Chapter 25: No Need to Get Dressed, You'll Need Medicine Anyway.

No matter how sharp his blade was, every time it struck Lou Yeyu’s arms, sparks would fly. It seemed that those fiery-red arms feared nothing, deflecting the incoming blades from every direction.

The enemy felt victory was within their grasp; ever since the signal arrow had pierced the sky over the western suburbs, their hearts had been at ease.

Days had passed, and the mud and rubble on the mountain path had been mostly cleared away, yet the scars of the landslide remained, making them clearly visible at a glance.

After eating, he left. Chang’an continued to order the sealing of the Thousand-Year Manor while dispatching men to scout the movements of Tao Xingshi in Yunzhou.

Two quarters of an hour later, Chang’an, accompanied by Long Shuang and two hundred of his soldiers, kicked open the gates of the Earl of Pingyang’s mansion.

To him, that divine weapon was a treasure. Although its original material was nothing special, it gave him a sense of dread—it was undoubtedly a peerless, murderous blade.

Ding Dian: "As for me, I have nothing in particular to do. I only wanted to ask you one question: what exactly is your relationship with Lu Zhiping?"

In just a moment, Xiao Ling’s figure vanished from the sight of Lei Xiang and Lei Xin, causing them to immediately forget their shyness and complaints as they hurriedly gave chase.

Then, with a wave of her slender hand, an endless surge of dark energy erupted, sweeping through every corner of the space.

Lu Yiming: "Motherwort, what are you looking for again? Don't mix up my medicinal herbs, or I'll have to spend another night re-sorting them."

Selling drugs on a massive scale to other countries had now become the primary source of exorbitant profit for the Gu Pharmaceutical Group.

"What should we do?" At that moment, he looked toward the God Emperor Aotian, hoping to discern something from his expression.

Zheng Yong, a servant always accustomed to reading his master’s moods, could only bow repeatedly in terror, not daring to utter a single word in his own defense.

Qin Batian’s face was filled with shock, a trace of panic appearing for the first time. His hands moved incessantly, casting spells in an attempt to continue summoning that ancient palace from the sky to descend.

In this new capital city, there was simply no place where hundreds of people could hide without being detected by an expert of Han Bing’s caliber.

Several wealthy scions stared at the scene, dumbfounded. When they ran to the window in astonishment, the man had already leaped into the air, vanishing from their sight as he scaled the eaves and walls.

Under a whirlwind of voracious eating, the wonderful dinner of nine dishes and one soup was completely wiped out. If not for the sake of their pride, they would have picked up the plates to lick them clean.

Chen Bao tightened his grip, disengaged the safety, and pulled the firing pin. It seemed that with the slightest movement, the guy in front of him would have his head blown off.

Lu Yuan’s display had truly stunned her. She had never imagined that such a scene could actually occur in reality, let alone that she would witness it with her own eyes.

Ye Xinmei was even more smug. Compared to Qi Hai, Lin Huan was younger, wealthier, and more powerful. If she could latch onto Lin Huan, she would gladly kick Qi Hai to the curb immediately.

Through the protective barrier, one could see a massive stone bed inside. Silver-white energy from the earth and the air was continuously being transmitted through it into the body of the person lying there.

"Brother Liu is truly formidable; you were able to make everyone concede with just a single sentence. I am impressed." Lin Yi was somewhat shocked after hearing Mo Liu’s words. Even at such a moment, he was still thinking of everyone’s lives.

"If you fail, it could trigger a spatial explosion. With your current strength, you’re finished. That’s just the best-case scenario for failure!" Li Yao’s words made Ye Zang realize the danger of the situation; it was truly worthy of an S-rank mission.

"Damn it, Shadow Possession Jutsu!" Shikamaru formed hand seals, and his dark shadow lunged toward Orochimaru’s feet.

At this moment, the main hall of the Punishment Hall, usually filled with awe-inspiring authority, was crowded with anxious and restless Great Elders and elders.

Cang Zi’ang merely smiled and said nothing. In the rush, most of the guests had already left, and Cang Jinyou and the others did not prepare any more dishes; the banquet was considered ended early.

Ling Xiao opened his hands to look at them, and they began to emit a blue glow. His body was covered in bloodstains; the dark red filth gave off a foul stench, and his left hand, now glowing a faint blue, was pressed against his chest.

"Gather the police force and arrest them with full strength! If they resist arrest, execute them on the spot! Execute them on the spot!" Zhao Hongyou roared. With one trouble not yet resolved, a new, massive problem had arrived. It seemed his time as warden was at an end.

Time had not left a single trace on that jade-like face. Ruolan’s departure had added a touch of melancholy to him, making Zhan Zhao appear even more mature and charismatic. Accompanying Magistrate Bao to the Song-Liao border this time was fine; he would treat it as a way to relax and clear his mind.

Ruolan had first built him a castle. To be honest, the castle was a bit eerie and terrifying: a blood-red sky, black earth and mountains, plus gray mists swirling throughout—no matter how one looked at it, it resembled a haunted house.

Driving the A4 borrowed from his second uncle, he went to pick up Xie Lan. Using the navigation, he drove toward Futian, which only took twenty-five minutes; the morning traffic was quite smooth after all.

At this moment, Xia Shang picked up the photo, flipped through it briefly, and then revealed a playful smile.

She checked the surveillance and discovered that for several nights before the incident, his lackeys had been lurking near the bar.

And so, under these strange circumstances, Zhou Zheng miraculously infiltrated the enemy’s ranks.

Lin Yang heard this and picked up his phone to check the date: April 17th. In other words, the flash sale event wouldn't start until three days later, on Sunday.

Yin Ting didn't like climbing mountains, but seeing that he wanted to go up and take a look, she decided to risk her life to accompany a gentleman, climbing upward with high spirits.

"Something feels off! I have a sense of unease in my heart!" Lei Zhan whispered, his brow furrowed.

However, under the witness of the game system, Zhou Zheng had long since established a connection with the Paper Art Space.

Fortunately, this was only an exercise. If it were a real war and they were beaten to this state, having to rely on the sacrifice of their subordinates to buy time for an evacuation... He Zhijun didn't dare to think any further.