Chapter 42

Fortunately, the Grand Marshal trusts him deeply now. Hearing that he wanted to dispatch a batch of soldiers to protect Fu Qingyang, the Marshal agreed without the slightest hesitation. After all, Fu Qingyang was his savior, and the Marshal repeatedly asked if the manpower was sufficient, worrying that something might happen to Fu Qingyang.

"This is President Zhang of Order Corporation. Don't let his youth fool you; he is the undisputed top figure in Hegang!" President Wang deliberately raised my status to make this headmaster recognize his own weight.

Looking at Su Yi's resolute face and Ling Lanyin as she departed, a mist of tears welled up in her eyes once more. She had never expected that she would ultimately choose to walk away with Su Yi.

Even now, free from the control of the Ultimate Evil Demon King, he would stop at nothing to slay Lin Yun.

"Splendid, let us head to Chou-Niu!" Cheng Yu pondered for a moment. As long as it was not Yin-Hu, Mao-Tu, or Hai-Zhu, any other place would do. What was there to fear about taking a boat? It would even save a considerable amount of foot travel. Nodding, he strode toward the ferry.

The tiger-headed chieftain never expected that Zhao Yu's primary target of attack at such a crucial juncture would be none other than himself.

Although Fifth Elder's lower body was injured, his movements remained clean and precise, his martial arts skills completely unrusted. Upon receiving the order, he swiftly attempted to unbuckle his seatbelt, only to find that it refused to budge no matter what he tried.

After taking a shower, we shared a simple meal together, and then Chi Jianglin drove us back to the supermarket.

Although Cai Zhixiong had enraged the Hanyuan Demon King, the demon king had no intention of executing him. Merely furious, he instead banished Cai Zhixiong to the Heavenly Palace to be locked away for a period of time.

Han Ruming smiled and picked up a piece of meat with his chopsticks. Zhou Yunmo's brow relaxed at this, and feeling rather hungry, she ate it without hesitation.

Peering through the bars of his cage, Fierce Tiger looked up and saw that the man questioning him possessed a striking and majestic bearing, full of vigor. He immediately sensed that this was no ordinary person, but surely a high-ranking official.

Over the course of the following week, I was busy every single day. Within that short span of a week, following Cong Ye's secret recipe, I learned how to brew coffee for Wen Xuyan.

A pang of anxiety struck Han Cheng's heart. Although his martial uncle had always been strict, it was rare to see him wear such a grave expression.

Old Mrs. Liu Guilan flew into a rage, slamming her palm down on the table with such force that even one of her freshly done acrylic nails snapped off.

About a year ago, that fellow set his sights on the Land of Waves. Relying on financial might and brute force, he ran amok, instantly monopolizing the island's maritime traffic and transportation.

Are you completely unaware that the public discourse could thrust me into an embarrassing situation at any moment? Speaking so carelessly, it is truly exasperating. I have to clean up the mess left by your words and actions; I am simply speechless with you.

Upon that calm countenance, the right half of the face was covered by a cursed seal, the whites of the eyes turned black, and the irises became a piercing yellow.

Years flowed like a song; Liu Yan and Jiang Kai were now gray-haired. Yet, their deep affection for one another remained unchanged since their youth. Whenever they caught sight of that grove of cherry blossom trees, they would be reminded of those wonderful, youthful years. And that youthful romance had long since become an eternal landscape enshrined within their hearts.

This younger brother of hers was always adept at stirring up trouble; surely he hadn't gone and carved out another colossal mess for her to clean up?

After all, he was merely a Tier 6 Death Knight. Even while commanding a legion of nearly one hundred thousand the undead and wielding multiple powerful artifacts such as Frostmourne, his raw strength still fell short compared to Uther, who had already ascended to the Lord tier.

With these words, Chu Yun felt the surrounding space warp violently before he suddenly reappeared inside his home.

Some of the weaker Crimson-Eyed Black Vultures, Purple-Winged Azure Wolves, and Blood Crows lost consciousness and plummeted from the sky one after another. The stronger beasts, affected by the dragon's roar, were unable to launch a full-forced charge, swaying unsteadily in mid-air and cluttering the firmament in disarray.

Wherever the blade radiance swept, a massive fissure appeared on the ground, a full meter in width, illustrating just how immense the blade energy truly was.

The group of sword-cultivator disciples standing nearby were instantly dumbstruck on the spot. Grandmaster? The head of the Spear Hall turned out to be the grandmaster of this young man before them?! No wonder the spear technique just now was so tyrannical and domineering; merely the shockwaves alone had sent three or four Core Formation stage cultivators flying.

However, their numbers were ultimately limited. Before their various battle formations could unleash their full might, they were tightly entangled by Xiao Ping's forces.

Within this Cangming Realm, the three major factions—the Martial Extreme Sacred Palace, the Cangming Palace, and the Domain Lord's Mansion—did not differ vastly in strength, vaguely forming a tripartite balance of power.

"I do not know," Su Chen shook his head. Whether it was the Crimson Blood Space or the Kunxu Continent, both were simply too vast. Su Chen truly had no idea which step to take next.

Instantly, purple and white radiance erupted simultaneously, as if two colors were freely colliding and splashing ink across the space, complementing each other brilliantly and creating a dazzling spectacle.

At this moment, numerous elders of the Qin family had also rushed over to witness Jiang Meng undergoing his heavenly tribulation and making a breakthrough to the Second-Turn Pseudo-Emperor realm.

Xia Xue went downstairs to the first floor, barely managing to swallow a few bites of breakfast before her stomach began churning and turning with a tearing sensation. How could she possibly go out in this condition? Remembering her appointment with the editor-in-chief to meet at a café this morning, Xia Xue hurriedly dialed the editor's number.

Everyone nodded. What Tang Hao said made sense. Let's look at the artwork first and leave other matters aside for now. If it were fake, there would be no need for further discussion. If it were genuine, Tang Hao's assertion that a single work of art could have multiple copies would naturally be proven. Such occurrences were hardly unprecedented.