Volume One, Chapter 97: Ending the Partnership

Fortunately, Poseidon had long been prepared for this kind of accidental injury from Zeus and swiftly dodged to the side.

Those domestic films that reflect human nature or expose certain ugly phenomena within the country may not pass censorship at home, but they are still somewhat popular on the international stage. Yet, as for their box office performance and reputation overseas, it’s better left unmentioned. The reasons for their popularity among foreign distributors… are hard to say.

Back when they herded lambs together, the three brothers often gathered for drinks, skewers, and idle chatter. But since their transformation from Mongols to “adorables,” after switching to legitimate professions, gaining wealth, fame, and honor, their lives grew busier and their chances to meet became fewer and farther between.

The union of the two major powers in the Wasteland was already tinged with an air of fantasy. Many predicted that this marriage would be rife with complications, though most believed the problems would arise after the alliance. Yet now, trouble had already emerged before the wedding even took place.

Those wings of light had fringes that fluttered like silk. When fully unfurled, they spanned three to four meters, radiating a soft golden glow—holy and resplendent. The only thing that puzzled Wang Yan was, despite the wings’ dazzling grandeur, the young woman’s attire was plain and simple: a T-shirt and denim skirt.

The four demon generals and a certain barbarian soldier all stared with wide, hollow eyes, their expressions as if they had just swallowed a lump of excrement.

Before the battle began, a soldier hurried over to Yuan, anxiously handing him a brief message.

However, this pool of blood was not red; instead, it was a yellow-green mixture, much like pus, streaked with some whitish clots, all the while emitting wisps of white smoke.

The true “liveliness” of Wild Boar Forest came at night; in broad daylight, few people cared to visit.

All those present were representatives from various nations. As officials, they naturally did not wish for their countries’ future survival to rely solely on a single company.

That place had originally been a pit dug by humans, used for extracting human souls and holding rituals. Now, it served as a convenient dumping ground for the corpses.

But Fu Zhiyuan was clearly an exception. He seemed to lack any business acumen and was far less successful in his career than his younger brothers.

All the top factions, upon learning of the destruction of the Great Qin Dynasty, immediately dispatched their own people to investigate.

In business, all kinds of customers must be faced. Mu Tianxiang took a deep breath to remind herself to stay calm.

Under the incredulous gazes of teachers and classmates, Pei Xi gradually changed; he stopped being late for morning classes, paid close attention in lessons, no longer napped or played with his phone, and even raised his hand to answer questions from time to time.

The soldiers, overjoyed, forgot to catch the Heir of the Duke of Jing and the eldest son of the Duke of Ding, whom they had tossed into the air.

Thus, Jiang Ye, utterly helpless, followed his son for the first time, sneaking behind a stone pillar. He watched as Ye Musheng entered, only to see him anxiously run out again upon finding no one inside.

The commotion instantly startled everyone in the hall. Before they could react, a sharp spear shot forth, under the ugly gaze of Dan Yun, and embedded itself fiercely into the wall above his head.

“You said it doesn’t matter, at least we’re a good match now,” Gu Mochan followed up, singing softly with endless affection.

In just a few breaths, the once sand-covered plain became spotless, allowing one to see for a hundred miles in every direction.

Not only Dawson himself, but everyone in the conference room except for Yang Li stared with mouths agape in astonishment.

He never intended to remain the King of Haizhou forever, treating Haizhou merely as a stepping stone.

I told myself inwardly that I’d have to burn this dense forest—it would make searching for golden leaves much easier.

Toward this man, there was nothing but loathing. Even those beautiful memories were now shrouded in dust.

The Houston Rockets’ six-point lead persisted until the final forty seconds of the game.

On the Rockets’ side, their core player, Big Yao, had taken twelve shots in the first half but made only four.

If, in the past, he had the nerve to challenge Tang Fan, now he didn’t even have the courage to fight him.

In contrast, certain players like Murong Fu, who are still active, and his contemporaries, have all elevated their historical standing with his “help.”

The crown prince seemed to sense danger. He frantically retreated several steps and unleashed another blast of spear light.

In the end, his naked body was stripped bare—even the glossy black hair on his head vanished in wisps of smoke, while scattered gold and jade ornaments clattered chaotically to the ground with crisp sounds.

It was just like the tragic scenes when they once preyed upon their own kind by every possible means. Now, they had all become food for others. Before they died in agony, their faces—smeared with blood—were etched with perfect portraits of pain. And pain, at its extreme, is distortion.

Arriving at the village entrance, the battle there was essentially over. Though He Xing and his group tried valiantly to break out, they couldn’t withstand the demons’ encirclement from all sides. In the end, their attempt failed, and the entire force was annihilated.