Volume 1, Chapter 29: Is He Unwilling to Help Me?

Song Huai and the others quickly stepped forward to protect them.

Chu Yunze held the person in his arms, his hands trembling.

Ruan Liuzheng slept for a long time this time. When she finally awoke, a stranger was by her side.

"Mrs. Lu, you are awake."

To contact the various heavens of the Hell Realm to deal with Luotongluo and assault the Sword God Temple, the Void Heaven required sufficient evidence; the divine source of the Elephant Dharma Heaven was indispensable.

Perhaps this was one of the privileges of the Five Elders Association. Chen Shihao shook his head and placed his personal belongings into the locker. When he reached the last two sun crystals, he did not hesitate, placing them directly into the cabinet before pressing the start button on the screen. The cabin door slowly closed.

Then, a team leader was assigned to each group. The logistics team was responsible for decorating the classroom to look like a school infirmary and handling logistics on the day of the school festival. The publicity team began designing posters and printing flyers, tasked with guiding injured patients to the infirmary during the festival.

Wang Tianjie’s deployment of troops and strategies to repel the enemy were truly perfect; it was no wonder Guo Jia spoke those words of praise.

However, he was fully aware of what the Mohist school had done to him and to those around him.

Moreover, inside the official seal space, there were a full hundred thousand soldiers, all of them at least blue-grade, along with three thousand orange-grade troops.

To an ordinary cultivator, these essences of heaven and earth might be excellent items for raising one’s cultivation realm and strength. But for Qin Tian, these essences were merely impurities and filth that hindered his body from reaching perfection.

No matter where they went, those factions were always the ones waiting for the Zhantian Sect; when had the Zhantian Sect ever waited for those subordinate factions?

This was a young man dressed in a long black robe; his slender figure made him stand out. The black-robed youth watched Qiu Haitang and the others struggling, his expression calm and wearing a faint smile, with no intention of intervening to help immediately.

"Call the police, otherwise it will be too late." The youth in the middle looked at the cracked guardrail and sighed.

After Li Zhenting was hospitalized, Yang Yuxuan spent most of her time at the hospital. Li Ziyang went to the hospital almost every day and returned very late, so the two rarely saw each other, and he truly did not know what Li Zichen was doing. Besides causing a ruckus at the headquarters during the day, what else could he possibly do?

"You mean... I will eventually... grow nine tails?" Ye Weiliang looked at Su Lingfeng, a glimmer of hope shining in her fox-like eyes.

It could be said that the march on Jiyang was an important step in Liu Yan’s army’s northward expansion. As long as Jiyang was captured, they could keep watch over Wan County from a distance, reachable within half a day’s journey.

It was rare for Aoli He to notice that anything was amiss with Zhan Qingyi, but one thing was clear: Zhan Qingyi had thought of something he hadn't yet.

"What my beloved subject says is true. Leaving a traitor behind will be a disaster sooner or later; let him be taken out and beheaded!" The King of Light waved his hand and sat back down in his chair.

After Wang Zhan finished speaking, he said nothing more, merely sneering as he watched the three of them. He knew that among all those who opposed him, these three were the most significant; once they were dealt with, the entire Wang family could truly be unified.

Because she had returned to the West Garden in Director Chang's car, it was only after Chang left that Sanguo remembered her Range Rover was still parked on Jingshan West Street. She hurried downstairs and hailed a taxi to head toward Jingshan West Street.

"Father, don't worry, I will definitely renovate the wooden house to be even more beautiful than before, letting it exude an even richer, rustic atmosphere," Dugu Jian said as he walked to his father's side.

Watching Sima Yan’s retreating figure, Li Jiang felt a sense of admiration for the man. His personality was extraordinary, and a unique charm radiated from his every gesture; it was no wonder he was pursued and admired by so many.