Chapter 154: The Rampaging War Machine!

After calming his breathing, Yuan Xing prepared to clean up the battlefield and replenish his ammunition.

When the birds are all gone, the good bow is put away; but what if the birds are not all gone? The good bow must always remain at its sharpest state! Thus, at this moment, Long the Young Master shamelessly played the role of a “half-traitor.”

“Our Qi Ling Sect hasn’t even bid yet! How can this sale be finalized!” Another Qi Ling Sect disciple could no longer hold back and shouted out in protest.

Very few people, like Zheng Ji, would stroll leisurely through the night upon reaching their destination; those exiting the airport, whether tourists or returning nationals, would immediately hail a taxi, as if racing against life itself toward their hotels or homes.

Chen Jing sat motionless; the River God Temple atop the embankment stood silently amid heaven and earth. He was merely part of the world’s mainstream, for countless beings still existed in heaven and earth even after losing their physical forms.

But this He Xin was utterly clueless—he dared to bluster here, right before his face, threatening to kill, and even called him foolish. If he let him walk away unscathed, it would be utterly unjustifiable.

“No wonder you’re the Alliance Order’s chosen leader—truly exceptional. Chu Tianyu, wait for me—I’ll come face you myself.” Lan Xuan’er instantly relaxed, her radiant, rainbow-hued smile returning to her cheeks.

Everyone present was laughing at Chu Tianyu; just moments ago he was “invincible,” now he looked like a sick cat—the contrast was indeed extreme.

Su Zimo typed those words on the keyboard, posted them as her latest Weibo update, then ignored them entirely.

Saying this, Liu Tian poured all her martial energy into wrapping Han Yan’s body, then, in the wind-swept space, propelled her slender form toward the teleportation array. Amid the rain’s melody, Han Yan’s body floated like a lotus sinking into a pond—more exquisite after being bathed in water.

The punch aura he unleashed was equally fierce and dominant, colliding with Zhao Fan’s to unleash earth-shattering force. The destructive energy surged relentlessly up You Ming’s arm, filling him with agonizing, heart-rending pain.

Though Linlang herself was now splattered in blood, her exquisite Tang attire torn to shreds, her stunning face utterly disheveled.

Unfortunately, to avoid revealing his location through the sacred artifact’s power, Tang Lichuan could only use his true body’s plain strikes with the faint wind and sparse moon—otherwise, the assassin wouldn’t have merely suffered a wounded arm.

“At least in bed, I can reluctantly let you be on top? How’s that?” Shen Fei chuckled.

“So you remembered that earlier memory?” Yang Liu exclaimed excitedly. Mu Yao frowned and shook his head. “No. But I don’t know why—I just blurted it out… Yang Liu, did I say the wrong name?”

Regardless, Qin Feng decided to pay a visit to the Chu family—to meet his paralyzed fiancée.

Su Yuheng let out a low laugh, raising his brows to look at her, only to see a trace of melancholy in her smile.

His first strike missed; yet Hu Lingshi, who had been attacked by the thorned vines, did not fall into grief or rage upon hearing Ye Sha’s death. True to the cold-blooded nature of a killer and the expected composure of a Black List elder, he gently clenched his palm—Ye Sha’s corpse immediately swelled like an inflating balloon.

Jade Flute Immortal said: “Huan Meng Immortal, you’re truly a clever little devil—never forgetting your playful side, even now.” With that, he sighed and shook his head.

Watching the scene before him, the internationally renowned Robert widened his eyes and muttered, his face ashen.

“After packing the clothes, just ship them directly to my husband’s company!” With that, Bai Shao and Yi Ren walked toward the door.

“What kind of pill is this? I’ve never seen anything like it!” Instantly, Yin Xingyi and the head of the Three Cities Alchemy Guild rushed to Jiang Muling’s side, eager to sense the pill’s potency up close.

“Zhao Xu, you…” Zhang Xiu sensed the barb in Zhao Xu’s words, the sarcasm—immediately assuming Zhao Xu was a hypocrite who said one thing and did another. He flew to his feet, roaring.

Though she didn’t wish to share the stage with Ding Min, she had no reason to reject an opportunity for her own advancement.

The shirt wasn’t the modern, conventional style—it had batwing sleeves and wasn’t fitted at the shoulders like current trends, but followed the later-era popular dropped-shoulder cut.

Yet at that moment, a crisp voice rang out—several figures in police uniforms approached from afar.

The two armies clashed fiercely; Guan Yu, Zhao Xu, Zhang Fei, and other fierce generals darted through the chaos like flying birds, charging left and right, drenched in blood.

“But this Muniu Liuma… isn’t it your brother Ye Chen’s…” Bai Li Dengfeng still remembered Ye Chen’s words—how much effort and rare materials he’d poured into this Muniu Liuma—so he hesitated to agree outright.

The atmosphere in the car grew heavy. Ning Mingfeng tried several times to break the silence, but failed.

Mo Li didn’t tell her parents about her encounter in the mountains, for she believed the less they knew, the safer they’d be.

Karina wore a loose robe, her long hair dripping wet against her skin—a beauty just out of the bath.

When Tie Ying received this news, he turned livid with rage—worse still, the report stated that the Flame Mercenary Corps possessed six full legions—this shocked Tie Ying deeply.

As the sun rose high, Chang Yu led his Personal Guard and three battalions ahead, accompanied by Li Muxian and his disciple.

Yang Xingguo frowned. He’d have to take them to see a European refugee camp—otherwise, Ruan Dashan’s mindset was dangerously off.

“Let me handle it—I have experience…” A hand reached from the side, gently pressing down Zhang Cheng’s.

After hearing this, Long Ge flew into a rage. “What kind of adoptive father is this?” He looked at Lin Wantiang with pity. Lin Wantiang lowered her head in silence.

Perhaps many wonder: why are black mercenaries so formidable, yet made the elementary mistake of aiming for the heart instead of the head?

The other apprentices were the same—yet they didn’t have Adam’s complications; after just one step, they were cleared to proceed.

Whether or not Luo Shen and Mu Hanshuang knew each other, regardless of their past relationship, Leng Ye had no intention of giving up.

Wu Yuxin didn’t open the door precisely because of his instruction: no one but him was allowed entry.

Her life was his to begin with—to kill or to keep for amusement—wasn’t that only natural?