Volume 1, Chapter 61: Are You Planning to Sever Ties with Your Parents?

It took her quite a while to recover, only to notice that Labo was already saying things that displeased her.

Kashiu frowned and shouted several times. His booming voice echoed repeatedly through the empty hall, but until the echoes faded away completely, Kashiu did not hear the reply he wanted.

Sighing inwardly, Mo Henying soared swiftly upstairs. At that moment, twenty-odd men in cyan garments were already standing silently in formation around the perimeter of the hall, each tightly gripping a standard "U-shaped magic horseshoe," holding their breath in utter stillness, awaiting the order to take action.

After winning the Golden Globe Award, Zhuo Yang's excitement was palpable. His soaring enthusiasm drove him to score consecutive hat-tricks in the three matches following the winter break, adding a grand and fitting conclusion to this miraculous scoring journey.

However, the unknown Czech midfielder Ivo Ulich suddenly emerged. In the 43rd minute of the first half, his long-range surprise shot breached the goal guarded by Handanovic, bringing the score level.

Then came another momentary trance, followed by a sudden plunge from the high sky straight down to the ground.

These were not ordinary muscles; when motionless, they looked like massive boulders and solid iron wrapped in skin. When in motion, they transformed into unstoppable trains and roaring torrents.

Because he had not yet established his foundation, Chen Hao could not sustain long-distance flight through the air. Therefore, after flying for a distance, Chen Hao would stop to rest for a while.

As soon as these words were spoken, the gaze of Yaling, who already belonged to the ice-beauty type, grew even colder, but a humorous smile immediately curled up the corners of her mouth.

Naturally, Pan Chen clearly had no intention of letting him off that easily. He stepped directly close to his side and blew a fierce, eerie gust of wind right behind his earlobe, instantly making every hair on his body stand on end and covering him from head to toe in goosebumps.

Hao Zhi had experienced countless struggles on the verge of death, but never once had he felt as desperate as today. In the past, no matter what, he always felt that as long as he persevered, there would still be a glimmer of survival.

This was a deadlock that could not be tested, and Hao Zhi understood this logic in his heart, but he never expected that Mu Hong would pierce through the problem with a single sentence, turning the atmosphere awkward in an instant.

As that bizarre golden divine shield condensed and manifested, both Dongfang Mo and Lan Jiuyou sneered derisively, their offensive momentum unabated as they slashed downward with full force.

While claiming to be embarrassed, Hao Zhu wore a thoroughly obscene smile, trotting obsequiously behind the Second Elder.

He had thought that the Fire Realm was bound to be successfully opened this time, but who could have imagined that Wang Kai actually knew nothing of the methods to defy the heavens and change fate? The joy that had just arrived vanished in an instant, replaced entirely by endless disappointment.

Although filled with extreme anger, none of these people dared to pick a fight with Su Chi—even Primordial Lord of Heaven Grandmaster Guangchengzi had bowed to Su Chi's tyrannical might, let alone them?

Ye Kai was slightly stunned, not expecting Bureau Chief Zheng to be quite so humorous as to still be joking at a time like this.

Winning every single battle is not the highest realm of military strategy, because no matter how you fight, both you and your enemy will suffer losses, and the cost of those damages must ultimately be paid by the final victor.

As the grandson of Li Hu, one of the Eight Pillars of Western Wei, being skilled in archery and horsemanship and well-versed in military strategy was a given. However, having lost both parents in childhood and grown up under the care of his elder brother Li Shentong, many of the teachings he should have received were inevitably missing.

To it, the Baroness was an essential component of the "Mist" Church. For the sake of the Boss's cause, it had to nurture and protect her with the utmost dedication.

Crescendoes of exclamation sounded outside. Qin Ran walked out from the shadows, picking up the severed heads on the ground one by one, holding them by their hair, and stepping out slowly.

The other person's hands were covered in extremely thick calluses, across both backs and palms. Qin Ran could easily imagine, given that person's physique, how such palms could effortlessly crush bricks and stones into powder.

Fujiura was responsible for the security of the Central Hotel, so what was there for him to worry about? Besides, there was internal administrative staff from the special service agency inside.

Over the course of three days, the harvest was bountiful. By now, almost all human soldiers on the outer perimeter of the base were under his mental control, with only those combat robots proving somewhat troublesome; they were mechanical entities without souls and would not be affected by Duan Chen's control.

The God of Fire sword in Mawai's hand had already swept forward. The Tier 3 water magic "Teleportation" was simply a miracle on the battlefield. It could be said that as long as one still had magic points remaining, one was practically invincible.

Although most of them were courtesans, having debuted for so many years, they possessed at least basic discernment; they could tell whether someone was truly a man or not.

Mawai noticed the other party's somewhat panicked expression, which clearly belonged to rookie who had never been on a battlefield. Despite his imposing physique, he probably had never even killed a man.

"Of course they won't talk about the treasure. If they did, wouldn't even more people join the ranks of treasure hunters?" a "clever person" questioned skeptically.

The candle made a crackling sound and then fell silent again. The two newcomers in the room sat quietly without making a sound, yet both radiated an oppressive presence that made it hard to breathe.

Wearing bright red, Qingyu looked completely different from usual, making Fu Huaicheng, who was already nervous, feel his heart beat even faster.

Yu Danqing cried for a long time, finally venting most of her emotions and calming down considerably. It was merely changing a place to live; for a solitary person like her, where was it not the same? She would slowly get used to it in time.