Volume 1, Chapter 45: She Brought This Upon Herself!

Indeed, at this moment, Xu Yang looked as though he was exuding black aura of death, draped in a black cloak, wielding a giant scythe to harvest lives! Although somewhat exaggerated, it was undeniable that Xu Yang still retained his rationality within; or rather, these mere ants were simply not worth him taking their lives.

The office was very tall and spacious. Usually, six lamps illuminated the room, but with manpower running tight at the moment and no one available to add fuel, only two lamps remained lit, leaving the entire office looking quite dim.

Tina, a waitress dressed in white, stood beside the owner of this bouquet of roses, whispering something with a smile on her face.

That Imperial Physician Hu seemed to require a thorough dressing-down, which would necessitate assistance from someone outside, as it was thoroughly inconvenient for her to handle such matters from within the palace.

"Eh? Eldest brother?" Upon coming out, Nangong Lie caught sight of Nangong Qing's figure at first glance, whether by sheer coincidence or because he still held the tiniest shred of affection for this brother.

Mie Kong narrowed his eyes, thinking of those hostile and covetous high-ranking enemies. While he was not afraid of single attacks, if they were to join forces, he was certain they would leave him dead without a trace of ash remaining.

A week ago, more than ten black-robed mages from the Mages' Association, assisted by hundreds of elite knights, raided Count Bohr's castle, captured him, and brought him to Lausanne, the location of the Mages' Association headquarters, where he was locked away in the arcane prison.

Fang Jingmei returned the calls of Ye Guoyang and Zhao Xiangsheng respectively, both of whom expressed a desire to meet with her to discuss some important matters.

Just as he was strolling around and leisurely eating his food, he failed to notice a particularly popular food stall off to the side, where several tall and mighty tough guys were seated. Each possessed bulging, knotty muscles, prominent chests, stood well over two meters tall, and wore neat tactical gear.

Rubbing his chin, Yin Feng's eyes flashed with a look of anticipation. He then looked down at the Silver Dragon Sword in his hand, its blade shimmering with a silvery luster and reflecting a sharp radiance. Giving it a gentle wipe with his hand, the more Yin Feng looked at it, the more he adored it. He was even reluctant to put it into his storage pouch, choosing instead to hold it just like that.

To the Earth Group of the Devouring Sect, Luo Qianqiu's name could be considered an absolute, highly classified secret; many members of the Earth Group did not even know the name. Therefore, when Xue Hao dropped Luo Qianqiu's name, the leader instantly relaxed his vigilance.

The Bai family indeed proposed opening a branch of the Yishan Zhai in Shanxi, with the Mansion of the Duke of England providing the medicinal diet recipes and chefs; the Bai family would jointly open a bill-drafting firm with the Duke's Mansion, and the Bai family would select the managers and shop assistants.

Dongfang Xiao swung his sword to parry, his feet leaving a long trace scraped across the ground, yet his grip on the sword never slackened in the slightest.

A teenage boy clad in a white snow-marten robe spoke softly to Old Liu, who was responsible for leading the way beside him. He was the seventh young master of the Zhao clan head, possessing a noble status and a cultivation level that was not low, having reached the ninth layer of the Dan Dao Realm. Most importantly, he was also an inner-peak disciple.

Having won over two hundred consecutive matches and boasting the so-called undefeated myth against opponents below the fourth layer of the Qi Refining Realm, Yin Feng's series of arrogant actions and words had long since irritated those disciples at the fourth layer of the Qi Refining Realm who had originally only wanted to watch the spectacle. The long-faced youth was merely the first to step forward.

Yao Ling'er had a gentle and approachable temperament, naturally putting on no airs, and chatted enthusiastically and attentively with Sui Nian'e.

To Tang枫 (Tang Feng), the lethality of this firearm was practically negligible! The worst one he ever played with was the Type 54. Later, during mission executions, he began using the 17th-generation 9mm pistol manufactured by the Austrian company Glock and the M9 manufactured by the Italian company Beretta, also known as the Beretta 92.

Everyone looked over in unison, and sure enough, he looked just like the celebrity Ouyang Tian. They swarmed around him like a swarm of bees in a frenzy, and the scene instantly descended into utter chaos.

"It's nothing, I just find it displeasing to the eye," Lao Qin said flatly, with utter unreasonableness.

How terrifying—the elements felt somewhat abnormal, yet it still did not prevent him from remaining a law-abiding citizen.

Glancing at the crowd before her, Xu Fei only worried that they would discover the matter concerning Leng Lin. Overcome with fear and forgetting to take her phone, she hurried down the steps.

After all, these people were the cream of the crop among the younger generation of their respective factions; once an accident befell them, it would undoubtedly be a heavy loss.

On the balcony upstairs, a figure stood quietly. Zhao Qingshan watched as the vehicle drove farther and farther away. As the breeze blew gently, she could not help but hug her own arms.

"Impossible! This dragon is more powerful than we imagined! With my abilities, it is absolutely impossible to accomplish this; at the very least, the Vice President must come in person!" shouted the man addressed as Elder Gao.

Hearing this, everyone came to a sudden realization. That's right, since the Eight-Eyed Sand Demon Spider lived here, it naturally knew this place better than anyone else.

Cultivating this technique further was out of the question, but the foundation remained, and he could not simply switch to another method—no, he could still change, provided he had an Inner Scenery Pearl.

Zhao Heng's pale face was extremely haggard, and his eyes were filled with anxiety and worry. As he looked at the line of people before him, even his voice trembled slightly.

Although Zhang Zheng spoke in official Mandarin, Chen Xingwang, who was widely traveled and knowledgeable, could still detect from Zhang Zheng's accent that he was a native of Guangdong.

Ah Si's hands were covered in sticky chewing gum, while Saburo Ryutaizumi wore a gloating expression. Ah Si looked blankly at Zhang Nianzu, seeking instructions from him on whether to make a move.

It was only now that Qian Xiao suddenly realized that Liu Mingming, who had always remained silent, was the true soul figure controlling the team. Although he rarely spoke, he was very forceful. These people... had killed people before.

Renly stood in place, his eyes blank. He knew something was wrong, but he had no idea how to help; this version of Matthew felt truly unfamiliar.