Volume 1, Chapter 61: Confucian Sage Steps Forward, Forcibly Abducts Zhu Youjian!

At this moment, everyone was struck dumb with shock, utterly speechless.

They had never expected that a battle previously deemed to be without the slightest suspense would end in such a manner.

Yet Zhu Youjian, a mortal emperor once regarded as lowly as an ant, had successfully resisted a sage's attack and safeguarded the safety of the sacred realm.

"Daddy misses you, so we came over ahead of time. I just happened to run into one of your classmates who said you were by the lake, so hurry on over!" Although the voice of his mother on the other end of the phone was much gentler than before, it carried an unmistakable tone that brooked no argument.

On Stalin Avenue in the city of Uralsk, the northern side was occupied by the Ural Military District Command, directly facing the District Party Committee, while around the eastern corner lay the Provincial Party Committee—all three units situated quite close to one another.

It was a young face, clad in the standard uniform of a common private, upon which some bloodstains seemed to linger. Xiong Wu was somewhat perplexed; the infantrymen at the artillery positions were not supposed to be charging into close combat, so how could this soldier have sustained injuries?

As for Karina's candid critique, Allen and the others naturally expressed their utmost agreement, immediately bursting into hearty, uproarious laughter.

Xia Yang nodded, having already comprehended the underlying meaning in Fire Spirit's words. He figured that what the entity referred to as lacking was the unique emotional capacity inherent to human nature—or rather, the sentiments and desires of mortal existence. Yet, such worldly desires were not entirely absent in spiritual entities, but rather deficient in a few specific aspects.

He needed to have a proper discussion with this suddenly rising neighbor, who appeared outwardly cowardly yet possessed an extremely stubborn and formidable inner resolve. If handled well, this presented an opportunity of mutual benefit for both sides, and Jiang Feng had no reason to refuse.

Is there anything Wu Gaopeng would dare not to do? Yet, fully aware that he was being fleeced, Jiang Feng had no choice but to stick his neck out anyway.

"No, we'll wait right here," Wang Zijun said as he took a seat on the bench by the gate guard's office of the Finance Bureau.

"What's wrong with the captain? This looks like some sort of lair where wild dogs or something similar live, doesn't it?" Mountain Eagle edged closer.

The Cheng Xiyuan sisters and the two ladies resided in the same place. Hearing that Zhang Biao had matters to discuss—and suspecting it might concern their father—they hurriedly waited for them in the sitting room of their quarters.

Listening to those acerbic remarks, the slightly chubby youth responded with a disdainful smile before casting a curious glance at Yu Heng.

During this period, Jiang Fan learned that the middle-aged man in animal skins was Huo Zheng, the chieftain of the Giant Axe Tribe, while the youth bearing a striking resemblance to him was the young chieftain Huo Yu, with the rest being ordinary members of the tribe.

Had it not been for those vast expanses of gigantic, shattered ruins, Yang Hao would have firmly believed that no life had ever set foot here before.

"It's nothing. I was a bit careless just now, but fortunately it didn't cause any trouble. Let's go," Mr. Nian smiled, taking my hand as we walked up the river embankment.

Upon entering, Shen Long discovered that this did not appear to be a guest room at all; instead, a massive round table was surrounded by solid wood chairs, emitting wave after wave of faint, elegant fragrance.

Cha Zheng's mind was no longer focused on this; he had to defeat the enemy utterly in a single battle, thrusting them back into the Stone Age so that they would not dare harbor greedy ambitions for another hundred years.

"Can you take some responsibility? Couldn't you have picked just one more?" Chen Yang said, speechless. Asking him to take on three at once wasn't entirely impossible, but the odds were exceedingly grim.

"The sixth stage of the Fleshly Body Realm?" The two exchanged glances, both seeing the incredulity in each other's eyes.

Chen Yang's claws sprouted a massive black saber as he leapt toward the two-headed serpent. Not enough—the saber surged with explosive energy. Still not enough—the saber turned a deep, glossy black. He raised the saber high, yet it was still not enough—and the blade erupted with raging black flames.

After all, if he could defeat Hashirama, there would be no one left in this world capable of standing against him, so why would he even need to fake his own death?

The Fourth Kazekage realized his own error, and Gaara also came to understand the profound love his mother held for him.

"He's recovered?" Bai Junhui was startled. The news he had received indicated that Elder Yang's condition this time was extremely grave, requiring surgery with exceptionally high risks. How could he suddenly be well now?