Volume 1, Chapter 44: I'll Have My Husband Come Over and Teach You a Lesson!

The elders of the Azure Moon Wolf, Horned Tiger, and Dark Tiger tribes were instantly frightened to the point of losing all color in their faces, their legs trembling uncontrollably.

Yet, only now did Wang Hao realize that he had still been somewhat too naive. The Heavenly Dao had disguised itself in a ruthless appearance merely for the sake of an even grander scheme within its heart, simply to bring itself closer to success. All of this disguise was nothing more than a means to achieve its ultimate goal.

"Sato-kun, I do not like beating around the bush. I hope you can tell me the truth. Go ahead, Yamada is all ears." Captain Yamada Kizo looked toward Laoye Mountain, grinding his teeth in hatred, then abruptly turned his head to stare at Sato Ken.

Matsuda Yuko had no choice but to leave Meng Fan's room. As she walked downstairs, she ran into Zhao Shenghu and Sun Sihai.

A helicopter was hovering above them—it was a Heavenly Sect helicopter, but it was merely there to oversee the battle. They shouldn't harbor any hopes that it would come to rescue Meng Fan and the soldiers of the Third Company.

Furthermore, the Independent Regiment of the Shandong Anti-Japanese National Salvation Guerrilla 3rd Army had been engaged in a desperate, life-or-death battle with the enemy for four days. Although their ammunition had been replenished, their casualties were heavy, and their forces were continuously dwindling. Those truly capable of entering combat numbered fewer than two battalions.

Meng Fan hurriedly pivoted his muzzle, pulled the trigger of his assault rifle, and fired his final explosive round. The explosive round accurately struck the mutated dog, and purplish-red canine blood splattered all over the ground.

Since when had the powerful Dragon Clan ever treated other creatures as mere prey or treasures? Who would ever dare to provoke the Dragon Clan?

Li Ziqi possessed immense mental strength. Conversing with her meant one would unconsciously fall under her mental influence and guidance, making it easy to develop a favorable impression of her and lower one's guard. She could even directly hypnotize others through mere dialogue.

Among China's major culinary cuisines, Huaiyang cuisine has the lowest penetration rate. Aside from the regions around Yangzhou and Huai'an, Huaiyang restaurants are rarely seen elsewhere.

At this moment, the venerable Dean spoke to Young Master Gu and the Poisonous Elder beside him. Hearing this, the two of them did not hesitate in the slightest, instantly unleashing their ultimate trump cards! Facing the siege of three Grandmasters, could this Wei family elder ultimately achieve victory? At this moment, no matter what, no one could know for sure, as anything was possible.

"Eleven, why aren't you keeping up!" As Yang Mufeng's voice rang out, Eleven was slightly startled, a surge of joy welling up in his heart as he took large strides to catch up.

"Wow, look at this dress, it's so pretty." An exclamation from Zifeng echoed inside a clothing store.

Looking at this dreamlike ending, and gazing at those unfamiliar faces swarming in to contend for the chance to congratulate and curry favor with him, Luoshan opened his mouth slightly, a look of utter bewilderment on his face.

Yang Tian remained hidden inside the cave, using a Fire-Evading Talisman the very first moment. Yet, it only lasted for the span of a few breaths before the Invisibility Talisman and the Fire-Evading Talisman simultaneously lost their effects. He was forced to project his vital energy several feet outside his body to withstand the scorching subterranean fire. Fortunately, the ambient vital energy within the cave was currently turbulent, making it difficult for him to be exposed!

The Celestial Master Talisman struck the skeleton's chest, sending it staggering before it collapsed with a loud thud. The pestle then pierced straight into its left leg. Visibly stung by the pain and consumed by rage, the skeleton unleashed another storm of flying spears that rained down across the sky. Wang Weidong hurriedly increased his spiritual power input into the Purple Gold Bell, successfully neutralizing all the attacks from the flying spears unharmed.

Li Chunfeng was greatly startled, so he hurried up the mountain, observing the shadows to determine the noon meridian, using shattered stones to fix the Eight Trigrams, and after driving a hairpin into the soil precisely where the two fish intersected, he descended the mountain to report back to the imperial court.

Moreover, if these people were not thoroughly subdued right now, this string would always remain taut. As future economic development progressed, the longer the time dragged on, the harder it would be for Wang Hanzhong to take action, or else any action he took would draw criticism. Therefore, resolving it now meant a once-and-for-all solution.

"Wood Arts: All Vegetation Turns to Soldiers." Instantly, a blinding green light surged throughout the entire room as several massive tree trunks stretched out from the roof beams, sweeping toward Ou Yeyu.

"The Seven-Colored Exquisite Pearl is the key to the seal of the Primordial Heavenly Demon. For hundreds of thousands of years, it has always been guarded by our Seven Ancient Clans. If the Remnant Temple manages to gather them all and release the Primordial Heavenly Demon 'Emperor Shitian', it will spell disaster." Gu Changqing frowned deeply at this moment.

Although nature spirits rarely encountered accidents, once something went wrong, the consequences would likely be completely irreversible.

The other party had remained silent all the way. Until the two of them had walked far away from the hospital ward, seeing that his expression was amiss, Su Su refused to take another step.

Following a dozen seconds of spreading fractures caused by the ground collapse, the building completely lost any possibility of structural stability. At a certain moment, it crashed down in a resounding roar. The building fragments turned into a torrential downpour plummeting from the sky, dramatically captured by gravity and smashing into the ground, kicking up clouds of dust that filled the heavens.

At the Fourth Prince's command, the imperial guards drew their blades in unison. Crossing the Fourth Prince had never ended well for anyone; even the imperial guards sympathized with the two of them, wondering who told them to provoke someone they shouldn't have.

Filled with an overwhelming sense of exhilaration, Lin墨 picked up this jade pendant and raised it to gaze upward. Its crystal-clear body emitted a faint, gentle glow accompanied by a low humming vibration.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing Luo Feng return safely, yet they still maintained their guard against the unfamiliar You Ying.

Within the fully repaired laboratory of the Truth Supervisory Council, Evia was attaching the final feather—clear and translucent like ice crystal—onto the cloak, which was already nearly covered in similar feathers.

The magical beasts closest to the falling Demon God were instantly enveloped by black demonic energy, their massive bodies covered in an instant by patterns resembling black tattoos.

Awkwardness aside, Shi Wanxi was, after all, a professional actress. The moment Hu Rufeng shouted, "All departments ready, three, two, one, action!" Shi Wanxi immediately stepped into character.

Upon Long Aotian's legs lay a cyan serpent tail, and sprouting from his back was a pair of wings.

The bags she currently used all matched her outfits, and clearly none of them suited the attire she planned to wear on the day of the parent-teacher conference.

"Also one hundred thousand?" Hearing this, the white-haired old man's smile faded. He narrowed his eyes and carefully scrutinized Li Zhishi for quite a long time before finally smiling and waving his hand in a gesture of concession. However, this smile was noticeably different from the one he had worn earlier, which carried the air of an old fox; instead, it held a hint of genuine appreciation.

The Japanese invaders' air force had been heavily battered by them, but they too had suffered catastrophic losses. Within a single month, the "American Volunteer Group" lost 86 pilots and 98 aircraft—amounting to two-thirds of their entire force.

A gentle breeze stirred, causing the men's attire on Li Shishi's slick skin to slip, fluttering down to the ground. She turned around shyly, her back facing Wu Song.

Offending a genius listed on the Talent Roll was never a wise choice, yet it was equally impossible for them not to intervene if they wanted to disrupt the duel between Fan Moli and Luoge Long. What on earth should they do? Everyone pondered silently in their hearts.