Chapter 412

On the other side, Qi Yin and Shang Ran had already fully suppressed Zuo Dongge.

Yet both men shared the same mindset as Chai Boxi—they did not unleash their full strength to attack Zuo Dongge, merely holding and trapping him, preventing his escape, waiting for the right moment to strike him down in one blow.

But how could Zuo Dongge allow them to succeed?

Moreover, if this continued, Xia Daoming would never get the chance to ambush Qi Yin.

“Kill! Kill! Kill!”

General Qingzhi, a Frozen Human with the Natural Ice Fruit ability, has weaknesses against high-temperature Devil Fruit powers—such as Ace’s Mera Mera no Mi and Akainu’s Magu Magu no Mi, both of which are his natural counters. Having acquired Akainu’s Magu Magu no Mi ability, I hold a Xiantian advantage.

“Release the General.” Several large men aimed their rifles and pistols squarely at Feng Er; most had entered the dense forest to hunt down Ji Xiang and Ru Yi, leaving only these few as Cheng Changsheng and Qin Tianpeng’s personal bodyguards.

Cui Haoyuan’s expression changed—he had indeed bribed the referees during that home match in Han, ensuring their path to victory.

Old Wang’s main task was checking these blind spots; the security captain had instructed him before going home that he was now in charge of all security for the group. Anyone who served fifteen years at Tianhua Group received a pension—he didn’t want to lose this job right before retirement.

“Is that so? But I can kill you easily now, to avenge Master Chou.” Man Wu’s face twisted grotesquely.

Zheng Fatty may have used me as a pawn and discarded me afterward, but the Qiu Foxes are preparing to stir up trouble—big trouble—and I can’t afford to let my guard down.

“Brother Er Gou, thank you so much. Han Guang is truly fortunate to have a brother like you,” Ying Wuming said, his heart stirred with emotion.

Dong Zhanyun began using the Shuo Jin Stone provided by Madam Wu as a continuous source of true qi for inscribing spiritual patterns—one, two, three… Dong Zhanyun gradually focused entirely on the quality of the patterns, no longer concerned with their quantity.

“What! Are you messing with me?” Luo Yuhang, beside him, heard the man’s tone and exclaimed—this fellow was talking about ten or even eighty thousand right off the bat.

A deafening dragon roar echoed through the entire room; Feng Ge’s hand on his chest was violently repelled—if not for his cultivation, he would have been blasted backward.

“They believe this warship’s combat power is far inferior to that of battleships, and its design is immature; whether it will ever enter naval service remains uncertain, so they…” Chen Ning replied.

“Mr. President, if you can’t do it, just pass the buck—delay one day at a time. We simply don’t have the money to pay the Boxer Indemnity,” Finance Minister Xiong Xiling suggested.

This was Cui Feng’s deeper understanding of the Spirit Bullet Chain Technique—allowing his dark spiritual energy to gather in his palm, enabling him to hurl it at will or unleash it in rapid succession; he now wielded this spiritual art with increasing ease.

Cui Feng smiled without comment; if no one were around, he would leave no survivors—he preferred adding two more lingering souls to the Ghost Banner.

The cosmic space, once filled with enemy vessels, suddenly became utterly empty—all the enemy ships, bloated like fat flesh suspended in midair, vanished into the vacuum of space.

“I…” Moreck had not yet answered when a burst of static crackled through his earpiece—his words were abruptly severed, and he fell silent.

Kang Jinghui, having done these things, believed his child’s death was caused by Li Qi Shen and Qiao Muwan—if he hadn’t fallen into destitution, his child would never have died.

On the surface, he remained the underground leader; in truth, he was an undercover agent, targeting all illegal and corrupt dark activities.

The intimate interaction between the two left the nurse beside them stunned; the person hiding around the corner looked displeased. Only after Mu Wanqing heard the footsteps fade away did she step out from the corner.

What a considerate, kind girl! Ning Chuyi, hearing Cai Zhen’er’s voice, couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.

I must admit that although I had prepared myself, I gradually became interested, my attention slowly drawn into Li Yaqin’s story. From Yang Ziyue’s words, I knew he had listened with complete focus—this only further fueled Li Yaqin’s desire to speak.

After blocking another wave of attacks, Chen Mo ordered Lao Wan to release over a dozen super-sized divine beasts to attack Gao Gezi and his group.

After placing the order, nothing happened. Curiosity killed the cat—Fang Zhang’s curiosity about such things had long faded. No occurrence meant the best outcome.

Ji Shuyu felt Gu Beiting’s body tense instantly; though she didn’t know what had happened in his family or why he was so disliked, she sensed his suppressed restraint.

“Master Gong is the one most eager for revenge, isn’t he? After all, my Buddha Hall remains intact, while you wander as a beggar!” The Buddha smiled gently, countering softly.

“Commander Dan is too kind—Yang feels ashamed. I failed to hold the border, allowing the Great Zhou army to march straight in. I have truly betrayed the Emperor’s grace.”

Lu Jincheng was still outside; she had rushed out in haste, wearing only a base layer. The night breeze blew gently, carrying a faint chill.

Unexpectedly, the black-clad youth had returned, yet none of the four Qihuo Palace’s early-stage Four-Union experts had come back—this was hard to accept. Four early-stage Four-Union experts couldn’t defeat a single Foundation Establishment cultivator at its peak? Even if the youth had some unusual trait, it shouldn’t be this extreme.