Chapter 30: Yan "Green Tea" Jin

However, by the time they emerged, Yun Tianyang had already vanished into the Demon Burying Valley, clearly having ventured into its deeper reaches.

In addition to the elusive special forces units, Wang Yi’s army was equipped with a detachment temporarily drafted from the Yingzhou border guards; they, along with the special forces, served as guides for the main army.

He had long anticipated this situation. As of now, three of the eight districts in Heavenly Dragon City were already under Yun Tianyang’s control. If he were to be appointed the head of another district, even he would likely be unable to suppress him.

"Is it really that strong?" Shangguan Tianlong, while startled by his own power, could not help but feel a touch of pride.

For Tuoba Liuyun, a member of the Ghost Clan, that slap just now was painless—he felt absolutely nothing. This was the greatest advantage of being a Ghost; they knew neither fatigue nor pain.

Beyond the fact that Li Tai pandered to his father’s tastes and displayed remarkable talent, another significant reason for Li Shimin’s inclination was that Li Chengqian had been truly disgraceful over the years.

Yet, despite this, there was no decline in lethality; instead, each shot seemed subtly more powerful than the last.

"What exactly is the opposition after? Why capture someone as harmless as Long Ping'an?" The situation was a chaotic mess, and Yang Tianlie could not discern the underlying motives.

Through his recent explanation, Su Che was not enlightened but rather more confused than before. Of course, that was not the most important thing; for Su Che, rescuing his family was the priority.

Ryan would sit in his office almost every day, enjoying the scent of power accumulated through history. On this day, he held a cup of black coffee, intently studying a report in his hands.

No sooner had they spoken than they sprayed vast amounts of divine water, which encircled the monster, before surging toward its center.

Hot tears fell, drop by drop, onto his shoulder and into his heart, searing him.

***

Zhuang Yichen carried his supplies into the seemingly ordinary house and exchanged everything he had retrieved for crystal coins.

In an instant, leaves and roots turned into green powder, and gradually, a colossal body emerged within the valley.

Yu Musen often followed behind her to clean up her messes. He usually kept such a cold face that everyone feared him, yet Tang Shuyao never cared; whenever he grew cold, she would wail for ages.

At first, there was only oppressive, stifling darkness, but the deeper he went, the heavier and hotter the darkness became. He had not traveled long in the gloom before his consciousness sensed a vast, fiery sea.

Her resolve was firm this time—he could feel it—so he did not confine her as he had in the past.

If it were any other wolf, that piercing howl would have frozen the opponent in place, allowing for a swift, overwhelming strike; but they had the misfortune of encountering a husky.

Ji Ce turned back to his car, gestured to Cheng Xueyang through the window, and the two vehicles departed one after another.

"Mandarin Duck Meat! Feng Junzi, why did you order something like this? I didn't even know the restaurant sold it," Xiao Yunyi asked, her eyes wide.

When Shuixian saw her blood-covered hands, she was startled, and while grumbling, she deftly began to clean the wounds.

It was a muttered complaint, not loud, but because the person at the next table had been paying close attention to her, her words were heard clearly.

Just moments ago, while kissing his older brother Feng Lixin on the forehead, he had felt the tracker in his bicep activate.

All the heavy cavalry, poised for action, raised their short spears in unison with a 'swish,' erupting into a thunderous roar.

***

He carried Wu Gang out of the Gathering Hall. The crowd was anxious and pressed for the reason, but Shen Zhanqiao could only shake his head—he did not know either.

"I’m just passing through New Capital City, looking to make some quick cash. You got a problem with that?" Qi Chenglu shook his head and spoke loudly.

Ye Xuan, Ouyang Fei, and Wu Yuqing exited the gorge, boarded their sky-faring boat, and flew directly to the east.

After this bloody battle, the Japanese forces were finally wiped out, but the Eighth Route Army and the National Revolutionary Army suffered heavy casualties. The Nationalists lost four hundred men and two cannons, while the Eighth Route Army’s Independent Regiment, originally over a thousand strong, was reduced to a single battalion of three hundred.

The moment the word "Mother" escaped his lips, Cheng Haoxuan felt as if sand were grinding against his throat, causing him unbearable pain.

"You tell me!" Jack, assuming the worst was about to happen, looked miserable.

Before I could think, it charged at me. Perhaps in its eyes, I was cornered; it moved with ferocious speed, intent on knocking me off the ledge.

"Take me with you." His voice became calm; all his volatile emotions vanished, leaving only this firm resolve.

Because An Yifei was tall, Wang Zuxian no longer felt self-conscious about wearing mid-heeled boots, and the two looked remarkably well-matched as they walked along the faux-antique embankment.

Was this Chen Xiang’s contingency plan? Did she think that if she could not endure the gossip, she would simply claim her status as the legitimate Lady of Chen?