Volume One, Chapter 33: Within Seven Steps, The Gun Is Swift and Precise

Shen Shuli had intended this all along, and only after secretly slipping a few magazines to her father did she depart.

The soldiers had already spotted the gaping, bloody hole in their companion's forehead. They were struck with sheer terror, unable to fathom how such a thing could happen when they had been standing so close without hearing a single sound. It was clear that someone was launching a stealthy ambush from the shadows. Yet, despite their immediate and frantic search of their surroundings, they saw nothing.

Just then, Shen Shuli leaped out from behind a low hill.

"Teacher Zhang said that during the climb, he wanted to relieve himself and told Principal Xu to wait for him. But when he returned, he found that Principal Xu was gone."

The sentiment remained the same: the Underworld could not exist without its King. The King was the most formidable authority within those realms, and the stability of the Underworld depended upon her.

He Jiahui, watching from the shadows, could faintly hear several "clicks" before the door opened. He could guess that these were the sounds of a lock being picked.

Finally, Chen Feng began to meticulously digest the knowledge of human behavior analysis, color theory, and computer science.

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However, Shi San and Wang Yan could guess a thing or two, and seeing Chen Feng bring it up now only solidified their suspicions.

Ultimately unable to bear the sight, she took a piece of meat from her spatial inventory and tossed it beside the white tiger’s mouth.

In countries like Germany and France, many high-ranking officials leaped to their deaths from parliament buildings, and numerous citizens followed suit, sparking widespread social unrest.

Dozens of people present had witnessed the helicopter burn to nothingness. How could they accept it when, the very next day, they saw an identical helicopter arrive, only for someone other than their captain to step out? They had yet to even emerge from their grief.

The sword seemed to possess a life of its own in his hands, every swing imbued with a sense of resolute determination. His footwork was agile, advancing and retreating, shifting left and right, his form perfectly integrated with the arc of the blade. The wind howled as the steel sliced through the air with a piercing shriek.

The two, Monkey and Zhongli, traded blows—fist against fist, move against counter-move. A moment of carelessness near the precipice, a misplaced step, and the danger would be absolute.

He unfurled a curtain of light to shield himself, unleashing the full extent of his internal power and manifesting torrential magical energy through several supreme divine abilities.

A total profit of fifteen million magic coins would be enough for Master Joss to easily purchase a second-generation space fortress from the Capech Commercial Alliance.

"Now!" Sifang appeared before Huang Ze, grabbing him by the collar with one hand.

They had no way of knowing whether Kang Longji’s sudden revival was due to the elixir he had consumed or some other cause.

Sifang poked his head out to take a look. A massive archway stood ahead, with the characters for "Sui'an" inscribed upon it.

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Luo Zhen flew backward like a cannonball. A figure darted out from the darkness, caught him, and after striking him into a state of severe injury and unconsciousness, pulled a burlap sack from their back, stuffed him inside, and hoisted him onto their shoulder.

At the western gate of Blood Spirit City, the crowds were immense. The plaza was vast, yet it was no easy feat to accommodate two hundred thousand people. With individuals of varying status and cultivation levels gathered together, chaos was inevitable, though fortunately, the army was there to maintain order, preventing any major incidents.

From a gentle slope that sat at a higher elevation, an army suddenly appeared from the other side.

The black-armored man had once studied the beast pouch in Locke’s hands. Although it radiated a faint magical aura, suggesting it was some sort of spatial equipment, he had never been able to store anything inside it. He hadn't realized it was actually a tool used by mages to store living creatures.

Inside the glass tube, which was filled with flowing golden spiritual energy, the substance had completely liquefied. At the center of this golden fluid, a miniature golden nebula rotated—a scene composed of countless crystalline particles, exceptionally brilliant and mysterious.

I sighed to myself, thinking that if I could just have a drink to warm my body, it would truly be the ultimate pleasure in this world.

"Transforming into a werewolf?" Yang Yi recalled Black Ten's warning and dared not be careless. While First’s strength had yet to fully surge, he hurriedly swallowed a Spirit Gathering Pill and seized the opportunity to insert several silver needles into his own shoulder.