Chapter 82

But now that Chen Xuanliang had realized the Gate function he had once overlooked, he was completely thrown off balance.

He burned the rest of the scrolls right before Shen Nong’s eyes—except those containing special Leaf Village ninjutsu and Sky Ninja flight equipment knowledge—making Shen Nong, despite his pain, push himself up half his body in fury.

When his vision cleared, Yan hovered in midair, wings flapping, staring down at the ground—now empty of all life.

Now, all of them combined amounted to only eleven Soldier Kings; compared to the enemy, they were short by a full double. On this battlefield, even one Soldier King could decide victory or defeat—let alone a gap of over ten.

Yu Sheng steered the boat slowly forward; as he gradually entered the area, thick fog suddenly rose around them—a vast, endless mist that obscured even his own hand at arm’s length, and even Yu Sheng could see no more than ten meters ahead.

Immediately, the snow-white wings behind her vanished into thin air, and a faint golden glow surfaced across her sleek silver-white armor, dazzling to behold.

The hum of the sonic screwdriver was extremely familiar to Chen Xuanliang—he was, after all, a devoted Doctor fan.

His family was rich, and he’d never lived in an apartment building! But he knew the property prices in Chaoyang District—some had surpassed 100,000, and the average was around 90,000.

After being glared at several times by those inside, she let out a sarcastic laugh. Chen Han tried to rush forward, but we held him back.

Still, he admired Kesa’s grace and magnanimity, for the seat He Xi now occupied was none other than her throne as Queen of the Gods.

Ignoring Hai Mimi’s grip around his neck in the car, ignoring the taxi driver’s lewd glances, and ignoring the innkeeper’s startled expression, Yun Mu booked a room and tossed Hai Mimi onto the bed.

By the time Xia Yang’s wine cup was empty, Budalu finally regained his composure, smiling at the seemingly lazy young man before him—yet saying nothing.

Though surprising, Fan Wubing knew this song all too well; singing it with Zi Qi felt as if they’d rehearsed it, and the result was unexpectedly perfect.

The core competitiveness of a successful OEM enterprise lies in minimizing labor costs to the greatest extent possible, and maximizing this value often demands the strictest management—leading to numerous conflicts.

The fight between Ya Rui and Liu Chengxin had taken place in midair above the courtyard, which now lay in ruins—far from suitable for conversation, and besides, several corpses still lay there, spoiling the mood.

“Linlin’s taking the college entrance exam this summer, right? Which school are you planning to apply to?” Wu Kun changed the subject, acting as if he hadn’t heard Jiang Feng speak.

Yun Mu suddenly felt a sharp twinge in his butt. Since that night in the karaoke bar when Mai Zi had tricked him, he’d always suspected Mai Zi and Hai Mimi were hiding all sorts of bizarre, unconventional schemes—and now he had no idea what they’d pull on him next.

Thus, President Garde could not turn left, could not turn right, could not retreat—he could only grit his teeth and charge forward. As a result, he had no choice but to accept the Soviet Union’s olive branch.

Song Shibō immediately rushed to his teacher Xie Yuxuan’s home, asking after his recent well-being while bringing up his own misfortunes.

In China’s economic development, one urgent issue must be addressed: increasing the share of domestic demand within total demand, establishing an open, large-nation economy commensurate with China’s population, territory, and international standing.

She had clearly prepared in advance—wearing a highly elastic leather suit that exposed her long thighs, the one-piece garment tapering upward to encase her now plump chest after activating her Soul Manifestation.

Everyone present at today’s council may never have met Yun Cang personally, but all knew of his existence.

But while he was still stunned, the iron-helmeted woman had already reached him, raising her bone-club weapon high—and brought it crashing down upon the camp commander’s head.

Wang Dong also emerged as a blue-gold light from the merged shadow; both Yun Cang and Wang Dong’s soul power had been completely drained. Wang Dong slipped into unconsciousness and fell from the sky alongside Yun Cang.

Treat officials like livestock—if they don’t die, keep using them; squeeze every last drop of blood from them to serve the Great Ming.

Though the Apostles’ cores had no facial expressions capable of conveying information, merely being watched through a screen sent countless people into cold dread.

To call Shen Yuzhi merely a friend was indeed excessive, but she wasn’t ready to publicly disclose her marital status.

“I don’t like men. Why are you staring at me?” Fu Zhiyang pretended to whistle, turning his gaze elsewhere.

Having resisted Chaos for so long, despite its own internal chaos, even Odin, the Allfather, didn’t know how much longer he could hold on.

“Wen Ruxu! It’s all your fault! Every insult and humiliation I suffered today—I’ll repay you tenfold!” Qin Yu clenched his fists, teeth grinding.

After laughing, Qin Feng pulled out a sheet of paper covered in intricate three-dimensional lines and handed it to Lin Yuan.

No matter what Yan Moshen said, Jiang Wan gave no reply. She took a deep breath, forcing down the emotions threatening to explode—what could she say? What was there to say?

Of course, the cleanliness-obsessed man sitting far away had seen this too—he figured that even he, using his mental power, could control at most one-third of so many taskers.

This sight left everyone momentarily stunned—but the previous scene had been too violent; they hadn’t had time to see how Jiang Li had moved.

“Where exactly did these children go missing?” Lin Hao asked, sitting down in his office and flipping through the documents on his desk.