Volume One, Chapter 169: Men Only Behave When Hung on the Wall

Zhuoma Cijiang said, "Very good, then allow me to test the peerless divine martial arts of the Witch Doctor Sect, Master Yu." With those words, she took two steps forward, fixing her gaze intently on Yu Haitang.

Someone was saying something to me, yet I could not catch a single word—were they truly speaking to me at all?

Meanwhile, Master Ma, Li Mingyan, and Liu Zhiyang hosted a lavish New Year's Eve dinner at the Eurasia Hotel for the Thousand-Faced Divine Hand, the Twin Fiends of the Witch Doctor Sect, and over twenty martial heroes from all walks of life. To avoid suspicion, Zhang Dapao sent his son, Zhang Dong, in his place.

Amidst the frantic, erratic dash shared by Luo Xinghe and the others, the scalpel had already struck deep into the opposing building.

For the power of the Reality Stone operates by altering the properties and composition of leptons and hadrons down to their most fundamental microscopic levels, thereby influencing the rules of reality expressed by these particles, as well as the four fundamental forces.

Zhang Dapao, Li Mingyan, and Liu Zhiyang along with his son were all present here, and Zhang Dong had also arrived after leaving the Winter Group building.

Yet, despite this disguise, Cao Cao was still recognized by the city gate guards. Naturally refusing to admit his identity, Cao Cao shouted loudly in protest.

The transformation in her left arm stemmed from emotional agitation; it was not entirely out of anger, but rather a mix of shyness and astonishment.

Acting as though he knew nothing, Li Yanjiang swapped the rifle in his hands for a Molotov cocktail and hurled it as the enemy vehicle drew close, while simultaneously unleashing a barrage of gunfire from his rifle toward the gasoline drum.

He longed to see his beloved cousin one last time! He had his mother send a letter asking to see her once before he died! No matter how harshly he tormented his wife at home, she refused to leave, and her steadfast devotion had finally softened his heart, causing him to cease flying into unprovoked rages...

Indeed, from the perspective of Hongyi, that prophecy was a matter completely unworthy of belief. Yet at the same time, turmoil churned within his heart, for he knew clearly that his master's prophecies had never once been wrong.

Wu Ding's bronze battle-ax had just batted away a ravenous wolf lunging before him when a colossal wolf reared up on its hind legs directly behind him, sinking its jaws straight into his neck with a solid crunch. Wu Ding's body went limp as he tumbled down from his horse.

"Bang!" With a resounding crash, the sharp claws and the blade's surface collided head-on.

Master An was absent, and Hongye was nowhere to be seen. Could it be that this father and son had finally buried the hatchet, reconciled, and descended the mountain together?

"This matter ultimately concerns the Crown Prince and Prince Chen. Since the Imperial Noble Consort is not present, yet I am here, it invariably appears unfair to Prince Chen. I had best return first, and once the Third Prince and the others have concluded their dispute, I shall return to keep Her Majesty company," said the Empress.

Everyone was certain that such a man was bound to appear, simply because she was... far too young.

To beat a dog, one must still regard its master. Seeing that old Zhang had suffered a loss, Adjutant Ma could not remain idle no matter how formidable the person before him might be. Yet just as he prepared to strike, before he could even react the next second, a pitch-black pistol was pressed squarely against young master Wang's forehead.

The laughter of the Black Underworld Emperor echoed like rolling thunder, causing a piercing pain in people's eardrums. High up in the void, the battle between the two supreme imperial martial artists was gradually tilting toward a decisive victory.

"How is it? Wasn't Xu Jingru's first time quite thrilling?" Li He let out a strange chuckle, and I knew he would act just like this.

"The Fourteenth Form of the Furious Dragon Fist." Xiao Wangba had lost his mind with desperation; there was no other choice. The combined strength of his opponents remained formidable, and twice was his absolute limit for unleashing the Fourteenth Form. With no alternative left, he had to fight with his life on the line.

"It's fine, we will find another opportunity! I believe our bond spanning so many years will not snap so easily," I said.

Although Wutian's operational efficiency was commendable, he was ultimately far too impetuous, failing to consider many matters thoroughly. Yeluo worried that mishaps might occur.

Yet, following Lin Fei's booming shout of "General!", the smile on Uncle Hao's face froze. At some unknown moment, one of Lin Fei's horses had advanced into a blocking position, followed closely by his cannon delivering a checkmate directly against Uncle Hao's veteran general.

"What on earth happened? How could she fall down?" I truly had no idea what I had missed just moments ago. If only I had rushed out immediately upon seeing the dark figure in the tent, if only I had not hesitated, perhaps none of this would have happened.

Zhong Kui waved his hand, his gaze falling upon the spot where Haochen and the others stood. Upon catching sight of Haochen, a trace of anger surfaced on his face as he strode directly toward them.

That was a certain Saturday in the latter half of 2012. Xueqi happened to be watching television when I returned home, and seeing me lugging two massive objects, she immediately scuttled over like a little mouse spirit, her two pitch-black, sparkling eyes examining them with intense curiosity.

Steadily calming my mind, I held up a candle and crawled into the cave. No sooner had I entered than a chilling gust of wind swept through, causing the flame to flicker a few times before being instantly extinguished, plunging everything into pitch-black, blinding darkness.

Si Zhanbei smiled and recounted the details of this mission. Only then did Sheng Fenghua realize that Lin Xue had actually been allowed by Si Zhanbei and his men to participate in this operation.

Despite saying that, upon entering the supermarket, Liu Qing deliberately picked out some fine items, such as premium tea leaves and exquisitely packaged tea sets, which totaled seventy or eighty thousand yuan combined.

Once the photography session concluded, Li Linlang looked at the photograph with a hint of regret. It was not entirely perfect; Yanyan's gaze was not directed at the camera lens.

Yet Qin Xuan's recent move had nearly wiped out all the campus loan operations in Shoucheng. If paying off Qin Xuan could make him call off his dogs against them, that would certainly be the best possible outcome.

These dreams were all fragmented scenes and disjointed dialogues, devoid of any coherent plot, with many of them even repeating continuously.

What this young man had said about her turned out to be accurate to a remarkable degree; even the parts that were mistaken differed by only the tiniest margin.

Zhang Youren likely snapped back to reality as well, shifting his buttocks in shame as he tried to conceal the damp patch beneath him, though the ultimate result was that his entire pair of trousers was soaked through.

Nor would Zhao Xiang bother to watch others flaunt their superiority, nor would he go out of his way to show off himself. To be frank, Zhao Xiang felt certain that his own presence would leave everyone utterly stunned, but as the saying went, there was simply no need.

This was a high-position double-screen tactic. Gentry fully utilized the technical characteristics of Nash and the other two players, making it somewhat troublesome to defend. However, Li Zhe felt it was acceptable; in order to break their scoring drought, the Suns resorting to a non-run-and-gun playbook amounted to crippling their own strengths.