Volume One, Chapter 72: He Is My Good Friend's Cousin

Song Qitian didn’t even bother to lift his head, his tone cold as he replied, “I’m not going.” Gu Nanchao got out of the car in a huff. The next instant, his foot landed on something unknown, and with a loud thud, he fell to the ground, causing the people around to struggle to contain their laughter, nearly bursting out.

It was only at this moment that the Barbarian King finally unleashed his long-held vengeance, leading his tribe to become the most powerful in the south, posing a severe threat to the Xia Dynasty’s rule.

The straightforward old Xue, having gradually adapted from his initial discomfort at meeting a noble, asked in puzzlement. A month passed with no results, and it was only now that the situation slightly improved.

All of humanity’s political life abruptly entered a deep winter, paralyzed by fear of the sudden wrath from the heavens.

“You can wait on standby in the Nemesis. Tieria and I… will attempt to transmit some information back.” As he mentioned Tieria, Setsuna glanced over at him, and Tieria nodded in response.

The clashing of machinery resounded, announcing the turning of fate; gears gnashing together, bringing an unstoppable torrent that swept away all decay, and from the ruins, new life was born.

Looking at this young hero—who had twisted his godfather’s earnest teachings to such an extent—Xue Xingjian couldn’t help but bow to him in admiration.

Of course, he disliked my way of dressing and speaking, and wanted to change me into a real man. With this thought, Sima Xin relaxed a bit, no longer as flustered as when she first saw them.

Xue Xingjian nearly choked on his own saliva, staring in astonishment at this simple, earnest, and somewhat dramatic youth. But that wasn’t the main point—the real surprise was that Godzilla, who only moments ago was brimming with murderous intent, now looked upon this butterfly-shaped Titan with no hostility at all; in fact, there was something in his eyes that Kong had never seen before.

Gu Junxing glanced at his watch. “Why are we eating lunch so early?” It wasn’t even eleven o’clock yet.

Xia Yuanlong gazed at his godson, momentarily uncertain which side of him was the true self.

It seemed as if the entire Hidden Rain Village was shrouded in oppression and gloom, the fine drizzle bearing a crushing weight, silently heralding the crisis looming over the village.

It wasn’t just happening to Zhang Chaoyang; similar events were unfolding in other corners of the Rules Nightmare World.

Though Emma found King Ghidorah’s actions utterly unacceptable, for Jonah, the outcome wasn’t necessarily a bad one.

This girl appeared quite frightened, wanting to approach but not daring to, so she could only watch from a distance.

Mio Tachibana herself had no idea how she felt right now; after all, she rarely experienced emotions at all.

As she walked, she explained, “The dead return home—my parents originally wanted to take my sister back to our hometown. But she passed so suddenly, they didn’t have the chance. Before she died, my sister said she wanted to remain here, so she could be closer to Orange.”

There was no attempt to dodge; instead, he simply turned, and his two tails, each a hundred meters long, swung out like meteor hammers, striking Godzilla with tremendous force.

“Hmph! I’m so mad!” Wan Ying took a big bite of lotus pastry, still sulking over the events of the afternoon.

“Don’t rush. All of you wait outside—I’ll check first,” Jiang Huairen said. He wasn’t sure himself; he needed to examine things before offering any explanation. Xuan Yuanhong glanced at Xuan Yuanxian’er, a touch of reluctance in his eyes, then left with Tianci.

The direct administrator of the War God Space, Feng Yunlong, was someone no one wanted—or even dared—to offend.

“I should get a car.” Waiting for the bus was a torment, and Jiang Huairen felt it was high time he got himself a car.