Chapter 41: Qin Shuda Severs Family Ties

At that moment, Manager Guo was sitting directly beneath the glass, utterly unaware of what had happened, yet the reality of it had already unfolded completely.

Even if he were to stay, Seventh Master Bai would never put him to use again; here, he was nothing more than a chess piece, and now, he had been reduced to a discarded one.

To ease her shy and awkward tension, Yu Qing picked up her chopsticks first, preparing to eat her noodles. With a faint smile at the corners of his lips, Shen Du began to eat as well.

However, Bi Yanwei was unsure if Luo Feifei was able to move, so he dialed the emergency services to have a doctor come and check on her.

This peculiar behavior aroused suspicion in Li Sujia. She wanted to probe into the purpose of her and Xiao Hang's trip, as well as the whereabouts and recent status of Liu Hanyang—the latter being her primary objective.

When the scheduled time arrived, it immediately set sail, and the massive academy ship returned once again to the vast ocean, soaring freely.

After all, the army led by Meng Tian accounted for nearly one-third of Great Qin's total military strength. For such a massive force to vanish without a trace upon entering the battlefield was a loss that even the foremost dynasty in the world could not endure. Consequently, after agonizing and contemplating for a full day, the King of Qin ultimately decided to come and inspect the Chasm in person.

This might not align with his usual temperament, but having few capable people at his disposal, he had no choice but to entrust the task to her.

Everything inside the entire shop had become clean and orderly, eliminating any need to waste time on gradual cleaning and tidying.

Geisa and Zhou Yun silently gazed at the burning lake of fire before them. The lake was narrow on both sides, stretching almost endlessly beyond the horizon, yet its surface was extremely wide, appearing like an insurmountable natural barrier.

"I know. Exactly because of that, I don't want to drag her down!" Sun Jian sighed softly, filled with helplessness.

He then channeled his divine power into his arms, holding the sword in his right hand while pointing at the sky with his left. In an instant, his figure flashed right beside Wang Gaofeng.

Following that, the second, third, fourth, and fifth participants took their turns. Their luck varied, with two guessing correctly and two incorrectly.

"Thank you for the bestowal, Lord Divine Barbarian! Thank you, Commander!" Hearing this, Xiang Fei felt a wave of excitement and quickly stepped up to the high platform to accept the reward from Battalion Commander Heijing.

The dark-alloy leather armor was somewhat damaged, but the body was still relatively intact. However, by the time Chen Qian found her, she had been hung from the American flag.

These eight extraordinary meridians were hidden deep within the body, undetectable through internal introspection, and the methods for cultivating them were mastered only by the most supreme sects and noble clans of Fuli.

Looking at those suppliers, Li Shaohui felt a mixture of shame and embarrassment, especially since several of his colleagues from Starlight before him kept casting intentional or unintentional sideways glances at him. Li Shaohui had left in such a hurry that he completely forgot about bringing gifts. Buying a gift now was naturally out of the question, yet attending empty-handed was truly inexcusable. What should he give instead?

"Please, someone save my child!" Right at that moment, from a collapsed residential building not far away, a young mother cried out loudly while frantically clawing at the dirt.

"Then tell her that the next time she comes looking for you, she must let me know immediately," Sister Han instructed once again.

At this point, Angel Qing rushed over. After a few minutes of combat, seeing that their attack yielded no results, the Gluttonous soldiers all flew back inside their spaceship and retreated.

It was like a struggling, faint glimmer within the darkness, a despairing requiem under the night sky, devoid of brute force yet carrying an air that dared to question all living beings.

Secondly, although Dongzi and Lu Yao possessed the strength to seize the shanty town, their foundation was not deep. Furthermore, since neither Lu Yao nor Dongzi was skilled in managing people and territory, it would be far better to let Su Danzi continue running it while they directed operations from behind the scenes.

Jiang Xiyue was already trembling with rage. Pointing a finger at Zhu Kuan, her voice shook as she stammered, "You... you..." Yet for a long time, she could not utter another word.

"No..." Suddenly, the pale-faced Fendai softly uttered a single word. Instantly, the sword intent before her was hooked by a red silkworm thread. Billions of silkworm threads emerged from Beiming Yue's single pointing gesture to neutralize the sword intent, while that illusory nether-world northern wolf had already been bound together by the blood-silkworm threads.

"Below the Earth and Star Heavens?" Liuyun was momentarily stunned, and then he noticed that both Fendai and Huawu had turned their gazes toward him. Needless to say about Huawu, even Fendai was biting her lips, her eyes filled with profound worry.

The next day, Lin Feng woke up early to absorb the purple morning mist. Not long after he finished, Elder Cheng arrived.

"Qin Feng is at the Spirit Vein Realm!" This was the first and only sentence Wu Xiu'er uttered after being led onto the high platform by Fang Yu. It was a perfectly normal statement, informing everyone of Qin Feng's martial arts realm, yet within the context of this alchemist competition, it appeared exceptionally bizarre.

The two of them had originally been locked inside a prison cart. As it sped along, the carriage jolted violently, forcing them to crouch down inside while gripping the wooden bars of the cage. Fortunately, despite the discomfort, they were able to converse, masking their words beneath the sound of the horse's hooves.

"Do not touch inappropriately." Yuan Ning cast a reproachful glance at him. Nan Feng was a good person, but he was certainly no gentleman; not only was he improper when he shouldn't be, but he was equally improper when he should be.

"Damn it, don't you understand human speech?" the chubby boss said, stepping forward as if wanting to shove the dark-skinned man.

Urged on by these people, their hands were once again tightly interlocked. Mi Lan's expression did not change much, bearing only a polite smile.

"A monarch never breaks his word, so it is naturally true. Whatever you wish for, as long as it is within my power, I will do my best to grant it." His gaze flowed like gentle water, brimming with tenderness.

Following the brilliant artillery barrage, the morale of the human troops recovered somewhat, restoring this grueling tug-of-war to a evenly matched stalemate.

"Hmph! How is this any different from the proposition put forward by Rosenthal?!" Emperor Andorenda appeared extremely furious.

My heart was filled with joy; it had finally arrived, and my Demon-Shattering Axe was ready to be forged and refined. My axe met the purple lightning head-on. The purple lightning was entirely absorbed by the axe, demonstrating the extraordinary nature of a weapon forged from mixed divine gold.