Chapter 39

Lan Fei’er was not afraid. This resort was owned by an acquaintance of hers, and the security was excellent; no one would dare to cause trouble here.

He had considered that Mo Tianwei might be relying on his high level of strength to teach him a lesson, but he never expected this person to be so arrogant and conceited—clearly at a disadvantage, yet still daring to spout such wild words.

"All of you, stand guard at the entrance!" Zheng Jian ordered his guards as he walked into the secret chamber.

"Not going to happen. Three strikes and you’re out! If you refuse to mend your ways, I will strip you of your ability to learn," Bai Ze grinned.

Lu Xiaotian’s face flushed a deep red instantly. This was the one thing he hated hearing most, and the one statement he loathed above all others.

"Sending a dying man as an assassin? And to target me? Do you take me for a fool?" Ouyang Wudan glared at him, snapping impatiently.

"Since you want to revive the Thousand Gates, life-saving equipment is the first priority, followed by intelligence-gathering gear, and finally, other high-end equipment with special functions. If you want everything fully prepared, it’s going to cost about this much." He held up two fingers to me.

Several squads tried to charge the bridgehead, but before they could even reach the T-junction, they suffered casualties under Tang Hao’s fire and were forced to change their route.

"Deng Yu, are you doing this on purpose?" Cai Yue was furious; she felt like she could kill him to silence him.

It seemed that this slumber was a source for them to maintain their existence or to grow stronger.

The entrance was also a traditional gate; it felt as if everything had returned to ancient times or as if one had stepped into a movie.

"Don’t you know what courtesy is? You’re certainly not shy. But when you walked in, apart from leering at me, you didn’t seem very happy. If there’s something on your mind, tell your big sister who understands you. If you want to cry, I’ll offer you the comfort of my chest," she said, puffing out her bosom.

In that case, this Li Ling had only managed to win by the power of his talismans. When the latter returned, he had to spend a long time recuperating from his injuries, which clearly showed his condition was poor. If that was the case, Li Ling’s strength was limited.

Xu Yang looked at Elder Tang’s enraptured expression and realized for the first time that Elder Tang truly loved ancient calligraphy and paintings. This gave Xu Yang the idea to study them properly himself. Even if he couldn’t rely on his supernatural abilities, he wasn’t stupid. Besides, he felt he had been relying too much on his powers lately.

Many sects kept their legacies hidden and tucked away, under the noble pretense of preserving the orthodoxy and ensuring the sect’s survival.

Though surprised in his heart, he agreed outwardly: "Exactly, Brother Li is right. Actually, I don’t have any special thoughts about Brother Li since we aren’t close, and I never believe what I hear from others. But let’s talk about this bronze plate!" Xu Yang steered the conversation.

Attributes were just one aspect; when the gap in strength was too great, the mutual generation and restriction of magical elements could be completely ignored.

These people had spent years carrying out missions overseas; such matters were effortless for them.

This was the advantage of a conventional martial artist, but for Xiao Tie, this was something he had to achieve himself, because his consciousness was his own.

Mei Wu shook her head and said, "No need, Yi’er, we are leaving now." With that, the three of them flew directly out of the main hall, heading rapidly toward the east, and soon vanished from Huang Yi’s field of vision.

Currently, they were at the peak of Tier 1 technology and were extremely powerful. The Murloc tribe was only at Tier 1, mid-level, and was far from being a match for the Naga. In terms of both military strength and racial technology, they were inferior to the Naga sea race.

Who knew that just as I reached the corner, I would hear a cacophony of voices inside, filled with mockery and resentment.

Her natural, beast-like intuition told her to stay far away from this thing—the further, the better.

She did not realize that every word, action, and expression of this man had, without her knowing, deeply influenced her.

In these days, her heart and mind were full of Luo Jingyang, and her life was so sweet that she had almost forgotten that before Brother Luo, she had once had a fiancé—Jiang Qifeng.

[Trivial matters] she spoke of in detail, [learning from each other’s strengths] he listened quietly. Later, he finally understood what was going on. It turned out it could be done this way—truly to the extent of an ant biting an elephant to death.

"Who exactly are you, and what does 'the sacrifice' mean?" Beside Chen Feng, Delia asked loudly.

But the fight with the Demon race had wasted time, and with the void locked down, she could not arrive quickly, and could only watch helplessly as Ancestor Yingshao took several more heavy blows.

As a surge of turbulent current rushed through, Kong Ming, unable to dodge in time, felt a sudden, intense pain and dizziness, and the Vajra Pestle that had been shuttling in all directions suddenly vanished.

Hearing this, Lin Hao narrowed his eyes slightly and a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. He knew that once Zhang Deshuai came to power, he would cancel the warrant for his arrest.

According to the rules of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect, once the successor-leader emerged from the sect’s secret realm, the inauguration ceremony would be held within a few days, officially making them the leader of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect.

When Fang Shuyao attended the board meeting as the wife of the Mu Group’s president, she had already thought of her own escape route.

During this time, the two had many conversations that hinted at the movie’s allegorical meaning, so this took up nearly half the length of the film.

Under the night sky, the endless stream of vehicles, the coming and going of pedestrians, and the rows upon rows of buildings—everything gave one a sense of grounded peace of mind.

As soon as the words fell, everyone in the kitchen looked up at the door. Then, a middle-aged man with a bald head wiped his hands on his apron and walked toward the two, while the others lowered their heads and went back to work.

Yu Yun logged out of the game, turned off the computer, changed out of her casual T-shirt, tidied up her appearance slightly, and then grabbed her wallet and keys before heading out the door.