Chapter 46: Death of the Wild Boar King

Shi Nianqing was completely unaware of what was happening in the live-streaming room, her eyes fixed vigilantly on her surroundings.

How strong is the impact force of a wild boar? A king of wild boars weighing over five hundred catties, in a state of extreme rage, would exert an impact force of at least three thousand catties.

Seeing a nearby tree snapped right in half with a loud crack, Shi Nianqing could not help but feel a shiver run all over her skin.

By the way, she observed the small piglets and sows around her; currently, only three sows were not trapped...

The moment Li Gang appeared, a flurry of thoughts flashed through Lian Chengbi's mind. He suspected that Li Gang might also be a member of the Heavenly Sect, which was why he had thrust that sword out from behind the wall. However, Marquis Xiaoyao showed no intention of holding back against Li Gang whatsoever. The next instant, bypassing Lian Chengbi, he swept overwhelmingly toward Li Gang instead.

This scene left Gu Lin dumbfounded. Following that, he grew even more expectant of today's lunch—the kind of meal so delicious it could make one's clothes burst open. What kind of cuisine were they having today?

Everything had an explanation. If the opponent truly was the so-called Heavenly Dao attempting to destroy the world, then its terrifying power finally made sense.

Jiang Xuan reminisced carefully, and in the end, treating a dead horse like a live one, he casually named a university he had heard of while driving around everywhere over the past couple of days.

These security guards were all retired soldiers who worked out year-round. Aside from having brute strength, various grappling and combat techniques came to them effortlessly.

"Asking the obvious! What gratitude? I just love them, cherish them, and want them!" Xu Fuhai said through gritted teeth, pronouncing each word clearly.

Previously, among the spirits under Du Feng's command, those with heavy blood on their hands were sentenced to death. Those who were forced or had only committed one or two sins had all their cultivation stripped away, and were sent to start anew practicing within the special department, vowing to serve the people generation after generation once they took human form.

Since she had already made up her decision after being questioned by her mother about this matter, Zhen Linjing did not intend to hide it from her family. She wore a shy smile and said, "..."

Over the years, Jing Wuyuan and theYinyue Dynasty had faithfully fulfilled their promise made to Shi Hui back then, never secretly coming to search for Qiye. Although it was unknown whether Xiuluo, Wujian, or anyone else had made contact, at least no one else from the Yinyue Dynasty had ever appeared before Qiye.

Of course, the primary reason was that the opponent's strength was so formidable; otherwise, even if he had provoked any faction in the Dragon Kingdom, he could never have lowered himself to act with such subservience.

The first round of matches lacked any real spectacle. In each matchup, one of the two opponents consistently won with an overwhelming and absolute advantage.

Qiu Qiu was a light sleeper, and the knocking was enough to wake her up. She opened her eyes slightly, let out a yawn, glanced at Li Anan—who had fallen soundly asleep again—and then flipped over, draped a garment over her shoulders, and got off the couch.

It must be known that although the biological sequences of "Filth" and "Old Days" were high in rank, entities of the Old Days were generally half a tier stronger in attributes than those of Filth.

These bodies, completely covered in spiderwebs and dust, were now exposed to the crimson glow of the night. From within them came a continuous, mournful sound of flutes and pipes, lamenting and weeping, accompanied by an unimaginably massive bird-like black shadow that suddenly soared across the high mountain, stirring up all the unknown entities lurking in the darkness.

As Long Baiquan walked, his expression suddenly shifted. He then turned around, took out a handkerchief to cover his mouth, and lowered his head as he coughed incessantly in a muffled voice.

No, no, he couldn't climb over the wall. If someone saw him, the rumors would start flying all over the place again. The crucial point was that he was afraid the local hoodlums would copy him.

Yuan Chen felt as though the Heaven-Covering Kun had something to say to him, and he led the three of them over to the creature. He watched as the Heaven-Covering Kun continually raised its head, as if expressing its gratitude.

However, since there were ordinary people, and they had been specifically gathered in one place, launching a missile might be convenient, but every single one of those people would die.

The drug lord's gaze sharpened. He raised his gun and looked around vigilantly, trying to flush out the person who had fired the snipe.

Old Five Zhao, who hid in the tofu workshop in the town working day and night and had grown prematurely old, had once mysteriously told his neighbors after drinking that Sanli Pavilion was not all that mysterious; his grand-uncle's younger sister had married right into that place.