Volume 1, Chapter 36: Th-that... That Is My Eyeball

Dugu Hong watched as countless threads of spatial energy converged into a single rope, binding Huang Tao instantly.

Ji Ran tapped his fingers lightly against the back of his hand, appearing perfectly relaxed. Yet, Su Hao knew that in his mind, Ji Ran never ceased his scheming for even a moment.

With the Fatty having arranged everything on his end, Chi Xia, who had been waiting for his subordinates to bring back good news, grew restless. He was plagued by a persistent, ominous feeling—as if something unimaginable was about to occur, or perhaps his mission was doomed to fail.

Helian Tao spoke urgently, "Spare me the formalities. Do others not know those people are hiding in the city?" It seemed they were trying to create the illusion that they had already departed.

"How did you know! You actually know everything!" Li Shuqiao’s eyes widened, her face filled with disbelief.

Laifu voiced his questions to Fang Mu. During the day, there were too many people around, making it inconvenient; it was only at night that he went to Fang Mu’s room to express his doubts.

To provide the new generation with an opportunity for training, it was decided to entrust Mist-Rain No. 23 to capitalize on this momentum and incite an anomaly.

In front of taverns, tea shops, and inns, banners hung at an angle. The script was unrecognizable, though one could roughly distinguish the shapes of the characters.

Buddhist scriptures often speak of the "Asura." Within the cycle of the six realms, there exists the "Asura Path."

"Leave?? Where are you going??" Alicia was indeed shocked; the item in her hand dropped straight to the ground.

Ignoring the incredulous looks from his subordinates, Cheng Yusheng picked up his phone and called those stationed in Taoyuan Village, ordering them to withdraw.

"Punishment? But even if they were to become future day-and-night wandering gods, there should be no such thing as punishment..." Feng Qingtian frowned. The duty of the Day and Night Wanderers was to monitor human virtue and vice, recording every good and evil deed in the mortal world.

If a hidden scheme fails, one must rely on an overt one. Some might ask, an overt scheme requires a clear understanding of the grand strategy and the pulse of the situation; how could Lin Yi possibly outmatch those with great divine powers in this regard?

As Xia Chao threw his punch, several divine-demonic creatures roared and charged from the surroundings, launching attacks that stirred up turbulent winds. The most ferocious among them was a supreme descendant wreathed in scorching flames, who roared as he charged forward.

Mu Yi was now desperate to increase his strength, and the old priest’s words had taught him the true meaning of cultivation.

The Ox-Head immediately sensed it, though the distance was too great for a clear perception; still, it must have been an existence more powerful than itself.

"In the entire world, is there still such a Mr. Feng?" Li Xun asked, then sat down in the grandmaster chair and picked up a cup of green tea just served by a servant.

Without a doubt, Ailujia recognized the figure instantly; it was Iomorn, who had only just stepped outside.

Bai Ye’s plan was simple. Strategically, it was a frontal charge to force the enemy into battle. Once the fighting began and the scene turned chaotic, the Hanlin Iron Cavalry would arrive to begin the slaughter from the rear. Caught in a pincer attack, the mercenaries would have no way to heaven or earth and would be unable to escape.

After waiting for a while and seeing no sign of them, Xiu Yao told Qin Dafu to watch the carriage—primarily the money—while she went to check the grain shop.

Chu Yuanda was no fool. The moment Feng Liuzi finished speaking, he "whooshed" right to his side.

The next four months were a nightmare for Beiming Yu. From the day after their meeting, every morning after breakfast and a short rest, Ximen Hanye would drag Beiming Yu to the shallows of Haia Island for training.

"Hahaha," Bai Lu laughed suddenly upon hearing this. Her demeanor had lost its usual elegance, making her look like a man-eating monster that left no bones behind.

From then on, the Northern Liang Kingdom fell into decline, while the Shuomo Kingdom vaulted to become the most powerful maritime force of the time, second only to Beiming Yu’s pirate fleet.

"Don't tell me you don't even know this?" Xue Zining stood to the side, speaking to Mi Bai.

"Minister Wang, you may all rise. The Snake-Waist Fruit will be ripe in due time. You have truly suffered over these past ten thousand years. Once I harvest the fruit, all the villagers shall return to the Imperial Capital with me. I have already ordered residences, livelihoods, and various military positions to be prepared for you!" Zhong Kui smiled broadly, his face glowing with vitality.

"This is official business. By reason and by etiquette, we must fulfill our duties as hosts." Milhao, for once, explained to Li Wan'er without impatience.

"What is all this noise about?" Just as both sides were deadlocked, refusing to compromise, they were startled by a stern voice from behind. Turning around, they saw a middle-aged monk walking toward them. He was tall, with thick eyebrows and large eyes, and his expression was extremely serious.

"...Is that the Ringwraith?" Ji asked, uncertain, as it had been a long time since the entity had spoken, claiming it was entering a dormant period. How could it speak now?

Calculating the return time of the Azkaban prison warden, Chen Luo crouched before the Blue Jade-level treasure chest and began picking the lock with a special tool.

The only difference was He Zhen, for he sensed something amiss. How could Han Lang concede so easily? And at such a critical moment, why hadn't Han Lang used the Despair Demon Blade? It was truly strange.

Lin Fangge did not turn his head, a faint smile playing on his lips. Gu Qinting’s expression was grave, while Gu Luoli looked at them, filled with confusion.

The castaway by the River Styx looked at Chen Luo, who seemed unwilling to face him; his expression was sorrowful, and he opened his mouth to say something, but ultimately said nothing.

Yun Shan sneered and interrupted, "A fight is a fight; why say all these things?" Confident as she was, she naturally did not hold the warriors of Penglai Island, whose martial arts were unremarkable, in high regard. Throughout all of Penglai Island, aside from the Eagle King and the thirty-six Black Wind Riders under his command, there were truly no masters to speak of.

When Li Guoliang was the first to charge into the temporary position hastily constructed by the Japanese army at Zhangping Creek, the soil on the south bank was already covered in a thick layer of Japanese corpses blasted by grenades and mortars, with very few left alive to resist.

She also said, "I was kidnapped by bad people, and they couldn't figure out who had locked me up, but the people from Yicheng could." Tilting her head, she educated Hua Shuqi like an expert: "Think of how deep their connections in the pugilistic world must be?" She nodded. "The Yicheng sect is not simple at all." Her gaze, filled with infatuation, turned toward Yang Yu once more.