Chapter 439: The Dead Corpse of Yin Shi! The Memories of Lu Mingche!

He had once participated in railway construction, so he naturally knew that this sign was meant to mark the route for horse-drawn carts, allowing them to prepare in advance.

The young man was tall and imposing, with sharp, blade-like eyebrows radiating considerable intensity, but a scar across his face marred his overall appearance, prompting sighs of regret.

Old Master Cui silently marveled; as fellow Han people, he agreed to Zhao Yun’s request to protect Xi Zhicai.

Though the sword qi was blocked, the force could not be dissipated—two sharp cracks echoed as both men were slammed into the wall, leaving deep craters before slowly sliding down.

“Actually, my situation isn’t much different,” Noah said to me, then patted my shoulder in an attempt to comfort me. “At least some lords still respect my status enough to deal with me.”

While Ma Qingqing was on the phone, Li Jie also called his father, mother, younger sister, and other acquaintances.

The black and white twins twisted and entwined in complex, intricate patterns. Tanlang grew curious, but after watching for a while, his head—already swollen from countless duties—grew dizzy.

Outside, a long line had formed waiting to bathe; after morning exercises, once the sweat had dried and a stick of incense had burned, a cold bath was the most refreshing thing imaginable.

The minotaur Lukas crashed into the sea like a massive cannonball, sending up a huge spray of water.

For Ileno, a being of good alignment, the smell was nearly nauseating. After following Yan Shao into the city, everything inside stunned her.

Ye Feng frowned; the knife wounds on his body caused him great pain. He said nothing, only made a gesture indicating he wanted to smoke.

The next day, at the exclusive dining hall of Yaya Hotel, Cai Zi invited Professor Tan, Professor Sun, and Lu Dalin.

“Changkong, we’ve come this far—do you think we’ve been followed again?” Fenghuo glanced around nervously.

Zhang Liliang planned to fight on the dam itself, charging over during the transaction; the dam was flat and open, making combat easy without needing to hide. With enough men on his side, even without stealth or ambush, a direct, open fight would still leave him at no disadvantage.

“All together—kill him and avenge the Elders!” Someone below began shouting.

A thunderous boom erupted, shocking everyone outside the arena. Thick black smoke filled the space, obscuring all view of the battle—who had won or lost remained unknown.

After hearing Cai Zi’s words, the dean said: “According to regulations, our doctors are not permitted to make house calls. What makes your patient so special?”

After the matter concluded, Zhang Liliang and Zhuang Na returned to school. Their team had won the match and claimed the overall championship. Of course, Zhang Liliang’s bonus was guaranteed—and Liu Bao Shuang had already prepared it.

She prepared to bow and thank him, but the Immortal Old Man did not release her arm. Worse, she felt him gently squeeze the spot where he held it—her arm involuntarily straightened horizontally.

Carefully checking the time, it truly was quite late; thus, Liu Liang’s thought was entirely understandable.

On the planet half-day, half-night, the Qubis scattered across the globe all lifted their heads.

This was also terrifying—it meant the collision and annihilation of cosmic laws. How could Qin Chuan possibly resist, standing at the center?

Qi Feiyu felt his skin tremble with every syllable as Ji Shaoyuan uttered those three words.

Fortunately, though the primordial Dao wound was severe, as long as Qin Chuan avoided using excessively violent power—like overstimulating his three innate divine abilities this time—he might survive. Another such outburst? Who knew what might happen—total ruin was possible.

Though the Mfsn Society now appeared powerful, Qubi had previously revealed that humans stood to them as livestock stood to humans. Whether this was true, Wu Fan did not know—but he treated it as his baseline standard.

With the faint guidance left behind by Wu Dang Shengmu, Sun Wukong found the Qianyuan Mountain Pear Cave without much difficulty.

In that instant, Jiutian immediately regained confidence. No matter what schemes or tricks, before absolute power, they were nothing but paper.

She looked up, then turned her head, glancing around dazedly, and saw Kou Dong’er sitting up on her right, utterly bewildered.

The heavy infantry was engulfed by ferocious flames. As the wall collapsed, a powerful shockwave radiated outward from the minister’s mansion.

Before them, the previously flat ground suddenly rose into a mound of earth, and a large stone emerged from within. Only when it reached three zhang in height did it stop rising.

He stared at the slightly protruding tip of the battering ram, imagining how it would strike the primer, ignite the massive explosive, and launch a projectile capable of piercing wooden stakes.

In the end, Gu Han and the others left under the sorrowful gazes of Zhang Ruofeng, Cheng Yu, Zhou Fan, and the rest—and from that day forward, they began their hellish, devil-like training.

Everyone else realized it too: Master Chen was dead, and a far more powerful figure had arrived. Jiangcheng’s heavens were about to change.

Because Miaomiao was so important, Jing Xi usually kept it in her space, rarely taking it out in front of others.

After greeting everyone, Li Feibai, Qian Zijun, Tang Xin’an, and the others entered the hall. Zhao Xuefei stepped forward and exchanged pleasantries, then Li Feibai invited them to sit together. He accepted without hesitation, taking a seat beside Qian Zijun, while Li Feibai, Tang Xin’an, and the others sat nearby.

This extraordinary creature’s habitat lay along the edge of the Black Forest, so it often ventured out to attack people near the forest, adding a new legend of a mysterious predator to the Black Forest’s many tales of danger.

This not only stunned the crowd but also deeply shocked Feng Wuyu—how monstrous was his disciple? His talent for sword cultivation was so extraordinary that even the ancient sages of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect a thousand years ago had never achieved such a feat.

Enviously clicking his tongue, Furens noticed a strange symbol printed on the wagon passing beside him.