Volume 1, Chapter 155: Warfare is Based on Deception, the Mysterious Grand Gift from the King of Qin!

Jiang Yiran seemed to freeze for a fraction of a second, then pressed his lips together and said nothing, simply approving his leave request.

"Liu Yu, you need to tell the truth. Is this really the only copy?" Yao Zhenhua held up the evidence bag, showing it to Liu Yu for confirmation to see if this was the sole copy.

Wang Ziyu held her breath and stood by the doorway, forcing herself to remain calm as she casually appraised the layout of Cell Number Ten.

She could only wait by the elevator doors, praying for someone to come up from below so she would have a chance to go down.

Although the dyed-blonde punk was useless in a fight, he was quite smooth with his tongue, endlessly flattering and sweet-talking until he finally moved Wang Meng's heart. After all, they were both under Brother Long, tied to the same rope like grasshoppers on a stick, so ignoring someone facing death was out of the question.

Even though there was a direct underground passage to Ego's core not far behind him, compared to the Flying Thunder God Technique, entering the subterranean depths via the tunnel was undoubtedly far too slow.

However, just as those daggers were deflected, another massive wave of miscellaneous objects came hurtling toward him.

The next second, they witnessed a terrifying sight resembling the birth of a silvery-white sun out of thin air.

Wang Ziyu spun around, marched right up to the female proprietor, and fixed her with a fierce glare. "Who the hell do you think you're scolding? What did country folk ever do to you? Count three generations up, and you're the descendant of peasants yourself—what's there to be so arrogant about? Without the hard work of us country people, what would you eat? What would you drink? With nothing to eat or drink, what on earth are you putting on airs for?"

Hearing his words, Qian Yi felt a touch of emotion. If he had endured such hardships at this age, it indeed would have been somewhat difficult to accept.

"What... what am I doing..." Fully waking up, Ye Feng instantly realized he was pressing down on a delicate body, his hands cupping a pair of soft peaks that he couldn't bear to let go of.

For the very first time, Ye Feng unleashed twice his wind-attribute power, feeling as though the bones in his body were on the verge of snapping. Yet the explosive force displayed at that split second of pushing off was terrifyingly immense. Only by doubling his speed could the Black Snake and the Deputy Snake fail to intercept him.

Right now, the entire broadcasting station was busy preparing for the 2020 New Year's Eve Gala. As anchors of the finance channel, we only needed to take charge of daily financial updates; everything else had nothing to do with us.

"Han Shoucheng, no need to be discouraged. The game has only just begun!" Dongfang Zhijian smiled. Moreover, he believed that Ye Feng's strength was definitely above his own—it was just that perhaps no one else knew it yet.

Fu Hongxue was not drunk. For the past two days, he had not been drunk at all. He had simply kept walking forward, having neither a destination nor a sense of direction. He only wanted to leave her far behind, as far as possible.

His smile seemed to carry a trace of sorrow as well. After a long while, he continued, "At least I'm better off than him, because no one has ever tried to control me." Shen Sanniang asked, "Is having no one to control you really such a fortunate thing?" Ye Kaimerely smiled. He just smiled and said nothing.

Since the decision had already been made, Daoist Taixuan was utterly resolute. He flipped out yet another trump card, formed hand seals with his fingers, and rapidly chanted an archaic and mysterious spell. The Heaven and Earth Cauldron, which had previously merely been protecting Daoist Taixuan, instantly emitted an aura of such terrifying magnitude that it swept across the entire battlefield in an instant.

Having reached a consensus on all previously disputed points, these old men who had lived and fought together in the past finally felt a great deal of release. The tone of their conversation grew gentle, and recalling the years when they used to carry out missions together, these old men who hadn't spoken to each other in decades laughed like children.

His skin hadn't been very dark to begin with; it had only weathered into a deep tan from running around outdoors for a long time in Vietnam.

"It makes me furious just looking at this piece of junk!" Company Commander Wu Hao replied indignantly, his angry expression showing not a shred of submission to his age.

Under normal circumstances, she would probably still be tucked in bed at this hour, waiting for him to bring back breakfast. But right now, there was no sign of her anywhere. He guessed she had likely already gone down the mountain.

Because the old master had arrived, Jiang Lin asked Aunt Fu to prepare a few extra dishes. When everyone came back for lunch at noon, Jiang Lin introduced them all to pay their respects to the old master.

When they arrived at Fuyun Town, it was lunchtime, and Dongfang Yi led everyone directly to Sanyuan Hot Pot Restaurant.

Once the physical memory of the third movement—the horse-stance horizontal strike—had formed, in order to solidify what they had learned in the first three movements, Lin Hai specifically ordered the ten men to repeat the drill ten times before concluding.

Naturally, the old man was not going to be satisfied with just that. His primary goal was to water Su Ling like a growing tree, pouring all his understanding of formations, the illusion manual, and illusion arts directly into Su Ling's mind in one go.

Dong Chenghu was one hundred and twenty percent satisfied with Wen Boyun right now; only when the two of them were married could his heart finally rest easy. Of course, he also had his own selfish motives—because of the incident with Yang Zixuan, Dong Chenghu didn't even dare to face Dong Yunlan nowadays. Only when Dong Qin'yan was married off could he feel unburdened when facing Dong Yunlan.

Hearing this, Su Ling paused for a moment and couldn't help laughing out loud, thinking to herself how shameless this uncle was. The few of them had originally intended to come to the number one academy on the mainland anyway, yet he made it sound as though he was the one arranging for the four of them to enter.

Bai Shidu was extremely reluctant, but since the white-haired old ape had spoken thus, there was nothing more he could say.

"Shi Pang, go ahead and take another step forward if you dare." A hint of chilliness pierced through Ning Xue'er's pupils, and her snow-white, delicate body began to radiate a faint starlight energy, as if she would strike the moment Shi Pang moved an inch closer.

Although Zhang Ziyue's damage output was ferocious, compared to the total health pool of Colran the Windchaser, it was practically negligible.

Categorized by combat style, there were three special types of hunters: Spirit Hunters, Soul Hunters, and Body Hunters. Ordinary hunters merely relied on cultivating their own abilities, communicating with the sun, moon, and stars to gain power. These three types of hunters, however, were the extreme manifestations of ordinary hunters.

"Since things are like this, why don't you tell us those words first..." After finishing, the old scoundrel reached behind his back and waved a hand at Nightmare, signaling him not to speak yet.

If the old man's voice hadn't been trembling, Old Li and Nightmare might actually have been fooled by him. However, the cold sweat covering the old man and his incessant throat-swallowing all betrayed his inner thoughts. All bluff and no substance... that was the verdict passed on this old man by the old scoundrel and Nightmare.