Volume 1, Chapter 63: Su Chen, You Sure Are Impressive

After a brief moment, a beautiful woman leaped down gently from the tree, used her magic to wrap around Mu Wanfeng, and headed deep into the forest.

The words had just fallen when a broom appeared in the hand of the illusion, and a winding stone-paved mountain path unfolded right before him.

That injury took a full year to heal completely, which shows just how severe Ying's wounds were. However, because of this, when she fully recovered, her cultivation realm also returned to the mid-stage of the Spirit Infant.

Ahn Jae-wook originally had such an intention, but even if he did, he could not block the outside noise from entering the room.

Though Bu Er felt his verbal promise was somewhat unreliable, he had gained something after all, giving him a way to report back to Dog Daesheng.

However, it was already too late. Countless blood-red rays of light suddenly erupted from the ground beneath their feet. Following a deafening roar, a massive pillar of baleful Qi, more than fifty kilometers in diameter, shot straight into the sky, engulfing everyone, including Xu Ruogu.

A faint aura of oppression emanated from his body. This pressure did not stem from martial prowess, but rather from the oppressive dignity of someone who had held a high position for a long time. Clearly, this man was no ordinary person.

As for the Ming army, their losses were less than twenty thousand. The Ming soldiers grew bolder with every battle, their attacks becoming increasingly fierce. Because the morale and will of the European Anti-Ming Coalition had plummeted to rock bottom, their resistance grew steadily weaker, and the casualties the Ming army had to pay to rout ten thousand coalition soldiers became fewer and fewer.

Xu Hao actually knew what the Swallows were—they were elite powerhouses trained by the former Soviet Union who used weapons to conquer territories, roughly comparable to those folks from the American Empire. Of course, after the Cold War ended, these people were practically on the verge of unemployment and mostly degenerated into scam artists.

Ai Yu Qing Feng and Feng Chen Gu Zi were naturally well aware of the matters concerning the Heavenly Martial Saint Lord, and they also knew that the Saint Lord's goal was consistent with their own—to deal with the Heavenly Emperor.

Moreover, let alone those somewhat illusory ancient divine beast skeletons, even the skeletons of Grade Eight grand demons were rare treasures. Able to cultivate to the eighth realm, those demon beasts likewise possessed the bloodline power of ancient divine beasts within their bodies, though by comparison, it was much thinner.

Stealing the Moon allows one to drain the opponent's vitality and convert it to increase one's own. This has always been the most powerful ability of the Fallen Angels. Even those Holy Angels have no way to counter it, because in battle, the Holy Angels only grow increasingly frail, while the Fallen Angels grow ever stronger.

At this very moment, Chu Chen was extremely anxious and too impatient to make out the other's appearance. He only knew that the middle-aged man in front of him was wielding a spear over a zhang in length, its tip flickering with biting points of cold light.

Mo Zhiheng’s figure retreated continuously, causing those waves of blood to pile up layer upon layer. Within the span of a breath, the blood waves had stacked to an astonishing height of thirty tiers! The energy contained within them had also reached an extremely terrifying degree.

He never expected this madman to treat his own life so much like a child's game, actually strapping such a bomb around his waist. With the power of that bomb, if it were to detonate, this entire place would be blasted flat to the ground, and there was simply no way to escape in such a short amount of time.

The vessel, designed for navigating far and crossing safely, was exceptionally sturdy. Its upper deck was very flat, while the underside tapered like a blade's edge, belonging to a sharp-bottomed hull type capable of cutting through the waves. The entire ship was divided into three sections: the upper level of the forward cabin served as a galley and water storage, while the lower level served as living quarters for the accompanying soldiers. The middle cabin contained over a dozen rooms.

Because of the rain, Chu Xunyu’s hand was also smeared entirely with mud by this fellow. Disgusted, Chu Xunyu pulled his hand back and asked, "What kind of creature are you?" Of course, he didn't really expect an answer, and turned to look at Maomao behind him.

The eighty-one blade-lights surrounding the crowd trembled violently, revolving like a massive battle formation. Immediately afterward, all eighty-one blade-lights surged forth, sweeping wildly in every direction.

I just couldn't figure it out. What on earth did my secret crush on Dongfang Ziyan have to do with that damned Chen Naimo?! Upon second thought, I realized it made total sense—it did have everything to do with him.

He was already starting to regret it. Their brains must have short-circuited back then to let Dahe provoke Lu Xuan. Now look at where they were: they had invited Lu Xuan over, only to find themselves completely helpless to handle him.

"A mountain-guarding formation?" Fu Tongling frowned. This grand array was simply too massive; just think of how many resources it would consume to maintain.

For a period of time, the Shen Corporation had been called the Zhang Corporation. All of his mother's lifelong efforts were ruined by a man named Zhang San.

This adorable and naive behavior might also be an act put on by the other party, with the purpose of making him lower his guard.

After mapping out a series of plans, things progressed smoothly in the prearranged direction. Dongfang Zhenming truly did not disappoint Su Yao's "good intentions," actually making a move. Yet, much to Su Yao's surprise, the first person to push me away was not Wu Shenghe, but Chen Naimo, who had always silently guarded my back.

Li Xuan by the side was the same; it was a rare opportunity to mingle with the richest man, and she had managed to negotiate quite a few deals over the past few days. Naturally, she wasn't willing to leave just yet.

Thus, feeling deeply depressed, I picked up the wine glass on the table and, ignoring Black Wind's attempts to stop me, gulped down a glass of red wine, right before hearing the sound of those men laughing and chatting away.

She had no idea what those white walls actually were or how they had appeared... but it was certainly evident.

"You're not like them at all! They could never..." They could never compare to you, at least not in my heart.

An Hao smiled happily at his words. Although I know my brother can support me, how can a younger sister constantly rely on her brother? Still, having my brother say those words was enough. I am well aware that no person can accompany me all the way to the end, but I still cherish what my brother said to me tonight. It may not be very realistic, but it warms the heart.