Chapter 86: The Great Counterattack!

He had half a bag of pineapple buns on his legs and was slowly eating another one in his hand.

After leaving the gym, drenched in sweat, Li Quan took a shower and went straight to the classroom without eating.

Though Gao Teng seems eccentric, his network is wide and his nose is sharp. I want him to give it a try.

A violent explosion erupted—Lang Qi’s body shattered into pieces, and he lost consciousness. In the haze of that moment, he heard the voice of the Supreme Deity.

It used to be that way, but now sorcerers hold higher status than gu masters; true masters of sorcery are invariably masters of gu as well. Meng Jie rubbed her head—this appearance of the Blood Worm gu had left her thoroughly exasperated.

In comparison, Brother Dao was even lower and closer to the ground; from this perspective, he was more likely to have been bitten by the vicious dog.

“Then why did you still act?” Mao Li’s anger eased slightly; he released the werewolf’s collar and spoke coldly.

The reason he brought Ouyang Qingcheng back was to see exactly what she intended to do.

The Xuanyuan Sword continued its devastating advance, piercing a massive hole through the skeleton’s abdomen; bone shards sprayed everywhere, raining down like a storm of bones.

“Don’t move—Feng Ling has been poisoned by corpse toxin; he hasn’t fully transformed into a zombie yet, so I can still control him!” Zhu Qi was drenched in sweat; it was clear holding Feng Ling down was no easy task.

Li Yuan could only smile bitterly. Though this son was extraordinarily rebellious, his mind was not sharp—he had no solution, but now he could only hope this would slow the Qiang Empire’s invasion. His army numbered only a little over three hundred thousand.

Xu Yan’s practice of the “Xu Xian Sword” was, in Xiao Sha’s view, quite respectable in the mortal world.

Master is suspicious; once she said that, Master would take it to heart. If Gong Mingyu marries into the Hu family, the girl is lucky; if anything goes wrong, she’ll have no status at home—this position as the principal wife belongs to her alone. Piao Hong is merely a sharp-tongued, aggressive actress; how could she possibly compete?

Yue Meng saw from afar how Gong Xueying, meticulously dressed, stole a glance at him with a sidelong look; he sneered inwardly—pretending to run into him by chance? What was she up to?

Both sides clashed, each seeking to swallow the other; but since they were evenly matched, neither succeeded.

The patrol team’s numbers suddenly dropped; just hearing this raised suspicion—it easily suggested a mole within.

The three began to deliberate—in Yuan Shu’s army, Ji Ling commanded a hundred thousand troops, advancing toward northern and northwestern Yangzhou, their army radiating murderous intent.

Finally, upon taking the seat of the top-ranked thirty-year-old, he suddenly realized his dream.

She shook Xiao Sha’s arm: “But what? Brother Xiao Ye, have you been moved?”

These past days had utterly overturned Li Zheng’s worldview; his fear of Jiang Feng had transformed into outright trust.

He picked up the documents in front of him, flipped through them—a talent agency named SKY. Lin Qihua remembered it; it had once been one of his targets, a mid-tier company in the industry with several capable artists under contract.

“Boom…” A colossal jade-colored royal sword slashed across the sky, surrounded by ten thousand swirling sword lights; each ray carried the will to assimilate heaven and earth—wherever it passed, the thunder in the sky froze solid, turning into glistening, warm jade.

The man was no ordinary fellow; after a momentary lapse, he snapped back and swung his hand, unleashing a palm strike. Xue Hao’s eyes flew open, brimming with killing intent, his pupils speckled with blood vessels—eerily grotesque to behold.

After several episodes, the members of China’s national team became wildly popular in Japan, their popularity skyrocketing.

Lu Tian casually tossed the two pistols aside; with others present, he couldn’t just take them.

The video of Lin Qihua’s performance was quickly uploaded online, views surging and climbing rapidly into the top rankings of the video platform.

Duan Tianya and Shangguan Haitang, watching from the palace ceiling, suddenly narrowed their pupils, their resolve wavering slightly.

“Alright.” Li Zixuan nodded, edited He Yanlin’s words slightly, and sent them out.

“You really care about health—tea after meals, so good and so healthy. Unlike us—we eat meat, drink cola, and all get fat.” Anjilina giggled sweetly.

“Shall we go invite them?” he asked softly. Before he finished speaking, Nan Kongqian instantly understood his meaning—he gasped in surprise, nodded quickly, fell silent, then walked with Han Yanchen toward Madam Youluo’s room.

The battle there still raged, waves of malice rolling skyward, driving civilians into a valley and then mercilessly trampling and slaughtering them.

Being kept as a mistress—whether in the past or now—was despised. This behavior of his son was, to Wu Aiguo, an unforgivable disgrace; without a word, he stepped into the house and began yelling.

“Nonsense—it should be my younger brother treating Brother Wei. I’ve already booked the restaurant; let’s go now.” Wu Hua smiled warmly as he accompanied Wei Jingshan.