Volume 1, Chapter 180: You Want War? Then Let There Be War!!

(1/3)
Song Zhongji hesitated for a moment before waving his hand.
"Ah Le, come here for a second!"
Su Le, standing not far away, walked over upon hearing the call.
Instantly!
Everyone's gaze also converged upon Su Le.
"Ah Le... There are no outsiders here today, they are all your seniors!"
"Previously, you poached the Jiuzhou Group's artist, leaving Chairman Chu feeling quite displeased. Now, pour a cup of tea and offer an apology to ease Chairman Chu's mind!" Song Zhongji said earnestly!
Hearing this, Su Le nodded.
He was not afraid of Chu Jiuzhou; rather, he cared about Song Zhongji's face!
After all, he was currently Song Hongyan's nominal boyfriend.
Song Zhongji was essentially his future fath—
Realizing that the strength of this family was comparable to that of the god-summoning official, it stood to reason that with the addition of the god-summoning official's helpers, both sides were evenly matched in power.
Because of the incident involving Ye Cheng's poisoning, the grand gathering of the four major clans was forced to interrupt, and his plan to build a reputation here was consequently shelved.
A roaring sound echoed in the sky, and a bolt of lightning struck the pendant, transforming it into a circular blue spatial gate.
Meanwhile, at Lin He's request, nearly a majority of the land had been planted with the sweet potatoes she wanted.
Tossing copper coins made a sound, and he was terrified that the person lying down would be awakened, in which case death would be their only awaiting fate.
According to the tyrannical contract, a divine envoy's power would forever remain below that of the deity. Once reversed, Patrick, who was originally capable of destroying heaven and earth, was now reduced at most to the Qi-Governing realm.
Making a name for oneself in Foshan was simply too difficult. It required more than just fists; there were numerous worldly matters and unspoken rules involved.

(2/3)
The frog-faced man finally finished his busywork, carried a large wooden mug from the open kitchen back to the dining table, and dropped heavily into the chair opposite Chen Mo.
Especially when it came to cultivating focus: when drawing his sword, Yang Xuyun's concentration was condensed to its absolute peak, achieving the realm of "selflessness."
It was that tall boy from the day before who told him he had come here to become a ninja, standing half a head taller than him, seemingly giving no thought whatsoever to why there was a railing in front of him.
Her personality was naturally outgoing and fiery, and once she started making a fuss, half of the exhibition hall could hear her voice.
Qiao Song accepted the probing gazes of others with slight awkwardness, especially her mother's, yet she refused to let go of Su Yinzheng, particularly at this moment.
Xin Rui, standing aside, refused to agree. To spend three thousand yuan on this obvious piece of waste material—wasn't that just being foolish?
In the eastern horizon, a faint red glow appeared, unsure whether it was illuminated by the towering flames or if the sun was about to rise.
Yet its features could already be vaguely discerned: this Maitreya Buddha statue had a broad forehead, half-closed eyes, a smile parted halfway, and two large earlobes hanging down to its shoulders.
Suddenly, the iron door of the basement was kicked open with a loud bang, and several cigarette-smoking kidnappers walked in carrying guns.
"I am an orphan, having followed my master since childhood. My master was the former head chef of the imperial kitchen; you never met him, as he had already passed away by the time you arrived at the imperial kitchen," Qin Han said softly.
Today was truly the right choice to come! From this crude browser, Li Chen saw the future Jinshan! As for the browser itself, it had already become secondary.
Mu Qingqing forced herself to move her gaze away from Xuan Shao's face, and stiffly stepped forward toward the emperor.
"My lord, Lord Zhou, I know I have committed grave sins, but I have words to say. Please allow me to finish," Qin Wudi suddenly raised his head and cried out.
With a cross of their figures, his body darted into the house like a red arrow, brushing past the First Madam.
"Whether I have the qualification or not, you can come and try," Zhou Zhong gazed directly at Bai Weichen, carrying a hint of provocation.
This must have been the first time I spoke to my uncle in a family-like tone. My uncle was honest and kind-hearted, and I truly could not believe he would harbor grudges against anyone. My uncle looked at me in silence for a moment before speaking. Child, our teahouse encountered something evil last night.
Although the Thousand-Poison Pill was formidable, the power it could exert on a Saint-grade entity was still quite limited.
"Am I handsome?" Wang Jing instinctively brushed his hair, accepting Yu Dada's compliments as entirely justified and expected.

(3/3)
Li Yi was fighting with great fervor; any mutated animals that tried to approach and harm him were sent flying by the wild boar. However, those that could be killed instantly by the boar's impact could only be blamed on bad luck. Unfortunately, Li Yi's luck today was poor—those mutated animals sent flying suffered nothing more than a minor loss of health and were completely unhurt.
According to the map provided by Yitong, the divine pet penguin had once haunted the perilous jungle of the Tongtian Peak belonging to the New East Sword Sect. This place was exceptionally desolate, and coupled with the oppressive aura of the New East Sword Sect, human footprints were exceedingly rare.
Luo Yaohua had been staying in the cave for a long time. He had already made an outbound call, but he had no idea when there would be any news.
Before the two of them could recover, another series of rumbling explosions sounded all around. The cracks in the sky seemed to widen slightly, and the entire wilderness space began to vibrate continuously.
Su Qingrou opened her eyes as if experiencing a flash of lucidity before death. She gently stroked Jiang Dongyu's cheek with a serene expression.
The shadow, rendered overwhelmingly massive by the illumination, enveloped Yun Zijun. The hand under her long sleeve suddenly tightened into a fist, her gaze wandering, never once landing on Gong Wuxie.
"You are just too adorable," Nangong Baixuan said, throwing her arms around Mu Shilan's neck. This man truly made her love him to death.
"Don't be so ungrateful. It's already pretty good that your head wasn't blown off. If you have the guts, why don't you try taking a blow from that stick?" the Six Immortals of Fushen protested defensively.
"Oh, why not invite the genius over!" Li Yan yang had not expected the situation to be so severe, and immediately thought of the renowned Genius Brother.
"Does a country of men truly exist in this world?" Su Yien asked curiously, unable to imagine what an entire nation composed solely of males would look like.
"It's not that I'm divine; even a guess would suffice." Seeing Yan Qing's expression of 'What do you mean, what is going on here?', the white fox smiled helplessly.
The resonant music of the pipe organ lingered long within the grand hall, transporting those within it into a medieval dreamscape and leading them into a profound and distant realm.
The Prime Minister's office was pushed open unceremoniously, with the guards at the door failing to stop the intruder. Was this a collapse of vigilance, or a loss of a sense of responsibility?
"That simply won't do. How could I possibly hand over a hundred and twenty gold coins to you based solely on your words?" Leo refused without a second thought.
Watching this scene, Qin Yu could not help but take a step back. Yet the next second, when the headmaster sat back down in his office chair, a stern expression returned to his face as he began to speak.