Chapter 144

In the original, Chōmon attacked Konoha, and after being persuaded by Naruto and using the Reincarnation of the Heavenly Life Technique, he died shortly afterward.

A massive golden lotus phantom, shimmering with golden light, suddenly appeared like a shield, enclosing Sun Cheng. Countless scorching shards fell one by one, striking the golden lotus phantom, yet only stirred faint ripples—leaving no effect whatsoever.

“My girlfriend’s also in Mingxiu Camp—can we meet up? It’s been half a year!” The soldier scratched his neck sheepishly, his sun-darkened face beneath the helmet earnest and simple.

“Do you still want the Spear of God-Slaying?” Perseus, utterly oblivious to the mood, spoke up at this very moment.

“My lord, those bandits have all surrendered—what’s our next move?” A battalion commander asked.

“No, Mr. Masrani, you can’t do this—I just contacted the company board, and they want to minimize the fallout. If we report this to the military, Jurassic Park is finished!” Claire rushed forward, pleading.

“Well done!” Chang Fei’s voice was excited, but his expression wasn’t relaxed.

After leaving the restaurant, Qin Ke’er was still angry—her best friend had done something like this; how could she not be upset? But mostly, she cared about Fang He’s feelings.

“No, I was just guessing—you said your father likes pu’er tea and that it was a gift from an old Chinese friend—I assume that old friend is your teacher?” I remembered Father Wilson; when he mentioned China, I paid special attention.

“Many worlds contain Earth, and in many of them, the concept of ‘human’ still exists—whether in appearance or true race, correct?” The Emperor’s Weapon said coolly.

“Understood!” The tall, thin student nodded, turned, and dragged the long line behind him like a snake, winding through the narrow corridor and, clinging to the end of the queue, led Chen Yu to the lab window.

“How do you account for using me as a shield without my consent?” Chen Wei rubbed his shoulder and asked.

Upon hearing Captain Wang’s call, the soldiers said not a word—they immediately gathered in a clatter.

After a long while, his emotions settled. Chen Yu sat up, staring at the five products on his watch screen, torn in indecision.

“...” In an unremarkable corner seat, Liu Weier wrapped herself tightly.

Waiting for the wormhole to vanish naturally, Chen Yu took two steps forward, broke the seal, and pulled out the rectangular object inside.

“You stubborn fool—are you really going to keep resisting?” The knight’s tone grew increasingly furious.

Yue Hua Shuang smiled. She had come out today specifically to support Yue Hua Yun, so she had to do it well.

It was easy to understand—after all, who among the civilians outside the army wouldn’t want to touch a real gun? Yang, the junior lieutenant, understood Qin Fangzhi’s feelings.

“I am... Bubuke of White Tiger Village! The mountain’s tiger... never yields to... threats!” Bubuke’s face flushed red as he rasped slowly.

“...” [Swordbearer of Chang’an] caught the “Blue Flame” thrown by Matt, then watched Matt return. As he gazed at Matt’s retreating figure, the massive shield he had long planted on the ground faintly glowed red.

Ning Xi was genuinely sincere—she had lowered the relocation standard slightly, following the level of post-era demolition.

Jing Xuan fell into thought, silent for a long while. The others let him think, not daring to interrupt.

Xia Wushuang moved slowly, one palm tracing an arcane path as it swept half a circle, then lightly slapped toward the sixth-rank Nascent Soul leader.

Although absolute accuracy couldn’t be guaranteed, it wouldn’t affect the device’s normal operation.

Because he had roughly estimated that, given this warship’s defensive capability, conventional missiles would struggle to damage it.

If past Qi absorption had been a slow, trickling stream, today’s level was a raging river with high waves.

Even Peng Jin, a seasoned veteran, couldn’t help but marvel—this scenery was never boring, no matter how many times he saw it.

With a sharp crack, the orb shattered visibly, then the sword qi slipped in, piercing Bai Ye’s chest before vanishing into nothing.

Yang Chan had long known this day would come, but when it finally arrived, though a flicker of fear stirred in her heart, more overwhelming was happiness, joy, and anticipation.

Yet some exceptionally gifted disciples, without applying themselves, were fiercely contested by the Thirty-Six Academies.

All eyes turned toward Fang Dong—there, several drops of blood hung strangely suspended in midair.

Saying this, she tossed the mirror onto the table, crossed her legs, and lay back on the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Even though Jun Huan had been lost for so many years, Lu Junyan still kept this habit.

Deng Yingfa excitedly swung the captured Chu army saber, charging ahead into the county troops’ formation.

“Don’t hit my sister!” A soft cry came from the classroom door—likely due to excitement, she burst into a long fit of coughing after speaking.