Volume 1, Chapter 60: Reflecting the Saint's Attack, Xu Fu is Stunned!

At that very moment, Zhu Youjian issued another order: "Guards, deploy the nuclear bomb!"
A nuclear bomb was launched, trailing a dazzling light and carrying destructive power straight toward Xu Fu's gigantic face.
Seeing this, everyone present was struck dumb with astonishment.
A nuclear bomb?
What on earth was that?
They had never heard of such a bizarre weapon.
Nan Jiyun's eyes split wide with fury, his fists clenched so tightly the knuckles turned white. A guard hurriedly covered his naked body with garments, kneeling at Nan Jiyun's feet. His face was ashen, trembling violently as he awaited judgment.
Compared to Fu Jingchao, this person was countless times better, so there was actually no need for her to hide from Brother Yunshen.
I closed my eyes, pondered for a moment, and then opened them again. I looked at Wu Ershan and the other two, my heart filled with a burning will to fight. No matter how that person had laid out their schemes, I would only stand my ground in the present. First, I would rescue these three.
I was determined to continue in the electrostatic spray gun industry; I had my own vision, which I had already shared with you before. I hoped that powder coatings could find their way into every household, rather than remaining restricted to corporate-level entities as they were now.
Upon hearing Qin Xiong's exclamation, Qin Shitian and Qin Ping were both startled. They hurriedly grabbed the formation flags to inspect for themselves, finding it hard to believe.
Because they were standing very close, Yu Miaomiao could clearly see the bloodshot veins at the corners of his eyes, his eyeballs protruding as if they were about to burst.
However, some people might have rather eccentric mindsets. Their focus was not on the difference in coating coverage between the two, but rather on how to pick a fight.
Ever since he discovered this secret realm, he had relied upon it to plot for the future, grooming the ancestor of the Soul-Devouring Heavenly Armor Beetles as his subordinate in preparation for seizing dominion over the world.

Hubao Shu's finger was still pointing at this suddenly appearing male guest number sixteen, but her expression had already frozen.
Why bother? Once upon a time, they had made solemn vows of eternal love, overcoming all obstacles to secretly be together. Yet now, purely because of worldly conventions and desires, the two of them had become reduced to this state.
"So your intention is to use your hands then!" A hoarse voice echoed beside the two of them. Two streaks of white light plummeted from the sky, slapping sharply against the pair of dazzling colorful wings behind Yudie's back. Simultaneously, two long trails of sticky fluid intertwined behind her to form a web, and Yudie's entire body was plastered straight onto this giant web.
In the main hall, apart from Chen Ning's parents, the parents of Chen Liang and Chen Hu, along with Chen Liang and Chen Xishun, were all waiting.
"Don't move! I will take you into the cycle of reincarnation!" The massive hand tore fiercely through the void, revealing a pitch-black cavern right before them. The aura of death emanating from it marked the gateway to reincarnation.
This left everyone completely baffled. No matter what Dragon Bingbing asked, he would only reply, "Heavenly secrets must not be leaked."
"We will never allow such a thing to happen!" The Stone Clan member's voice was calm yet resolute and powerful. Every word spoken from his mouth seemed to carry the weight of a thousand jun, dropping heavily into Cui Feng's ears.
"Sit down and watch properly. I also feel they have a slim chance of survival. Surrounded by enemies on all sides, no matter how I think about it, it's dangerous." Alice pressed heavily on Lin Peng's shoulder, forcing him to sit back down in his seat alongside her.
"Mr. Hans, do not be anxious. If the transaction succeeds, your benefits will not be lacking. Furthermore, I possess designs for even more advanced weapons, including battleships, which can be available for continued cooperation in the future," Chen Ning said.
"Mr. President, then I shall resign from my post as the Minister of the Army and cede this position to Chen Ning, letting him serve concurrently as the Minister of Defense and Commander-in-Chief of the National Army," Huang Xing decided.
Duan Ruier let out a bird-like chirp and chided coquettishly, "How annoying, why didn't you knock before coming in?" In truth, it was because Song Dihui had been far too impatient and failed to close the door properly upon entering, leading to this scene.
"Yusu is a pretty good person." Although Su Yixin did not know why Ruoyu had called him out, he still dropped this seemingly unrelated remark.
Ever since the people from the Yang family arrived, this had been the third day. They had already caught wind of the arrival of the City Lord's Mansion and other factions here. Because Yang Bufan still harbored some distrust toward Su Yixin, the Yang family had chosen not to stay in Changchun Town, heading instead directly to this cold pool to test the waters first.
At this moment, a noble dressed entirely in black rode a fine steed, galloping alongside dozens of imperial cavalry toward the direction of the Grand Archbishop, while other lords who had arrived earlier wore looks of astonishment, feeling as though they were witnessing something unbelievable.

"Budu, I am about to enter your dream, which is essentially entering your Zifu Spirit Platform in a roundabout way. Are there any taboos I should be aware of?" Liansheng asked, seeking the opinion of Buddha Budu.
Just as Duke Janis was being escorted away from the palace under the cover of night by Yutian, a major event also occurred in Faxing City, which was not far from the Black Swamp: Ufs, the leader of the conservative faction of the rebel army, was dead.
The man had lived deep in the mountains for a long time and lacked deep cunning in his mind. He foolishly believed that simply by mentioning his master, Yao Ji would let him go.
Relying on these two items, the entire Myriad Realms Gate was firmly under the control of the Zhao clan. Even if an incompetent and mediocre sect leader occasionally appeared, no one dared to rebel.
"Loncang Rinpoche, so you are actually the newly bestowed Protectorate Guru of the Demon Kingdom!" Lama Tsering finally reacted.
The Five Great Immortal Clans of the Northeast's *Chuma* teachings had gathered in one place. Aside from Third Grandpa Hu, Second Grandpa Huang, Eighth Grandpa Gray, and Fourth Grandpa Liu who had previously stayed behind in Heizhou, there was also an elderly woman clad entirely in plain white cotton garments, with a white face and white hair. She wore an unknown white plain flower on her head and possessed a benevolent expression that naturally drew people close to her.
However, the moment the River God pointed directly at his hiding place, he knew it was over—he had truly been discovered. In his heart, he could only curse himself, thinking that he should have hidden further away. This Rui River was a mighty waterway, and its River God possessed a cultivation level of at least the Integration Realm; how could someone hiding this close possibly avoid detection?
Yet she could not lift her feet to move, because she did not know with what identity she should face Tiga—as a lover, an enemy, or now, a third party?
Jiang Shun seemed as if he wanted to say something more, but ultimately kept it to himself. The Tielan he mentioned must have been a very important figure to Daoist Shaobai, and judging from his implication, Tielan's death was also connected to Jiang Shun. What exactly had happened between Daoist Shaobai and Jiang Shun thirty years ago?
Naturally, he did not believe Xiao Yi could compose poetry either, and just now he hadn't truly been trying to put Xiao Yi on the spot. It was simply that Xiao Yi lacked the boorish roughness of ordinary martial artists, and Wang Zhan was in high spirits, so he hadn't thought much of it.
Gouliang did not feel impatient at all; he could hear the elderly person's genuine care for the younger generation in every word. For someone who was merely a passing traveler to receive such concern, he felt nothing but gratitude in his heart.