Volume 1, Chapter 25: Targeted Once Again

At last. Zhalamu gave a slight flick of her hand, and the colorful butterfly took flight, eventually landing on a white porcelain plate in the corner of the room. The plate was filled to the brim with rose petals, and the butterfly slowly ceased the fluttering of its wings upon them.

For the seventeenth blow, the personal guard on the left exerted tremendous force. A sharp crack echoed through the air; the heavy military staff had actually snapped in two. Zhang Xian suddenly lifted his head and let out an inhuman howl. Then, his neck went limp, and he collapsed into unconsciousness.

Zhou Xuan felt along her body, lifting the hem of her undergarment that reached down to her hips. He slid his hand inside, exploring up and down. Beneath Qin Que’s pink undergarment, aside from a white silk breast binder, she was bare, covered only by a decorative knee-cloth. Zhou Xuan’s fiery palm pressed directly against her tender, smooth skin.

A massive, lightning-shaped bolt of dull, grey light crashed down from the sky, striking the body of the blood-sweat horse. Abandoned by its master and no longer protected, the horse let out a shrill neigh; its life was extinguished in an instant by the grey bolt, and it fell to the ground.

He Caiyun had no weapon, so she ran down from the large boulder, borrowed a ghost-slaying blade from Yuanlian Haoyoumei, and walked toward the monk in the golden robes.

High above, the giant skeleton’s two rows of chilling white teeth, exposed to the air, chattered up and down as if speaking in some skeletal tongue. As Ye Tianxie recklessly approached, the skeleton lifted a leg bone that towered over him, then stomped down toward his head with a cold, oppressive force.

"Big brother, let me lead the men to assault the city! Even though we lack scaling ladders, we have long ropes! As long as the warriors of the Flying Eagle Tribe have their ropes, there is no mountain they cannot climb!" Jamuha’s younger brother, Nianhan, pleaded for battle once more, drawing a thunderous roar of approval from the soldiers behind him.

The black whirlwind ceased its movement, and a five-digit damage number floated above its head... a number that matched its current health points exactly, neither one more nor one less.

Murong Ke appeared quietly. She had not noticed him, which made her feel as though she had neglected her duty. Fortunately, she recognized who Murong Ke was; otherwise, she would have certainly attacked first, regardless of whether she could win or not.

She dared not stare too long, but the Zhao and Zongzheng women scrutinized her from head to toe. Afterward, the two exchanged a look and both let out a sigh of relief.

Or was it the opposite—that the Ghost Clan had wanted to kill Lilina, but were stopped by the Pope?

You Ran decisively shook her head. Ever since she learned he was Leng Mingzhao, she had not harbored a single thought of marrying him, not even when the imperial decree granted the marriage.

"Whatever," the six people in the chat room, though invisible to one another, could not help but feel as if they were staring at each other in confusion.

Once a demonic cultivator was discovered, it would be reported to the other clans. While the various families of Qingling Town prepared for battle, their hearts were filled with panic.

Had he lost his mind? Or had he dabbled in some evil practice and suffered a qi deviation, causing his mouth to twitch and spout nothing but madness?

Sheng Jiayu finally reached his breaking point; flustered, he pulled his phone from his bag and dialed a number.

Before Liu Yun could finish speaking, Su Mu’s fist descended. The first Peiyuan-stage martial artist of the Liu family was dead! The remaining surviving warriors of the Liu family fled in terror, causing a scene of chaos and dust-filled upheaval.

One day, the many demonic beasts within Linshou Mountain began to roar in unison. The entire mountain was filled with the sound of their cries, startling the other cultivators within to flee immediately. For some unknown reason, the beasts of Linshou Mountain had collectively flown into a rage.

Furthermore, the experts of the Blood-Casting stage, rarely seen in the Qiangshan Department, had deployed the majority of their strength. Every warrior in the city who had reached the peak of the Meridian-Wheel stage was forced to undergo interrogation if their background was unclear.

With these one hundred capital-class warships, even if Meng Tong were released back to the Tianhe Star Territory, it would be of no consequence. With such formidable military might, the lord of the Tianhe Star Territory would still be him, Bailong.

Seeing Fen Yu’s reply, Xiang Qi frowned. If he wasn't selling the blueprints, why was this guy advertising? Could he be a scammer? He remained cautious; there were too many swindlers online with sophisticated methods, and one could be deceived if not careful.

Only the dense "tap-tap-tap" of leather boots and the intermittent twitching and chattering of the blood-covered young man lying on the ground broke the silence.

After all, it was a foregone conclusion that Vice Premier Hong would soon take the helm as Premier of the State Council.

The issue of military equipment started with the issue of military pay. The Nine Frontiers required funding, Yang Sichang’s anti-bandit army needed three million annually, and with the expenses of the New Army, the imperial court was already overwhelmed.

Yueli had acquired "Nature Affinity," increasing the combat power of all his beast-type units by 10%—this could be upgraded. He also gained "Life Transfer," which allowed him to sacrifice one beast-type unit and transfer all of its life force to another unit.

Chen Yu and the other two were fine; while their clothes weren't flashy, they at least matched. But Zhang's cousin was wearing a formal, high-end suit, appearing utterly out of place and glaringly conspicuous among the group of dyed-haired youths.

Zhang Fan reached out and kneaded Artemis's softness continuously. As for Artemis, she closed her eyes, letting out low moans in her throat, a flush of peach-red rising to her face.