Chapter 674: Shattering the Stars: Shooting the Heavenly Wolf

Late that night, in Xin'an County, located less than seventy or eighty li west of Luoyang, an army was setting up pots and cooking a meal.

Inside the signing room atop the Xin'an County city walls, Li Baochen sat cross-legged on the ground with a calm, composed expression. His eyes were closed, his fingers tapping against his thigh, as though deep in thought—or perhaps merely feigning sleep.

Suddenly, someone pushed the door open and entered—it was Li Baochen's eldest son by a concubine, Li Weicheng.

Unlike Shi Siming, the "domineering CEO" who liked to go to extremes, Marshal Baochen was a

"Soul-Tempering Heaven, Soul-Tempering Heaven—so this is what it means?" Ye Ziluo fell into thought, and after a brief moment of hesitation, he made his decision. Using his divine sense to observe from above the volcanic lake, he could confirm there were no hidden passages or formations here, so the only explanation was that the passage lay within the volcanic crater.

After pursuing for no more than several dozen li, Liu Biao's army, its discipline lax, gradually became disjointed. Suddenly, shouts of killing rose from all sides—Wei Yan led one force attacking from the left, Guan Yu led another attacking from the right. They cut Liu Biao's army into several segments, the head and tail unable to support each other. Liu Biao's army instantly fell into chaos.

Immediately after, they were even more horrified to discover that this man had the audacity to gather the Sea God's rosy glow into the "box" in his hand. For a moment, they didn't know whether to loudly rebuke him or to step forward with curious reverence and ask what the rosy glow actually was, and what method the man was truly using.

The mysterious demonic intent lurking within the spirit platform suddenly transformed into an iron-barred prison cell, and Granny Qingqiu found herself unable to break free. For the first time, she felt fear toward this young man.

Hearing him say this, Zhang Lu seemed to have infinite grievance; tears kept swirling in her eyes, yet she pursed her thin lips and said nothing.

The fourteen-inch television screen appeared only the size of a palm; though it was color, the color transitions were very unnatural, and most importantly, the screen was actually convex. Listening to the evening news anchor's listless voice, Li Er's distaste for television deepened another layer.

Tang Jin couldn't figure it out. When had she become so sincere? Ever since coming out of the special training ground just now, Qin Ruyi's expression had been a bit off—could it be that seeing how impressive I am, she'd developed feelings for me?

In truth, what Tang Jin had said was merely to brush off his "father-in-law." Yet when he noticed the look brimming with attachment in Chen Bingwen's eyes, a surge of warmth suddenly welled up from deep within him.

"That I don't know! Perhaps... it's just a rather clever trick of the eyes!" Bai Yi's casual remark sent Xing Luo into fresh contemplation.

At the sound, Hui Zhan's expression instantly changed. He immediately drew his pistol and pointed it at the door ahead. Watching him hold the gun, my heart pounded—I didn't know whether it was fear or nervousness.

"I say, my good brother, since we've come this far in our conversation, I'll formally entrust Han Jinyong to you. From now on, teaching and passing on skills will naturally be your responsibility!" Zhou Binyi said to Zhang Zhankui.

Zhen Dizhi noticed his hands were trembling slightly. What was going on—was the vow he'd made to Su Ruoyao in his heart not resolute enough, or not steady enough?

Zhang Yunze tightly embraced Wang Yuehan's slender waist. The magnificent pair on Wang Yuehan's chest pressed firmly against Zhang Yunze's torso, and feeling that captivating softness, Zhang Yunze grew intoxicated, sinking deeply into it, unable to extricate himself.

Under normal circumstances, the one likely to advance directly was Bai Xiuluo, or perhaps Brett, with Bai Xiuluo being the most likely—her performance in battle yesterday had been truly formidable.

At 12:30 PM, the plane took off on schedule. It would first fly to Beijing, then change to another direct flight to New York.

Meanwhile, Gu Shaofeng carried the man who had defiled Gu Shaojia out of the venue, found an open space, and directly roused him for interrogation.

If even this couldn't stop the leader and the others from escaping, then what face would they have to continue working under Si Zhanbei?

"Thousand-Man Finger!" Saito Chio gathered all the energy in his body into his right middle finger. His middle finger visibly thickened and enlarged, finally turning bright red. That red point carried heat exceeding a thousand degrees—even steel would melt instantly.