Chapter 82: Saluting the Warriors

Perhaps? The reason our Emperor Qin sought immortality was not merely to rule as emperor forever, but because he believed that only he possessed the ability to govern the world. If he could prolong his life, he could bring order to the realm within his lifetime.

At some unknown moment, Liu Caizhong had already returned. He now wore different clothes and even carried a new fan.

“What?!” Armani stared in shock, his worldview utterly shattered by the scene before him.

This matter could not be simple; tanks had appeared. It must involve the military, but who could command such authority to mobilize the armed forces?

“Me, me, me?” Lady-in-law finally awoke to the situation. The speech earlier might have been brilliant.

Liang Hui glanced over the scene today and realized that Su Nan had no intention of letting the brothers off.

They simply refused to believe that anything worthwhile could be prepared for breakfast in the kitchen. With so many people, how much food could the manor provide?

Most people’s selflessness is selective; they are not selfless toward strangers, but rather toward those who can return the favor or are close to them.

Bai Xinyi nodded, then took a bottle of water and a can of coffee, settling back onto the sofa.

The entire grand hall exuded a chilling, sinister atmosphere; standing here sent shivers down one’s spine. Especially when one looked up at the plaque above, inscribed in bold characters: "Hall of the King of Hell." Ordinary ghosts appearing here would lose a third of their souls and spirits merely at the sight of those words.

Yet that single sentence struck the crowd like a thunderbolt on a clear day. The sword hilt, once dismissed, possessed such power that the audience’s minds suddenly became active.

“Black... Black Flame? What’s going on?” Xiao Yu was startled by the sight, quickly moving closer to observe. Meanwhile, Black Flame’s voice gently sounded in his mind.

When Sun Bin left, he gave all his money to him, even offering the gold ring on his finger.

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“I may be nothing more than a grain of sand in your eyes, someone insignificant to the powerful, but senior, if you keep provoking me, I will make my earlier words a reality.” Mu Yan pulled Nangong Yuer close, his expression darkening, the casual tone from the youth’s mouth carrying an air of indifference.

“Congratulations, Master Jin! Today’s contest was truly splendid!” Gu Ying offered congratulations, though his lips curled into a sly, mocking smile.

“All right, all right, don’t be angry anymore.” Zi Yan comforted Nangong Yuer as she wiped away her tears.

Leon had already mastered all the skills of Eight Extremes Boxing, no longer awkward as he once was when he secretly learned the art.

Dazzling firelights danced across the sky like fireworks at the extreme point. Flames soared upward, and from the perspective of the Dragon God Artemis, it seemed as though they shot straight into the sky. Yet to outsiders, the spectacle was even more astonishing—it was not as simple as ascending to the heavens.

Seventeen teams in total; except those who fled at the start, not a single one survived. Even their souls were obliterated.

Everyone listened intently. Hong Hao had even stopped crying, as if he had sensed something.

Without the soul jade, Ye Feng had to initiate a rather bleak training regimen to compensate for his lack of magical power.

“Hahaha, now Hong Quan and his group will be busy for a while!” Lian Sheng laughed quietly to himself.

The shuttle was bound for the Sloanso residential area on the Katana continent. Of course, they couldn’t simply barge in; that would be akin to declaring war on the demons. Instead, they chose to infiltrate slowly, first observing the situation before launching their next actions.

As soon as the words were spoken, the soldiers surrounding them raised their guns, their barrels aimed straight at their heads.

“It’s already so dark. Can you still see the prey?” Fide followed behind Ayana, watching her wield a longbow with an ironless arrow nocked, walking ahead with utmost concentration.

Sweeping past the grotesque corpses of zombies on the ground, suddenly, one stood out from the rest, catching his eye.

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“Captain Martin, Red reporting to you.” Red approached the young man and saluted respectfully.

As the spaceship neared the first-generation Distal Star’s resting zone, many large instruments separated from the main body. Huangfu Bing and Huangfu Ling oversaw the transfer to other functional sections, shedding the previous weight. With a broad, weapon-filled bridge at the front, the ship now looked imposing and formidable.

Lian Sheng wondered about the details, casting a helpless glance at Buddha Does Not Cross. The latter frowned slightly but said nothing, so the two followed ahead.

Ming Han realized that his QQ had been logged into the computer all along, and Su Yan had used his account to play Happy Landlord while also connecting with Chen Li.

“What? Are you trying to probe my address? Hmph!” Xia Ningxue snorted, her lips unable to hide a secret smile.

Two guards approached the crack, inverted a bottle, and released a thread of purple gas from the mouth. Though gaseous, it seemed viscous, slowly sliding into the fissure.

Facing one of the country’s top ten streetballers, Ming Han suddenly felt that this was the moment he had always hoped for.

If things went any further, Clockwork might unleash her R skill directly, which was not what the two wanted to happen.

Before I could react, a pillar of earth suddenly shot up from beneath my feet. Shocked, my mind raced before the pillar struck me.

“Living is always better than lying on a cold bed like this.” Jiao Ya murmured, as though to herself, while simultaneously summoning something in her hand.