Volume 1, Chapter 47: There is No One More Bastardly Than Zhou Jingmo

When Senna caught sight of Jiang Yihuan's car nose, he froze completely. On the giant screen, Senna's expression could be clearly seen growing increasingly ugly as he cursed continuously.

This was the final stretch of the track—a straight path where fancy techniques were no longer of any use for overtaking. It was a pure test of speed. Senna hurriedly accelerated, launching into a full-out sprint.

Jiang Yihuan also slammed the accelerator all the way to the floor, and the distance between the two cars shrank rapidly.

Spectators in the stands rose from their seats one after another, roaring at the top of their lungs as wave upon wave of sound washed over the track.

When Zhou Jingmo had assembled this car, the majority of the weight in its design was placed on safety performance, specifically to prevent accidents...

"Empress Dowager, your humble servant has a matter to report." At that moment, a guard hurried over.

When I woke up again, I found myself lying in a clean, warm bed, my hands wrapped tightly in white bandages.

At this moment, Murong Qingran's furrowed brows had smoothed out. A wicked smile played across her stunning cheeks, and a strange light flickered within her phoenix-like eyes. Truly, one finds what they are looking for without even having to search.

After easily soaring across the cliff and ridge terrain of the Fire-Foot Crow's nest, a densely vegetated forest appeared. This forest and its vegetation were clearly artificially planted. These artificially cultivated trees and plants on the island grew with remarkable regularity, and all of them were fruit-bearing species.

Had that ray of light not still possessed a desperate struggle of its own, constantly resisting the astonishingly powerful force of the surrounding blood threads, it probably would have been dragged straight down by that figure within a mere few flickers.

Gu Xisheng turned to comfort himself in his heart: Hadn't he anticipated that such a day might come? Now that it had simply turned into reality, why fret so much over gains and losses?

"I've found it!" Imperial Physician Sun suddenly cried out. In the bronze basin he held in his hands was Su E's vomit.

Although he had obtained the assistance of the Dragon Clan's power, Naruto simultaneously had to fulfill the obligation of protecting the entire Dragon Clan.

After three days and nights of medical treatment, most of the severely wounded soldiers began to improve. Murong Qingran had hardly closed her eyes to sleep; utilizing both traditional medical practitioners and modern techniques, she pulled out every trick at her disposal to finally curb the mortality rate among the critically injured troops.

"Elder sister is truly burdened with worry, having to manage these trivial matters even in the middle of the month." Seeing her working so hard, I couldn't help feeling a pang of heartache.

Both of them shared a good personal friendship with Yoo Jae-suk, and they already carried the weight of a long-standing, seemingly-real-yet-fake scandal. Now, by singing a love duet once again at Yoo Jae-suk's wedding, this warmed-over dish seemed to strike a chord with quite a few people yet again.

"What? There are sentries just five li away from the town?" Hearing this, Huang Zhi and Zhang Hu both frowned. They had not expected to run into trouble at this very final checkpoint, right at the very last step.

—Well, alright, this should probably be considered within expectations. If Yan Dongliu were truly unafraid of being besieged, he wouldn't have gone completely off the grid and into hiding after the incident at the Pulling-Cloud Secret Realm. Not a single one of his disciples and subordinates in Pulling-Cloud City showed their faces, even as they were placed under surveillance one by one, or even slaughtered by the new controllers of the Rogue Cultivator Alliance.

None of them noticed that a verdant vine was already lurking in the moss-covered rock crevices right beside Lin An's feet, looking just like an ordinary, completely inconspicuous plant.

As a result, a squad leader of the "Heaven-Extending Gate" had died just like that, slain at the hands of his own people.

Feeling the man's deeply protective gesture, Li Yan, who had been all set to chatter away endlessly, completely lost the urge to quarrel. As for Gelina on the other side, she curled up cozily in the crook of the man's arm like a docile quail.

Without waiting for Lin An's command, Ram had already led his men running toward the control room, without even sparing Ek a glance.

Such booming, rough words severely disrupted one's mood, yet Luo Kaixian's expression remained entirely motionless. He kept his pitch-black eyes fixed squarely on the face of Qin Han, who was standing seven or eight horse-lengths away—because he had experienced too many similar scenarios along the road, he was not worried about his subordinates losing control.

"You're saying Bayan is going to fight to the death?" Zhang Shijie asked, stunned for a moment. In his impression, Bayan was steady and magnanimous; he should never have been a general who craved glory and advanced rashly.

The powerful beings of the Demon Clan were no fools either; they would not be foolish enough to entrust their lives to someone associated with the Celestial Human Clan.

"How about... we go back and have the Doctor modify it? Fake though it may be, it's still better than being caved in." Watanabe Umbrella sighed.

"Prince of Yan, do you have a way to resolve this matter?" Hearing Sima Ji's words, Jiang Tong felt a deep sense of despair, yet he still asked stubbornly, unwilling to give up.

She was so pure and bright, just like a pool of clear spring water—transparent to the bottom, without a trace of turbidity.

She once used to have a smile like that, but her lively, radiant former self had been lost by her own hands, never to be found again.

"Just how many days has it been since you took a bath!" Song Zilin grabbed a handful of dog fur and asked Jiang Mingyue with a wrinkled nose.

During this process, the Jin army finally set foot in South Asia—not because the imperial court took the initiative to do so. The Prince of Yan's students, spread throughout the entire imperial court from top to bottom, naturally held no goodwill toward Hinduism. Otherwise, they wouldn't have built the Great Wall for isolation. Rather, they received a request from the Gupta Empire to jointly dispatch troops to conquer the Chola Empire.

Annie was instantly struck dumb with shock. Zhao Baoyu's arm did not shatter into pieces as she had anticipated; instead, she saw Zi forced back two steps by the impact.

Over the past few days, he never put his phone on silent, and the battery was never allowed to die, all for the sake of waiting for Yin Ziyu's call.

On the contrary, the six giant monsters were shaken back a few steps, simultaneously releasing Kong Jun's fists.

Rushuang's personality was extremely strong-willed and quite stubborn. Whatever she wanted to say, she would tell you of her own accord; if she didn't want to say it, even forcing her wouldn't pry a word from her mouth.

It was impossible to tell how much time had passed before that figure in black gradually fell into a disadvantage, their movements growing increasingly sluggish, until they were ignominiously pinned by the neck by Lanting, forced to kneel on one knee and gasp heavily for breath.

"Bring another case of beer and two plates of vegetarian cold cuts." Chen Bai sat down boldly in the chair, ignoring the boss's question and instead requesting additional dishes.

Fortunately, however, he possessed Wang Qing's shamanic soul ultimate technique. If he needed to find anything in the future, it seemed he should simply resort to using this shamanic soul ultimate technique directly.

There were two Shadow Orbs in total, and they were symbiotic—only when placed together could they produce their maximum effect. One had been stolen by Wang Qing back then, leaving only a single one remaining. Now that such an event had occurred, he feared that even the last Shadow Orb had run into trouble, so whether he spoke of it or not made little difference.

Hearing this, a helpless, bitter smile could not help but tug at the corner of Chen Bai's mouth, but he said nothing, knowing well that he had nothing to say.