Volume 1, Chapter 62: The Unexpected Appearance of a Body-Refining Technique

"Just you?" After looking Yao Xi up and down, Xiao Ling shifted from doubt to mockery. "Is Falling Moon Peak truly devoid of talent? To actually send forth a disciple who only recently awakened her sword spirit—truly laughable."

"Leave. You are not worthy of my strike."

"Naturally, the one who comes to take your life." Zhang Fan's voice was like that of a demon from the abyss, chillingly cold and carrying a frenzied intent to kill.

Perhaps the foolish Chen Kun was still imagining the large piece of meat Yun Feng was going to give him, and how happy little sister Qin Ying would be eating it.

For he knew deep down that he himself was incapable of diagnosing a patient's condition within three seconds, nor had he ever heard of anyone else being able to do so.

On the other side, Wu Xiuhui left Lin Zehui's place and did not return to her assigned task area to continue working.

"Since the Zerg have appeared, we should set aside whatever we are currently doing and deal with the Zerg issue first, otherwise we will all die here," Bai Mudan's voice rang out.

The Gatling gun's wall of fire swept across more than a dozen jumping fleas, tearing most of them to shreds on the spot. Fragments of broken corpses rained down from the air onto Su Xiaoyun's head, leaving him utterly dumbfounded.

It was as if some keyword had been triggered; his unfocused gaze tightened slightly. Suddenly questioned, he felt at a loss for where to begin, mainly because he had not expected her to ask this question.

A dozen consecutive commands, every single one of them hitting the soft spots of these people, preventing them from making any trouble.

This drove them to compete fiercely for the position of Empress, causing even the usually honest and obedient Feng Yan to reveal her true colors and wear a short skirt.

How could one successfully control the floodwaters and benefit the people of the Liang and Chu regions, without allowing oneself to become a celebrated hero of water management, and ideally even taking the blame for some faults?

That force spread outward like a cone, whipping the surface of the lake into a massive column of water that shot straight into the high heavens before scattering into countless droplets of water.

Just got home and rushed out a chapter. Fortunately, I wrote half a chapter while waiting for the bus this morning, so I managed to beat the midnight deadline.

"All of them—every single one is a rank-nine powerhouse!" Facing the seven individuals before him, Qin Li's initial sensation was one of profound shock.

Bafei in the East District, Luusi in the South District, Adong in the West District—these hoodlums all moved in the underground circles, so how could they not recognize these bigwigs?

"No, I am a special operations soldier. Peacekeeping and missions are our tenets, which is fundamentally different from mercenaries who collect bounties for taking lives," Qin Li shook his head and said.

As for letting Sluo go, unless his brain was diseased, he would never do something like cutting weeds without rooting them out.

"Let's go, just follow Bate," Long Tian smiled and stepped forward briskly, taking the lead.

Xu Huizu strode impatiently into the commander's tent, accompanied by the officers of the camp as well as Gu Xiao and Qin Jing.

Though the materials of these three magic-guided equipments were quite good, they could not be considered top-tier; yet their grades were clearly higher than the three pieces Olei had crafted himself.

Sister Hua spoke with extreme arrogance, as if in her eyes money could accomplish anything, and as long as she was willing to pay, beating someone to death was nothing at all.

Zhu Jiu keenly noticed that because of the extra sun created by the ceiling formation, the aura of these two flame-beasts had doubled in strength.

To Feng Yong, Liu Handong was merely a buzzing, irritating housefly, not worthy of being called an enemy. Dead was dead; what he cared about was how to make more money to buy bigger yachts, newer private jets, and more luxurious villas and estates.

Be that as it may, everyone was in the middle of a lively conversation. After finishing the meal, they cleared the table and sat together once more to continue chatting.

This was the mindset of many noble clans. Upon Yingzhou, the descendants of various noble clans were numerous, and they cared little for the premature deaths of their progeny. Even if a majority perished, as long as one or two managed to achieve greatness, they would serve as the family's new pillar of strength, ensuring the clan's enduring prosperity.