Volume 1, Chapter 31: The Ring Finger of the Left Hand

Yuanshuang sensed the gravity in his tone and, understanding the situation, refrained from asking further.

The bamboo-pole men nodded and drew their EMP launchers. These devices were highly advanced, resembling firearms and capable of rapid-fire discharge.

Though that poem was excellent, it was not widely known. The second one, written on a moonlit night while boarding the perfume boat, was a rare gem, yet it still fell slightly short.

"General, while the Tibetan forces are indeed stronger than the Tuyuhun, they still cannot compare to our Great Tang," said Xi Junmai.

"We had many relatives over on the eighth day; the incident caused quite a stir," Madam Bai said, her face full of helplessness.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, there is a force of three thousand, led by the courageous Commandant Xi Junmai," Li Jing replied after a moment of thought.

From the other end of the line came a groggy, husky voice, carrying a blustering and overbearing tone.

Upon hearing that name—the one that haunted his every dream—Shang Ning’s powerful frame shuddered. How could he ever forget the name he whispered even in his deepest sleep?

Since becoming the helmsman of the Yiqiu Hall, Qiu Jin had grown much more composed, possessing the mature aura of an underworld godfather, yet at this moment, he could not maintain his composure.

Liang Chen brought out the Seven-Star Compass again, only to see the golden needle in the celestial pool swinging erratically, unable to settle on a direction.

"Balance? According to you, you are the great benefactors of this world," I said, eyeing Xu Fu with biting irony.

I was traveling at about 100 miles per hour, but if I were driving at that speed, the resistance would be immense.

The walking carnivorous plants, though plant-type monsters, possessed intelligence equal to Amon and were capable of analyzing battlefield conditions.

After all, the deeper one descends into the dungeon, the stronger the monsters become, the richer their combat tactics, and naturally, the greater the difficulty.

"Compared to a warrior of the Hundred Tribes like you, I am but a star beside the bright moon, a grain of sand in the sea of the desert. I hope you will offer me your guidance, warrior," Daxi said, quickly humbled.

The goblin seemed to realize its fate at that very moment. It looked up, bared its teeth at me, and displayed the most ferocious expression of its life.

In the Special Support Section dormitory, Aike, who had been summoned in a frantic rush, was stunned after hearing the explanation from Tio and Lloyd.

Thinking back, it probably did not know what to do either, and not wanting to lose face or abandon its detached, cold demeanor, it could only feign profundity.

He was a man of honor, after all. Besides, they already knew everything they wanted to know, and keeping Yagyu Shinden alive served no purpose; it was better to finish him off once and for all.

After Li Zetian took control of The Walt Disney Company, the first thing he did was fire CEO Ron Miller and begin scouting for a replacement.

If Mo Bai’s name were not on the painting, they would not have denied it even if one claimed it were an authentic work by Qi Baishi himself.

As for Shitouzai, he cared nothing for their speculations, regardless of how powerful they thought he was. Dismissing them, he raised his massive palm amidst their shock and fear, striking downward through the void with a fierce blow.

As the world's richest man, Mo Bai might be able to hoodwink people in other areas, but when it came to money, there was no fooling anyone.

Although Ogisu Rippei was furious that Shinkaze Sasuke had failed to wipe out the Chinese army attacking Chihe—and had instead suffered heavy losses—he could not simply sit by and do nothing.

However, the onlookers did not expect that just as they felt Mo Bai’s words made perfect sense, a sudden, dramatic plot twist would emerge.

Sensing the insult in Changkong Wuji’s gaze, Mo Ru’s eyes nearly spewed fire, but even so, he dared not act against him personally.

"Uh..." Ma Yun was taken aback by these words and forced a wry smile. He naturally knew that Li Zetian was joking with him.

"What price are you looking to sell it for?" A bold idea flashed through Zhao Qingfeng’s mind: he had to acquire it. He was determined to succeed, and even if managing tens of millions in cash flow was difficult, he had his ways.

Finally, prepared to admit defeat, Zhao Yun stopped attacking altogether, feigning a clumsy defense. After thirty bouts, Zhao Yun feigned an opening, and his cloak was sliced off by Zhang Bao’s sharp broadsword.

Green seeds were fired, and immediately, countless sharp, verdant bamboo stalks sprouted beneath the mermen pirates’ feet, launching them directly into mid-air.

"Before leaving Luoyang years ago, our elder brother summoned me, our third brother, and Chief Clerk Xun for a secret meeting. Although our third brother stayed behind after returning to Qingzhou to visit relatives, Clerk Xun and I have never dared to slacken. The three tasks our brother assigned us have basically gone smoothly..." Zhao Yun said, as if long prepared for Jiang Qi’s grand return.

"Rescue the people, and remember, do not make a sound," Jiang Qi ordered coldly, a flash of icy intent in his eyes.

Internet forum users are always well-informed. By now, the news of Li An’s promotion to a fourth-tier celebrity had just been confirmed in his live stream.

"Wait for me!!" Suddenly, Franky’s shout came from the Thousand Sunny. The boat, originally in Dock 3, slowly moved to Dock 4, and as the hatch opened to reveal a passageway, the sound of an engine roared from within.