Volume 1, Chapter 114: Victims and Suspects

Thanks to Ange's thoughtfulness, the matters that had been troubling Jiang Ning were resolved with ease. In high spirits, she hummed a tune as she walked out of Jiupin Studio after work.

After toiling until the small hours of the morning, Yang Cheng finally dragged his exhausted body back to the dormitory and collapsed into a deep sleep the moment his head hit the pillow.

Having battled nearly twenty fire lions, half of the knight troop had already been killed or wounded, while only about a third of the fire lions had been slain.

In the Yulan plane, it was impossible for anyone to kill Linley. Without the pressure of such a threat, life was lived with carefree ease.

By transforming into his Dragonblood Warrior state, Linley could significantly increase his speed. Even with the stacking of his two "Divine Domains," he remained at a disadvantage beneath the opponent’s mid-level god "Divine Domain." Yet, by relying on the profound mysteries of speed and his Dragonblood transformation, he could still maintain a speed comparable to his opponent.

Jin Jie nodded vigorously; from the moment he first met Hu Kui, he knew this matter would not be so simple.

Would Mo Tianxie truly join forces with the Divine Dragon Sect? Was his hatred for him really that profound? These were questions worth pondering.

Typically, soldiers captured by an empire were used as cannon fodder in war, or assigned to grueling labor such as building bridges, paving roads, mining, or dredging rivers. Occasionally, a small number of captives might be sold.

"You actually managed to climb to the rank of Viscount?" Lin Jie was slightly surprised, his arms trembling with a sense of utter exhaustion. This was the aftermath of the Hundred-Strike Berserker Slash, which rendered him unable to perform any attacks for one minute.

This provided some peace of mind, but Wuming would certainly not concern himself with anything else; Huo Yuanzhen would have to find his own way.

Sensing the atmosphere of an impending storm, Zhang Tiansong was desperate to perfect the grand formation, hoping to have an extra layer of security when the war began. Just as he and Wang Hong were about to make one final push to complete the last step of the modification, they were met by an unexpected visitor.

Although his words were arrogant, they left everyone present in shock, especially the members of the Yamaguchi-gumi, and above all, the leader of the Yamaguchi-gumi in China. Their eyes, filled with shock, complexity, and confusion, remained fixed on Tang Tianyang.

Upon seeing Tang Xin striding forward with one hand in his pocket, Buvakoyev was terrified out of his wits, letting out a distorted, shrill cry.

The state banquet hall was filled with song and dance. Cameron chatted animatedly with various dignitaries who had come to London, laughing heartily from time to time. Everything seemed to be getting back on track.

"You are mine!" A sinister voice rang out. The Black Demon acted with lightning speed, interjecting between the White Demon and the water dragon, lifting both hands. He likewise drew forth countless amounts of seawater, sending it surging back toward the water dragon.

Scarlet was fast, which made Zhang Tiansong shudder, though he quickly relaxed. Since he had sworn by his Daoist heart and had already become his errand boy, there was no reason for Scarlet to harm him now. Even if he were to, Zhang Tiansong could simply activate the formation; there was no need for such great effort.

Washington D.C. was the capital of the United States. Not only did it house the White House, but it was also home to the highest administrative body of the U.S., the U.S. Congress, as well as many important international organizations. It could be said that this was the heart of the free world's political stage.

Tang Xin frowned. Perhaps he had indeed looked forward to receiving roses from Chu Ting, but he would resent her showing up at his doorstep.

They were all eager to lead the brothers of the Zifeng Association out of Longcheng immediately to fight a bloody battle against the Ye family's Red Blood Gang.

The Emperor's words were extremely vague. Not only Lady Li, but even Qing Shuang could not discern what the Emperor was truly thinking.

Consort An turned her head, looking at Qing Shuang with great surprise. Seeing her sincere expression and her slightly weary, clear eyes fixed upon her, it seemed she truly had an urgent matter to report.