Volume One, Chapter 46: Unscathed, Commanding the Entire Scene

Two figures crossed paths, blood splashing as both staggered, each suffering heavy wounds. Among them, Patriarch Cangtian was in the worst condition, his heart now gripped by terror.

Upon suddenly hearing Mu Xi's words, Tong Ling felt a mixture of anger and embarrassment, her cheeks flushing crimson. She was convinced that Mu Xi was deliberately humiliating her; otherwise, how could he utter such unseemly remarks that disregarded her virtue?

"Wouldn't it have been better to just do this from the start? You just had to make me use force!" Xu Xianchun tossed his blade aside and called for the Brocade-Uniform Guards waiting outside.

A fleet of cargo ships was docked at the port; the lead vessels were of standard design, while those trailing behind carried a distinct and heavy exotic style.

Just as Tian Chunda had deduced earlier, Liu Kangjian had once worked at a chemical plant for a period of time. Finding the explosion-proof octagonal hammer comfortable to use, he had kept it by his side. After being fired for stealing factory property, he went on to become an installation worker for a furniture chain company.

Halfway through the meal, the two who had finished their private conversation outside hurried back inside, their complexions carrying a trace of urgency.

However, she did not dare. If she spoke up, it would surely expose her identity as a time-traveler. Although Wen Chuyan had already begun to suspect her, she had always managed to fool him each time by acting cute and spoiled.

The matchlock firearm had also been successfully developed by Bi Maokang, and was now being manufactured as breech-loading matchlocks according to Zhu Youxiao's specifications.

Minin hurriedly hailed a taxi to take Julie to the hospital. Once inside, he busied himself running back and forth to register and pay the fees. Julie's mother thanked and praised him profusely. Minin thought to himself that this could be considered his apology and compensation to Julie.

Naturally drawn by her bizarre action, Qi Jingzhi cast his gaze over, and his pupils reflected a dazzling azure brilliance.

She had already lost too much. In the battle between herself and Bai Qian, she had survived, yet she had lost completely.

The reporters, having snapped back to their senses, frantically raised their cameras. For a moment, the stage flashed incessantly with the brilliance of countless camera bulbs.

Su Yinzheng walked over to the bedside, grasping the old man's hand, where veins protruded prominently, as boundless sorrow spread deep within his heart.

Yet reality proved that she had once been far too naive. Carrying such heavy family vengeance upon her shoulders, how could someone like her ever be qualified to envision a future or dream of a life ahead?

Descending the stairs, the wind at the entrance blew directly into her face, biting cold. Qiao Qing shuddered, buried herself deeper into the plush fabric of her pajamas, and stepped into the snow.

The market stabilization point he inquired about referred to the threshold at which the government would tolerate the Nikkei index falling before intervening. Beyond this point, the central bank and major financial conglomerates would step in to rescue the market and drive stock prices back up.

In other words, he could block anyone, but no one could block him. Whenever Haoran wished, he could forcibly connect to anyone's cell phone at any time and place to initiate a call.

Furthermore, construction had stalled at the twenty-eighth floor for quite some time—long enough for surrounding buildings to rise higher than Building A, which was originally meant to be the local landmark. It was easy to guess that if construction were forcibly resumed, the probability of bloodshed and injury would only increase, and the injuries would become progressively more severe.

Wushuang gripped her long sword tightly. The martial arts of the person before her far surpassed her own. Today, even if she were to perish here, she feared she could no longer protect the princess's safety.

Meng Fanhai slammed his fist onto the table, shattering the mahogany table into pieces. Who could have expected that he was also a hidden master?

The basic attack of a Shield Bastion differed from other classes; its attack speed scaled with movement speed. While that might sound somewhat overpowered, in reality, it was not, because the damage dealt by the swinging and bashing of the Shield Bastion's gun-blade was pitifully low.