Volume 1, Chapter 53: Su Tingwan Torments Cheng Muyan

On the ground, the yellow sand churned violently as rows of poisonous stingers shot through the air—the handiwork of the desert assassins, the veiled sand scorpions.

"Children, once we reach the Three Thousand Shattered Realms, you don't need to show me any courtesy. Fight like your lives depend on it! Hahaha!" Sovereign Nether Evil laughed heartily as he turned around, instantly igniting the battle intent of the Nether Evil Spirit Academy.

"Has your realm stabilized?" Anyone could tell that Linghu Xue was in high spirits. Ever since she entered the room, a smile had lingered on her face—a genuine smile born from the depths of her heart, one that Murong Qingxue could clearly feel.

This ethereal solitude was akin to walking down a bustling, crowded city avenue when suddenly, all the pedestrians around you vanish, leaving you completely alone in the wide world. That helpless feeling of being unable to grasp anything, completely submerged by darkness, was utterly terrible.

Indeed, they bore a striking resemblance to humans, save for their eyes, which were a lifeless gray. Apart from that, their skin color and walking movements were almost indistinguishable from human beings. It was hard to fathom just how far the zombies had evolved—they were actually repairing the destroyed city walls of the World Alliance.

The purple divine sword cleaved through the sea of blood, prompting even the fiercely battling Elder Qingxuan and the Frost Basan to turn and stare. That sword strike was profoundly deep and noble, as if thousands of visions were flashing one by one across the blade. The power of the Purple Firmament transformed into the sharpest edge, passing judgment upon heaven and earth.

"There's no need to explain, Master. You are the head of this household after all, and who gets to stay here is entirely your decision. Niuniu has no hard feelings whatsoever, so please rest assured, Master," Niuniu whispered softly, making Chen Fei feel immensely comforted.

At that moment, an elderly man walked tremblingly into the tavern. His dirty, ragged clothes caused the patrons inside to frown slightly, but no one spoke up. After all, people came here to spend money, and since the boss hadn't said anything, it wasn't their place to interfere.

Major General Otsuka drove all his soldiers onto the front lines to prevent the Chinese troops on the mountain from launching a breakthrough downward, yet he never expected that a unit was lurking not far behind him, waiting for the opportune moment to strike. Commander Li Jieli of the 572nd Regiment had finally waited for the Japanese defenders at the foot of the mountain to divide their forces once again.

Upon hearing the Mad Monkey's words, Zhuo Nan realized he had been far too careless. There were several practitioners of ancient martial arts within China's Supreme, which suggested that JoJo might hail from some martial arts sect or organization. If he used ancient martial arts as a breakthrough point, he might just uncover JoJo's true identity.

A pathological, eerie smile suddenly hooked the corners of his lips, and his eyes were filled with an intense sense of possessiveness and lust.

Take that report from the other day, for instance—why did the Social Workers' Gazette always evaluate the French Foreign Legion as the most authentic force within the entire French military?

It was impossible to tell how long this transformation lasted before Swordsman finally managed to calm the restless changes surging within his body. Sitting on the leader's throne of the Fated Guild, he heaved heavy, shuddering breaths as his chest rose and fell.

Qian Wansheng's expression shifted slightly as he let out a furious roar. Where his gaze landed, a towering sea of flames erupted, and the fiery true qi that had been shattered by Qin Luo instantly coalesced once more, transforming into a furnace that enveloped Qin Luo within its core.

Feng Lin's body was continuously fracturing and repairing itself at that moment, unexpectedly breaking through once again to reach the ninth stage of the Body Condensing realm, and the growth was still continuing.

"Nightmare, have you forgotten? Romances that cross the boundaries of species are not permitted." Mo Yuye reminded him.

In the eyes of many army generals, Reinhardt had always borne the imprint of the navy. Even though he had studied under Seeckt, this mark never faded.

"Then what should I do? Could it be that I should push the demon race entirely into total opposition?" Qi Tianshou rolled his eyes.

At that very moment, loud snores echoed from within Funiu Fort, clearly showing that these men felt completely secure. After observing the situation a little longer to ensure no one was awake, Lian Yuncheng made a few hand gestures and took the lead, leaping inward followed by his men.

Having wrapped up matters here, Hugo did not linger and flew straight back to Italy. Rumors about his upcoming bid for the presidency of the Football Federation were already spreading like wildfire through the football world, and no one took it as a joke.

Whenever Chen Lu was mentioned, people thought of Han You, and whenever Han You was mentioned, people thought of Chen Lu. This seemed to be the deepest impression this ace duo left on everyone.

On the third day of the virus outbreak, the surroundings were frighteningly silent. Due to the extremely high outdoor temperatures, the corpses on the streets emitted a sickening and foul stench. Song Qing sprayed plenty of air freshener in the room and the hallways; otherwise, the smell of death would have been enough to ruin everyone's appetite.

"What is going on here?" Dongfang Qian forced herself not to fall, fixing her gaze squarely on Chu Yun, desperate for an answer. She had no intention of suffering an inexplicable defeat.

"A... Level Three magic..." The tall young man, who had been full of confidence just moments before, stood frozen in place upon seeing his opponent cast a Level Three magic spell, completely forgetting how to release the wisps of flame in his hand.

It was only after barely managing to go to Trapani that he realized he had struck gold. Hugo's annual Christmas bonuses and season bonuses were quite generous, often surpassing the salaries of many players, which meant Drogba effectively earned the equivalent of two salaries, making him financially much more comfortable.