Volume One, Chapter 39: You Cannot Control Secretary Li

Luo Zhi knew that if he acted in such a way, he would chill the hearts of many, at the very least, upon entering the underworld, he would have no face to meet his ancestors. Yet, at times, he could not deny that the power of one's clan was the best deterrent against others.

The driver instinctively offered an explanation, as if to affirm his own words, nodding with particular seriousness. A man dressed in black nodded, his figure flickering before vanishing from sight; a shadow swept towards the direction of Shangbo Official City.

Gradually, the two became lost in desire and confusion, gazing into each other's eyes and seeing endless affection reflected there, their kiss continuing.

To cite an extreme example: when teams from secondary or tertiary leagues face a giant like Real Madrid, they certainly have a chance of victory—but how high is that chance? Perhaps one percent?

The man speaking possessed a deep, languid voice; as a smile flickered across his eyes, his handsome features were finally illuminated.

To avoid lingering and letting dreams grow long, after a brief rest, the team pressed onward. Shortly thereafter, another large batch of goods appeared before them.

Previously, when inspecting the gates, none had found a way to open them. The two tightly closed doors were sealed with exceptional strength and thickness.

Witnessing this scene, Luo Zhi leapt down from the platform, swiftly coming to stand beside Jiang Wei.

Just as An Yun prepared to make a move, Ye Liangchen's expression changed abruptly. With doubt, he cast his gaze towards the distant sky, his eyes filled with gravity.

A massive palm of primal force struck the Flame Demon violently, scattering the molten magma across its body. The tremendous recoil even forced the creature several steps back.

In an ordinary world, in an unremarkable tavern, smoke curled and music played sweetly; beautiful dancers performed, drunken patrons brandished swords, noble sons watched with delight—a scene like a painting. Yet, amidst this tableau, two sat together, not drinking, and the one in blue seemed intoxicated by himself.

Han Feng and his companion spent a day at home with Wang Shufen. On the morning of the third day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Wang Shufen, eyes red, saw off her son and his “future daughter-in-law,” Zhao Feifei.

Wang Yingfeng's eyes shone with light, while the true form of Creation smiled faintly. After a brief pause, the six world-class prodigies departed, stepping once more onto the land filled with countless magical runes, advancing into the deeper reaches of the Holy Demon’s Fallen Land.

To Han Feng, Merlin possessed all the qualities needed to become the Western "Akkad," fully capable of serving as Han Feng’s public representative in Europe. As long as Merlin could submit and become a loyal religious leader, it would greatly benefit Han Feng’s long-cherished plan to resist calamity.

Han Feng thought Dog Egg was indeed worthy of his age; with only a few words, he could play the role. Tang Yue'er watched coldly, curious to see what trouble this fellow could stir up. Zhao Feifei wanted to step forward and object, but Han Feng pulled her into his arms.

Dongfang Chang Kong had no doubt that someone bold enough to order an attack on the Wu Wei camp would also dare send people charging into his own stronghold.

Repairing the Heavenly Way and achieving ascension was the sole goal of the Heavenly "Gate," and its response was like mountains roaring and seas surging; yet for the sorcerers led by Su Cha and Valarilo, their ambitions were not so simple.

Lin Mao sought to intimidate the navies of various nations, so the focus of the exercise was a 2,000-kilometer-long range, recoverable missile saturation attack—two hundred missiles launched in a single strike to hit predetermined targets.

Moreover, she was several years older than Mu Yanqiao and Duan Chongnan, so even if she hadn’t experienced many things firsthand, she had certainly heard of them.

After all, the Chu Yang before them wore a wrinkled shirt and baggy shorts, flip-flops on his feet, and carried a pink thermos—nothing about him suggested he was the billionaire president of the Luoyang Group.

Upon hearing this, Chu Yang was not surprised; since the opponent dared to strike at the Gu family, they were clearly well prepared.

Though Tianmei Pharmaceutical was a subsidiary of the Gu Group, the welfare and benefits for its grassroots employees were excellent.

Ruan Chengying was startled awake, only to find Ruan Guiyue leaning on his bedside, chin propped in hand, gazing at him.

Especially the invisible sword—though the old man still had some hidden skills that could threaten him, Chen Yang was confident that he could prevent any of those tricks from being used, ensuring a clean beheading.

Besides, since the Four Seas Chamber of Commerce intended to wipe out his entire clan, merely killing this one, Nangong Yan, would not satisfy him.

At this, Lei Ming glanced at the pastries in Master Ji’s hand, then at the bundle containing a human head, thinking to himself that this old Daoist truly was strange.

Seeing the precious Tail Grass casually held by Shi An'an, Xu Zi Hou hurried to protect it with both hands, fearing that if she dropped it, it would be ruined.

A Liang turned to ask Nalan Ao. In truth, A Liang’s question aimed to probe Nalan Ao’s relationship with Qingzhou, for A Liang vaguely sensed some connection existed between them.

Li Baoqiang had studied the Nanjing Massacre in depth. Moreover, his grandfather had been harmed by the Japanese, so Li Baoqiang harbored a fierce desire in his heart—to one day storm Japan and carry out a massacre in Tokyo.

"Ah, that’s true. Your leader has only been active for a few months, yet the Wanxiang Sacred Sect has been thrown into chaos, and after the battle of Wanxiang City, his name spread throughout the Southern Region. We truly admire him," said the burly man.

"Send the distress signal!" Recognizing the situation, Luo Weihou realized that his twenty thousand men alone could no longer salvage the crisis. Now, to repel the Qin army, he could only rely on nearby allies and reinforcements from Longchuan City.