Volume One, Chapter 73: Did You Get Your Marriage Certificate?

The room was not large, about forty square meters, divided into two sections. It was precisely because of the upper echelons of the Australian Alliance's decision that the Free Empire was given the opportunity to retreat. Now, the city of Qinling was already dilapidated beyond repair, and there was no longer any reason to defend it. After the Australian Alliance’s army temporarily withdrew, Old Nine finally decided to evacuate.

She suddenly felt that her current situation was not like the one encountered by Yu Zhen, but rather resembled that of Wang Jin.

The banquet hall had been prepared by the hotel; a heap of fresh flowers nearly buried the microphone at the center of the dais, and the entrance was lined with flower baskets sent by arriving guests.

Among the cage fighters participating, one name caught Yu Ming’s attention: Duanmu Wu. The surname Duanmu was rare enough, but coming from Cangzhou made it even more unlikely—surely, it could only be that fellow he knew.

It was a grand performance, with a sea of people swarming. For hardworking laborers and farmers who toiled all day, being able to watch such a show was truly the best reward.

The two exchanged moves, but both were equally destructive, shattering the techniques of the Bitter Extinction Zen Realm straight at the Golden Buddha. The Seat of Sin rose at once, and together with the other two who had not yet acted, they joined forces, unleashing an unparalleled Buddhist might that soared to the heavens, directly resisting Yan Da’s attack.

Just as the man was about to speak, a breeze like that from the immortals blew in, prompting Bu Qianhuai to instinctively gather his energy.

Once the battlefront stabilized, the remaining warriors of the Kirin Legion began to reinforce the front lines. Seeing the situation lost, the Russian Empire’s high command decisively issued the retreat order, and of the cavalry sent for support, fewer than thirty thousand managed to escape.

“Could there be a mistake? It’s been eight hundred years, and still no one has ever taken your stone?” Yuan Bupo asked in bewilderment.

Yue Wuyai glanced at that plump face, a smile flickering in his heart—he doubted there was a mask large enough for it.

The third reason concerned something no one else in the corporation would have thought of: the realm of the Strange Arts.

Nightblood Phoenix was still thinking of Fatty, and so naturally invited him to join in the exploration. He had come to rely somewhat on Fatty’s judgment and strategies—after all, in all his dealings, Fatty had always been so impressive.

Seeing the deep wariness in Xiongba Tianxia’s eyes, Li Tian understood that the best thing to do now was to take the initiative. This way, Xiongba Tianxia would be unable to discern his trump card, and would hesitate during battle, not daring to charge forward.

Thinking he had seen through both their backgrounds, the middle-aged man took a step forward. His cultivation, already perfected at the end stage of Qi Refinement, was unleashed without reservation, the oppressive force surging toward Zhang Yutang and Green Snake.

If the Golden Crow Matriarch was indeed the leader of the spies from another race, then these escaped souls would most likely seek her out.

After marveling in the night at the imposing grandeur of West Gate, a landmark of Capital University, and once again feeling the weight of a century-old institution, Su Chunfeng followed Xiao Qian to a modest eatery.

On the other hand, Li Xi had returned to his father Li Hong in tears, complaining that Li Tian was brazen beyond measure, even accusing them of harming Li Yuan.

Qin Wushuang roughly understood the couple’s wishes; such a small desire was something he could easily fulfill.

Since Li Tian had decided that Zichuan Yan must face a sound beating every few days over the coming months, he now had to consider how best to put this plan into action.