Volume 1 Chapter 35: A Great Harvest

Under the golden-tier pressure of the Skeleton Knight Gook, the ordinary skeleton monsters were all struck dumb with fear, not one of them daring to show the slightest hint of resistance.

He endured the searing pain and tried to pull his hand free from Hua Ying’er’s grasp. Hua Ying’er merely burst into wild laughter, staring at her with a twisted expression, her eyes filled with madness and gloom.

At the same time, Hoffman ordered Second Lieutenant Karl of the Third Platoon over the radio to take four No. 2 tanks and, together with eight No. 1 tank destroyers from the Spanish German-equipped division, circle around to the right side of the village and take up position on the flank, so they could coordinate with the frontal assault.

Feng Lin shook his head lightly. These people truly spared no one with their words—but perhaps that was for the best. It would reveal whether Zheng Ping was really that sort of person.

“Something’s wrong!” Yin Shehun’s eyes had never left his precious treasure from beginning to end. Now that the Ghost Demon King had been bound securely and could no longer pose any threat, another problem had emerged.

Seeing this, Fake Gu Wangjin was even more horrified. Just as he was about to employ the system’s power, he discovered that the system had malfunctioned, and his terror deepened further.

Looking at the ghost soldiers and ghost generals, some wounded and others maimed, King Qin Guang’s eyes bulged with fury. Rage boiled in his chest.

Feng Lin seized Yuan Su’s wrist and carefully sensed her condition. There was no serious harm. Fortunately, he had arrived in time to save her.

What was even more astonishing was that Qiongqi had broken through from the ninth level of the True Immortal Realm all the way to the third level of the Profound Immortal Realm, crossing in an instant a boundary that others might need hundreds or even thousands of years to surpass.

The military adviser, one of Froloshilov’s trusted confidants, took the German local-campaign operations map that had been handed to him. His expression grew somewhat unnatural. He of course knew how long it would take to draw such a detailed map, and he also knew how perfectly an operation could be arranged on the basis of one.

“Huh? Who is Master talking to?” Sun Wukong froze, his fiery, discerning eyes fixed on Tang Monk in utter confusion.

As the man spoke, he rushed out. Jiang Ruo and Jiang Cheng were both left dumbfounded as they watched the flood suddenly stop, while a man engulfed in flames exchanged blows with the man who had only just come back to life.

How could Lady Li not understand the Empress’s temperament? Sending Lady Zheng to Jiaokun Palace would serve two purposes: first, Zheng’s grievances might win Zhao Yi’s sympathy; second, it would make Zheng hate the Empress all the more and thus cling more closely to Lady Li.

As the Grand Princess of Boling gazed at Feng Sui, she naturally recalled the day Empress Feng had first entered the palace. Her heart grew even more sorrowful, and for a time she could only choke back her words.

“The virus has triggered an old illness. His condition is critical. Carry him inside.” Su Luo swiftly withdrew her hand.

“I’m finally about to reach the tenth level of Qi Refining. Once I get through this transitional stage, I’ll enter the Foundation Establishment realm.” As he sighed, Bai Hao did not relax in the slightest. Instead, he absorbed the spirit stones with even greater determination.

After more than half a year apart, Gong Youfu had grown taller. He was more handsome, livelier, and noticeably more mature.

Fortunately, the man she had married was her cousin. Since childhood, he had doted on her as though she were his own younger sister, and she never hid any of her reckless ideas from him. This time was no exception.

If the person before him truly was the surviving ruler of Later Jin from all those years ago, then he must have long since lost the lofty ambitions he had once possessed.

Yet looking at their scores now, one would find that the former first-place contender had fallen to third, while the former second-place contender had dropped to fourth.

A Ma asked no further questions. He had the bearers carry the sedan behind them while Xiao Changdun walked ahead with his hands clasped behind his back, heading down the seemingly endless street.

“Do you think I would let you win?” Guan Gong smiled. The murderous aura that had previously been suppressed erupted from Xin Hao once more. At that moment, Xin Hao resembled a god of slaughter.

Even so, the bodyguards collapsed the instant the Tang swords touched them. Before long, the private room had been cleared. As for the sniper from earlier, Tang Xuance had already sent his people to deal with him.