Chapter 95

The earth shook violently.

The ground, once stable, solid, and unshakable,

now seemed like the sea, rising and falling endlessly, or cracking apart.

Heaven collapsed, earth split, the world trembled.

The scene of apocalypse appeared right before their eyes.

At this moment, Dou Changsheng stood dumbfounded, completely frozen.

This Fate Card, no matter how hard he tried, Dou Changsheng never imagined it would manifest in this way.

Today, to make Ye Ting look foolish, he had reluctantly shown up, only to run into Wang Yuan, a demon of a man—he had seen Wang Yuan’s combat power before; three or five ordinary men couldn’t match him.

No one wanted to remain at the bottom forever; everyone longed for a respectable life, and these shops that rented but never sold gave them hope for such a life.

Fu Xueyi had originally been empty-handed, but halfway through his run, he formed a hand seal, and suddenly a formation appeared in midair—he pulled out a weapon from within it.

A scholar with a thick beard raised his hand to speak; Zhang Keda nodded to him.

Second, prioritize eliminating other factions’ teams; the final targets shall be only the Temple Knights and the Vals Empire’s teams.

The grotesque corpse suddenly roared, its leg muscles twisting grotesquely.

And he himself transformed into a meteor, striking the opponent’s body with a punch as the mantis hesitated.

That scent made one feel hungry just by smelling it; if the bottle cap wasn’t sealed, alcohol would evaporate into the air, but most bottles were tightly sealed—this fermented liquor aroma, to Wang Yuan, was like a smoker catching the scent of tobacco: addictive.

When Xie Ming introduced Zhao Hai, Wang Yuan smiled; Zhao Hai also looked over in that moment, instantly spotting Wang Yuan beside Xie Ming. Xie Ming saw Zhao Hai looking his way, immediately fell silent, and grinned at Zhao Hai.

At this moment, Luo sat in his chair, eyes closed, refining the worldly principles he had comprehended. Around him, countless helicopters hovered beyond a hundred li, innumerable camera lenses were trained on Luo, and satellites in the sky had all shifted over the Pacific, observing Luo’s movements.

“We’ve been doing this work all along, but it’s extremely difficult, since many brothers’ families are in enemy territories—we can hardly control those areas, so aside from sending money, there’s really nothing else we can do,” Liang Wei said.

“Who asked you to care?” Nolan shot him a glare; since they met, this girl had never given Ye Feng a good look.

But in the next instant, the six-void divine sword in Qu Xiangyuan’s hand, radiating blinding golden light, instantly multiplied from one into countless colorful flying swords, followed by a barrage of piercing, shrill whistling sounds hammering against everyone’s eardrums.

He Shao Ping in the studio was equally astonished. He had watched so many of Xiao Qi’s matches, yet never seen him like this.

“In the future, if Hu Hao turns against you, will those soldiers still fight for you?” The Fourth Earl saw the Emperor sighing, knew he was powerless, and angrily addressed the commanders.

“This is Ji Zilong’s battle puppet—I’ve seen it before,” said the Patriarch of the Huangfu Clan suddenly.

“Within three hundred kilometers, our troops can reach them within half a day!” Hu Hao continued to the staff officers, who immediately began calculating; Hu Hao lit a cigarette.

Moreover, after listening to Ling Yunxiao’s words and combining them with his own prior observations, Feng Ye finally began to form a preliminary understanding of undead beings.

Seeing the scene before him, not just Zhuang Fei, even Zhuang Peiyuan drew a sharp breath.