Volume 1, Chapter 67: The Truth

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"Since you had suspicions and even gathered evidence, and worried that someone else might beat you to the exclusive scoop, why didn't you come to me yesterday to verify it?" Wang Zhongming asked.
"Scum of the Empire!" Cornelia said with bitter resentment upon hearing this, already convinced that Zhang Shuo was a Britanian.
"Leaving aside the vast gap in strength between us, you cannot even lay a finger on me. How do you expect to win?" Otonashi Jie looked down at Su Yi and said calmly.
"Does Daoist friend Hu mean to say that the cultivators of the Heavenly Star Sect came to save us? And that the mighty Deity Transformation cultivator who left behind the imprint destroyed it because of the Heavenly Star Sect?" Fang Yuan finally understood Daoist Hu's implication and asked slowly.
Huo Qing's heart was practically bursting with impatience, and he rushed to Jing'an City immediately. Ye Muxia and Ren Qingkuang did not leave; they called Ping Zhanrong, Liu Shijun, and the rest of the brothers, urging all of them to hurry to Diannan to attend Huo Qing's wedding.
Before Nangong Ruoli could say anything, You's figure moved once more, transforming straight into a slender, almost invisible streak of light that plunged directly into the shattered mountain mass.
"Hehe, well, that's just how things are, and one more remark from me won't change a thing. Teacher Wang, I have a bone to pick with you." Chen Jianxue smiled triumphantly, then turned her face to look seriously at Wang Zhongming, her expression remarkably earnest.
Having finished all this, a smile curved the corners of Nangong Ruoli's lips while his gaze scanned continuously across the coalition forces' ranks, his hands far from idle as throwing knives kept materializing and condensing in his palms.
Half-skeptical, Liao Jingdan took the photograph. Although it was not professionally shot and the angle was far from ideal, how could she fail to recognize that it depicted herself and Wang Zhongming buying clothes at Cuiwei Department Store? Despite her usual composure and cleverness, she was stunned into speechlessness for a moment.
"Kallen, you're here." Kallen and the other members of the Black Knights were nearby; upon seeing the two arrive, Ohgi greeted them. Naturally, Zhang Shuo was completely ignored by everyone in the Black Knights.
Wind Blade stood by his side, his right arm frozen in the posture of a forward reach, strangely suspended in mid-air, unmoving.
Just over a dozen? And this was out of forty-nine imperial-grade prodigies—how many more nameless talents were like true dragons emerging into the world?
Even though she knew the person speaking to her was Hua Meiyan, the middle-aged man's expression held not a trace of goodwill. With a thoroughly furious tone, he rattled off a stream of complaints at Hua Meiyan, glaring fiercely at Lin Feng a few times in the process.
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Seeing that his son was about to be snatched away, Shan Ziwei let out a sharp roar, unleashing his aura to the fullest. With a fierce stomp of his foot, he raised his hand and lunged forward to seize his son back.
Liang Ren could sense that Lin Huo's pulse was completely chaotic, bearing an unsettling resemblance to the signs of a deviation in cultivation. Daring not to delay, he instructed his junior brother to report to their master at the Ziwei Peak while hurriedly escorting Lin Huo back to Invincible Peak.
"Liu Hui, take my nephew's gift since he's giving it to you," the second uncle turned around and said to Aunt Liu.
A man delivered a kick to the waiter, hoisted him up from the ground, and shoved him forward, signaling him to go into the shop and find someone.
His Majesty the Demon King was acting proud and aloof, ignoring everyone with a deeply displeased expression, almost as if he had the words "You need to kiss me to make it better" written across his face.
Upon hearing this, the Netherworld King cast a complex look at Xuanyuan Tianxin. "Why help me? You aren't wrong; I did indeed intend to use you all."
He had seen plenty of people like Song Jia—raised in indulgence, lacking nothing in wealth, and holding worldly possessions in disdain.
The City of the Spring God stood supreme with its single divine pillar, lacking a young master, yet the temple keeper of the Spring God Temple, Zheng Yingchun, dared not take the three Heavenly-grade Blood-Slaying Kings lightly either.
The death of her biological mother and the cold indifference of her father had long since stripped her of any sense of belonging to this place.
Finally, the commanders of the eastern and western armies stood up, gave Wang Baobao a standard Mongol military salute in turn, and then departed one by one.
Especially with the crown prince growing older day by day, if the Xiao clan were not eradicated, the crown prince could pose a direct threat to Qin Xin's imperial throne.
"It's just that he always uses a lazy exterior to conceal his true heart," Phil Coulson said with some emotion.
Forget it. Expecting this simpleton to understand her thoughts was a waste of time; she would be better off pondering how to go back to her maiden family to get some eggs to nourish Shitou and the others.
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Qin Tian had no choice but to tell her that if her father, Grand Tutor Yang, discovered any useful clues, he should come to the East Palace. Only then did Yang Wu let Qin Tian off.
As an immensely popular anime in his past life in China, Huang Yuan had naturally watched parts of *Under One Man*. Although he had only finished the second season, he held a profound fondness for the character Feng Baobao.
Sister-in-law Dong dragged the terrified Brother Dong back into the house, feeling deeply grateful that she had sent the children to stay at her maiden home in advance. After thinking it over and still feeling uneasy, she packed up her belongings and returned to her maiden home in the middle of the night.
Before long, Zhang Yiren finally scraped away all the residual blood stains and powder from the hollow slot of the dagger.
The night air turned somewhat cool, bringing a refreshing coolness to the late spring month of May. However, Yu Jin and the others, hiding halfway up the mountain behind the Yellow Turban camp, were suffering terribly. While the weather was cool and comfortable, the mountains were filled with an incessant buzzing of insects, mosquitoes being the most numerous, leaving the officers and soldiers with grievances too bitter to voice.
"Officer, this is made of cornmeal. Just make do with a few bites," the old man said, returning here with a few steamed corn bread rolls.
And what was even more absurd was that she had actually agreed. Her final utterance of "Alright" had hovered and echoed by her ear like a spell, never stopping once.
"You... you aren't poisoned?" Su Pengfei struggled to crawl up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, covered his face which was swollen like a steamed bun, and pointed at Xiao Xue in exclamation.
"Young master, this is my master's employer," the old man walked behind the middle-aged man and said.
The current situation left him with no choice but to make a decision. He was well aware of one thing: even if his army continued to fight, there was no hope of victory. Once an atomic bomb truly detonated on Soviet territory, the consequences would be beyond anything he could imagine.
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