Volume 1, Chapter 55: Primordial Golden Pill, Array Combat Against the Multitude

After the meal, Lang Yi went to clear away the dishes. Shen Xinyi felt rather embarrassed; Lang Yi was a guest, and there was no reason to let a guest do the washing up.

"No, I don't have it either, Grand Chief." Bowing coldly, Yan Wanshan lowered his head and remained silent.

Thinking of how the man in white had refused to lift a finger to help earlier, Su Jin felt another surge of anger flare up in her heart. "Who knows who he is! Let's go!" With that, Su Jin pulled Gongzi Mo along with her.

"You've done an exceptionally good job, but it's not enough!" Zhang Jiaming motioned for the group to gather around the map spread across the table.

The one leading the pack was Bai Chen, closely followed by rookies like Bai Yu. At the rear were the soldiers Gu Yi used to command. Hearing that Gu Yi was getting married, those who could swap shifts did so, and those who needed to ask for leave forced it through. In short, everyone who could possibly make it was there.

"It's alright, Auntie. I'll come over to see Guagua again tomorrow." Yun Ze smiled. After watching Tong Guagua go inside, he headed downstairs.

This elaborate Taoism propaganda show was far from being a random move. As mentioned earlier, Zhang Quanyin was flying the banner of pluralism, but what play he was actually acting out beneath the surface left the shrewd and worldly onlookers present scratching their heads in deep, vexing puzzlement.

The fiery phoenix, the blue light, the blazing flames, the giant tree... everything vanished completely without a trace, as if it had never appeared at all.

The married couple were pondering matters entirely outside their own household. Gu Tianxiang was sitting in the dining room browsing the menu when he suddenly let out a sneeze, feeling an eerie, chilling draft at his back that made him deeply uncomfortable.

Looking at Lin Hao's desolate and absent-minded expression, Yi Zhongtian frowned slightly. He found it rather strange: his pressure was clearly well-controlled, enough at most to inflict a minor psychological burden on the boy, so how had things turned out like this? Could it be that his sensory perception had somewhat deteriorated due to the injuries sustained from fighting that fellow earlier?

As for Liu Biao's greatest flaw, he had lost the hearts of his generals and officials. Though resentment simmered within them, they dared not voice it, keeping it bottled up inside without release. Paradoxically, this was an especially dangerous sign.

Not far away, the driver's side door of a sedan was pushed open, and a tattered zombie lay sprawled over the driver, feasting voraciously as blood and flesh splattered everywhere.

The night was heavy; scattered stars twinkled faintly across the sky, while the high-hanging moon hid quietly behind the clouds. It was the festive evening of the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Originally, Yang Yan had wanted Jiang Li to return with them, but since she insisted on staying, he did not press the matter further.

Come to think of it, it was truly lamentable. Yuan Shu had risen with immense momentum, yet he grew increasingly decadent, degenerating to the state he was in today where he even lacked the capacity for self-preservation. That was precisely why one must strive to progress; otherwise, not advancing meant falling behind.

Sun Ce's gaze held no trace of timidity—only the wild, untamed ferocity of a fierce beast caught in a trap, his imposing aura unabated in the slightest.

While Hua Xinyue was still speaking, Chong Ming leaned in even closer to her face. "You are not allowed to go back on your word..." Cupping Hua Xinyue's chin with one hand, Chong Ming forced her to raise her head and look straight at him.

Then Chunsui bounded out abruptly, scurrying all the way along Yu Jin's arm onto the table, where she hopped back and forth in front of him.

In any case, calling this press conference was merely meant to announce to everyone that Jiang Xiuqi had returned, while his true trump card lay in the upcoming shareholders' meeting.

"Mister, do you think this guy is so foolish that he might actually be Hua Hua?" Chunsui suddenly had a flash of inspiration, blinking her eyes.

The door of the black Cayenne was pushed open, and Xiao Ling stepped out. His cold gaze softened slightly the moment he caught sight of Shen Zhili.

He knew Qinghe's temperament better than anyone; she would never have slept with a man without them being formally wedded first.

This was the Purple Firmament Sword Sect mobilizing its entire might to open a secret realm. There was definitely immortal heritage hidden inside, so naturally, every powerhouse wanted to come here to grab a share of the spoils.

The Prince of Yan cast a sidelong glance at the speaker. The Ghost Crane Sect was located seven hundred miles east of Beiye City. When they dispatched their troops, their stated purpose was to reinforce the Jin State; having the Lord of Beiye City come out to greet them would simply be a waste of time.

Radiating the golden glow of the Nine-Character mantra and with the celestial eye between his brows glowing brilliantly, he looked at that moment like a deity descended from the heavens, peerlessly majestic and martial.

She regretted it to the core. Had she known this man was so voracious, she never would have dug a hole only to jump straight into it.

He had spent a good while worrying intensely, afraid that his master had made this decision simply out of a lack of romantic experience, only to find out that the man had actually anticipated everything in advance.

Before her voice had even faded, her sword momentum suddenly turned fierce, the whistling wind weaving an inescapable net that enveloped Nansheng within a chilling sword shroud capable of piercing marrow.

The people of the Qingxuan Sect never expected that an obscure, unknown sect would send two such heavyweight figures, and were already treating them as guests of honor.

What Shen Qingtang had brought today were walnut pastries and lotus seed soup. She personally took them out of the food box and served them to Pei Chongzhi.

"What flaw?" Yan Du did not deny it anymore and asked instead, intensely curious as to which detail had allowed Juansui to see through his infallible disguise.

What reason could possibly make them willingly take out their own rations to share with strangers at a time like this? Naturally, it was to ensure their own safety.

"Brother, I only just fell asleep. How could something like this happen? You aren't playing a trick on me, are you?" Section Chief Long was still somewhat hungover, chuckling as he spoke.

Phil followed silently behind Jason to a newly renovated, spacious house situated at a street corner. The building was at least five times the size of the "firing range," and the interior was bustling with noise and excitement; even from a dozen meters away, sounds of laughter could be heard. It seemed this place was far more popular than the firing range.

Xiaoyao Inn? Judging by the name, it sounded completely like an ordinary inn. Why would a hidden, secluded faction adopt such a bizarre name?

This gave Zhukov a choice to weigh: should he continue to reinforce his counteroffensive, or decisively withdraw his forces and abandon this probing maneuver?

"What did you say?!" Luo's gaze narrowed, but upon catching sight of Tang Ning's expression beside him, he instantly acted as though he had heard nothing at all.

Before Yinkong Jie could utter the word "Qing," Yintian Qing anxiously cut him off, interrogating him with a stern expression.

Yamamoto Isoroku was waiting—waiting for the reconnaissance planes to report back. As soon as the scout planes located the exact position of the US fleet, he would unleash his on-call carrier-based aircraft to swoop down and wipe out this American carrier fleet attempting a sneak attack.

"Yun! Ye! This grand-aunt of yours is never cooking for you again!" Xin Yu stamped her foot in anger, poking right at Yun Ye's weak spot.

Hearing this, Kakashi nodded as well. He already had some guesses regarding the roars of such ferocious beasts, though he was reluctant to admit them. Every single tailed beast possessed the strength of an elite Kage-level fighter.