Chapter 57: Taking a Beating

Beside Duan Zhi'an sat Madam Luo, the primary wife of the Duan household, while opposite them were the second master Duan Zhiping with his wife Lady Cui, along with the third master of the Duan household, Duan Zhiqiang.

Originally, he had believed his own strength was sufficient to face everything, yet their very first battle against an Imperial Armament User had ended in such a crushing defeat.

Xiao Qingcheng raised his eyes to look at the sky. It was somewhat cloudy; the wind was rising, and dark clouds were gathering. People often said June weather was like a child's face—although it was not yet June, the weather certainly looked as though it were about to rain.

Cultivators fleeing naturally summoned their flying Dharma treasures. Those without flying treasures hurriedly cast light-body techniques, wind-riding techniques, or even more advanced flight spells, turning around and escaping in a panic toward the demon cave.

Qi Zhong's expression remained unchanged. Refusing to dodge Ye Tianyu's overbearing fist shadows, he leaped directly into the air, clenched his fist, and unleashed a domineering strike straight down from above, his formidable momentum overwhelmingly oppressive.

"I wasn't looking at anything." Pei Yuanyue pursed her lips and turned her head toward the window, only to catch a faint reflection of Yin Rongyu's profile in the window glass.

Finally arriving at Gu Yangchen's door, An Luochu looked at Zhong Yao beside her. Zhong Yao lowered her head with a guilty conscience, and An Luochu pushed the door open.

Another gunshot rang out, and a bullet blasted through the air once more. Its lethality was truly fierce, striking a bodyguard directly and piercing straight through his body.

When all was said and done, Nangong Nayue did not regard Xiao Misen and the others as personnel related to this mission in the slightest.

One had to bear in mind that the opponent was just over twenty years old. Even if he had started practicing martial arts from his mother's womb, reaching this level of strength now should have been as difficult as ascending to the heavens. She truly had no idea how the opponent managed to cultivate.

Normally, he wouldn't use this set of sword techniques even when wielding a sword, because the enemies he encountered were generally far too strong, rendering this set of sword techniques useless even if deployed.

A netizen claimed to also live in the Qin family villa, revealing that familial affection within the Qin family was indifferent and that their private methods for fighting over family assets were sordid. The netizen even stated that Xu Youran's resignation from the position of CEO of the Qin Corporation was due to her being unable to stand their power struggles and willingness to turn on their own people.

Thinking of Qi Rao's look of "fend for yourself" earlier that day, Qin Chu also felt that he could not leave Xu Youran to calm down by herself at this moment.

Lu Ming glanced back and noticed that the elephant's eyes looked completely unlike those of an animal; instead, they resembled human eyes.

Making a slight estimation, he discovered that his true qi had already reached an offensive power equivalent to two hundred cauldrons, while his physical body's strength had soared to as many as three hundred cauldrons.

What was going on? A portion of the Great Han Dynasty's territory had already been isolated, yet why was there not the slightest movement from the imperial capital side?

The two overbearing forces collided, and the violent energy surged in all directions like a volcanic eruption. The ground emitted cracking sounds, fracturing into numerous thick fissures with a cataclysmic force akin to mountains collapsing and earth splitting.

And now, he had followed Lan Xuechen's suggestion to unite with the Xuantian Academy to deal with the numerous god clans from the upper realm.

Lan Wan'er's eyes widened, yet she dared not make a sound, especially when she saw the amusement in his eyes; a malicious smile crept up the corners of her mouth.

However, when it came to involving the Prosperous Age Group, she felt somewhat uncertain. If Aimou vanished from the hands of Si Yarou and her brother, who could she go to for her one million?

Even though that young Chinese man named Boliyi knew the significance represented by the "Führer's lapel pin," that was all. After all, in the eyes of a professional soldier, soldiers shedding blood in battle were the most important; as for those experts hiding far in the rear, they were basically dispensable entities.

Well, unlike the Morgan family's hedging and playing both sides, because of the Cuban War of Independence, the Steed Group had long been on the Spaniards' blacklist. Regardless of whether the Panama Company would intervene in the war between the United States and Spain, the Spaniards would not change their hostility toward the Steed Group.

As for the technical achievements digested by the White Cloud Factory or the technologies applied by Germany during World War II, Old Tang automatically ignored them all. In his view, these were merely Boliyi's modest pretexts—technical workers, after all, had thin skin, and even Boliyi, a former field army soldier, could not escape this trait.

The other girls struggled uselessly for a while before finally growing quiet as well. In the pitch-black room, only the chatter and laughter of three men remained.

"Junior Brother, are you alright? Where did you go? Why couldn't I reach you for the past half year? Are you doing well now?" Jiang Haijing's concerned voice came through the phone.

This time, it was even more severe than the last; she slept for two days before waking up, while Chu Lingyun had kept watch by her bedside for two days without closing his eyes.

Wasn't a gentleman supposed to stay away from the kitchen? Besides, with Guan Zhi's cooking skills being in such a wretched state, could anything he made himself actually be edible?

Old Ancestor White Crane's claws frequently appeared amid the clouds, an innate Longevity Sword danced beneath a long staff, and a Jade Firmament Divine Thunder Talisman hovered above the crane's red crest, with endless thunder flashing across the sea of clouds.

As this fellow spoke, his gaze drifted intentionally or unintentionally toward Sandro, the disdain oozing from him in full display. Too lazy to talk nonsense with him, Sandro waved his staff and chanted incantations, instantly firing a series of grayish-black lights from the tip of the staff.

Once the Overlord stripped the driver of his clothes and took all his money, valuables, and food, he seemed to begin hesitating over what to do with the driver.

Before handing the Ban-Hong Powder to Xia Yin, she had anticipated that Qi Lang would be angry, and she even hoped he would be angry and avoid her. After all, she truly did not want Qi Lang to be dragged into this destined-to-be-irreconcilable conflict; however, she had never expected that Qi Lang would choose to leave Kyoto.

Yet before that, one thing had to be done: to make Zhuge Yun come out and clearly explain the feud between her Zhuge family and the Yu family.

Sandro was completely certain that this time was definitely not an illusion, because this fellow was currently condensing a massive mass of yellowish-brown magic elements in his hand, and a mage's illusion would absolutely never use magic unless cast by a specialized illusionist. As a part-time mage, the chubby wizard knew the power of that spell very well.

Naturally, Li Mo wouldn't be foolish enough to go online and argue with those busybodies who worried too much. To counterattack, action was required.

Sitting on the edge of the bed was Hugh. That black magic cloak still draped over his shoulders, seemingly unremoved for a very long time. He closed a slip of paper in his hands, a trace of comforting a smile appearing in his sapphire-blue eyes.

As a commercial entity, the Hongding Group could influence the politics of the mainland, and likewise, the mainland's politics could influence internal promotions within the Hongding Group.