Volume 1, Chapter 35: I Do Not Understand, But I Respect It

Wan Li thought that, apart from milk and freshly squeezed juice, she rarely drank carbonated beverages. Cola and lemon-lime soda included, and even during the most destitute periods of her life, she had never abandoned the eating habits she had formed as a child.

She truly had not expected that this place, which had once accommodated several thousand people, would now be almost completely razed to the ground.

The instant Li Qingshan heard that voice, he knew who it was: Comrade Andrei, captain of the East Slavic Federation team and his comrade-in-arms from the Universal Decathlon Life-and-Death Trials.

“Mr. Huo, how are your eyes feeling now?” Luo Xuran asked softly when he saw Huo Yancheng remove the rimless glasses from his face.

Before those meddlesome would-be referees could think of a way to rescue the unfortunate men being strangled by the neck, they suddenly noticed that the silent carriage seemed to be surrounded by layer upon layer of lines.

Suddenly, a golden shadow drifted out of the house. The blue-robed man’s eyes narrowed, and he instinctively reached for the curved blade at his back.

“Mm. Then let’s make some noodles for lunch.” Ye Jiayin was in the mood for something light as well; strongly flavored food made her feel as though acid were rising in her stomach.

Of course, no matter how vast the postwar devastation might be, holding Iron Crocodile Ridge was the immediate priority—the most important task of all.

Cheng Chumo stood in the midst of the military formation, gazing toward the city wall through a telescope. He saw the hundreds of severed heads, as well as the dispirited morale of the defenders.

At the mention of that name, Seventy-Two and Wang Huajian, standing nearby, both stiffened. They wanted to say something, but knowing Chen Tianxiu’s temper all too well, they immediately shut their mouths.

The situation now was that Li Xuanjing refused to cross the line, giving Andrei the perfect opportunity to seize the championship. If they waited until Li Hongjing was persuaded, the title would be lost.

Afterward, everyone respectfully escorted Li Ruhai, that living ancestor, back to the mountaintop. They then began constructing the remaining buildings and planting trees throughout the entire mountain.

“Forget about that. Have you finished refining the golden dragon’s essence? Have you broken through to become a First-Tier Spirit Venerable?” Yan Shiyi had paid no attention to the ambergris. He was far more concerned with the strength of those around him—the stronger his companions were, the safer he would be.

Seeing how violently his uncle-in-law’s fishing boat was pitching, and looking at the irregular waves churning beneath it, he could indeed conclude that something was stirring trouble below. He simply could not tell whether it was a ghost or a demon, nor whether it was connected to the Flaming Dragon Emerging from the Sea configuration at Tomb Mountain.

All the palace attendants serving the Fifth Prince were beaten to death. The imperial physicians who had originally treated the Fifth Prince were also sentenced to death, but in the end, Consort Ning and Senior Concubine Xia pleaded for mercy. The physicians were spared, though all were dismissed from office, and their entire families were sent back to their native provinces.

“Minister, may I ask what exactly is going on? You said over the phone that a madman claiming to be Hitler had hacked into your Defense Ministry’s computer system!” The President of the United States frowned.

In the end, three were eliminated, and only two passed. Chu Yuner and Ling Tian had yet to be tested.

What was more, this was a competition for formation masters. As judges, they would certainly never allow such a thing to happen.

A moment later, Ling Tian branded the star with a mark of his divine sense. This meant that the star had fallen under his control, and he could naturally manipulate the formation at will.

The moment he flew near the thunderclouds, terrifying lightning that alternated between black and white began to course through the palm of this True God of the Mechanical Race. Looking at Li Yu suspended beneath the thunderclouds, he suddenly hesitated. Even he could not imagine what chain reaction might be triggered by rashly interfering with such a tribulation of lightning.