what of it?" Leonhard wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, feigning ignorance as he countered.

"Damn it, this is truly disgusting." Lu Xiaohang drew his weapons with both hands and unleashed a barrage of fire at the insects. The rampaging Tyrannosaurus Rex let out a roar and charged directly toward him.

On the seventh night of the Tibetan siege, just past midnight, tens of thousands of Tang troops launched a sudden, multi-directional assault on the Tibetan encampment. Unidentified infiltrators had slipped into the camp and set fires everywhere; the sprawling Tibetan lines, stretching for tens of miles, were instantly engulfed in a sea of flames, visible even from Songzhou City, dozens of miles away.

"Let's cut the pleasantries. Tell me where the Dragon Graveyard is, and I will let you go!" Lin Fang said bluntly.

The situation was dire for Hong Tianxiang. They had been fighting for some time, and despite exhausting every trick in his arsenal, he could not catch Wuzhonghua even once. He had long since deployed his ultimate teleportation techniques, but every time Hong Tianxiang flickered, Wuzhonghua vanished in kind.

The marksmanship of the special forces operatives was truly elite; at a distance of three to four hundred meters, aided by sniper scopes, it was essentially one shot, one kill.

In his and Yuan Shisan’s memories, the only person who had truly lavished them with love was their birth mother. Their supposed father, Dayuan, had always been distant—rarely seen more than a few times a month, and even then, always in a rush, for Dayuan had been preoccupied even in those days.

Luo Tianheng and Bai Xue walked hand in hand, stepping forward without a backward glance, until the gates of hell closed and the Road to the Yellow Springs vanished.

"Not at all, sir, you flatter me. This was a gift from an employer; as for whether it is truly valuable or not, I haven't the slightest idea," the captain said, his modesty failing to conceal his pride.

For individuals of such high standing, to continue the bidding war would have been a grave breach of decorum.

Chen Le silently placed the box in his hands on the ground, wandered over to a plastic shed by the edge of the rooftop to rummage around, and finally returned clutching a handful of charcoal, which he dumped into the grill.

Evelyn faced the wind blowing over the forest and tucked her golden locks behind her head. She looked back toward the direction from which the Corpse Vines were pursuing, seeing the terrifying, gray-white forest shrouded in a thick, eerie mist.

If not for this excuse, how could he have successfully taken Quan Shengnan away and kept her in the United States for a few extra days?

From the village chief, Qian Cheng learned that the current Emperor of the Dragon Empire, Dongfang Jian, was originally a prince of the Eastern Empire, until the Eastern Empire's Grand Marshal staged a rebellion with the support of the Dark Empire.

Suddenly, Xiang Long turned, looking toward Irina and the others with a startled expression. His form flickered as he arrived before them, raising his leg to kick into thin air.

The entrance to the dungeon was already crowded, and as other players spotted the commotion, they swarmed over to watch.

The snow at the doorway had long since been cleared away by Quan Shuying, but as it was still falling, a thin layer had inevitably accumulated once more.