Volume 1 Chapter 40: Guarding the Turf

All these questions remained locked within people's minds, impossible to voice aloud. Without concrete evidence, speaking out would be entirely useless. Only by framing the matter lightly, attributing it to mere coincidence and accident, could everyone be spared a measure of blame.

The flight attendant's expression remained completely unchanged, even though her original intention had been to remind the other passengers to prepare for landing.

Gu Nanxi shook off Xiao Ran's hand, walked straight into the bedroom, and collapsed onto the bed to sleep.

However, this mattered little to Fatty Third and his companions, for they had only a single objective today: to defeat the Crocodile Dragon and the Crocodile Shaman.

"Company Commander, I didn't realize it was you!" Recognizing his superior's voice, the soldier hurried over and handed across his canteen.

"Honey, is something on your mind?" Su Yuhan suddenly asked while giving Li Xiang a head massage, her movements growing even more gentle.

Thus, the three of them and their two vehicles swaggered out of the highway toll booth and headed straight for the Xilamuren Grassland.

Seeming to hear a sound, a person dressed in a blue-and-white uniform spoke into the walkie-talkie in his hand, "What's going on?"

"The old man said that such a serial killer must be a high-智商 criminal, and individuals like that often possess an urge to show off. They love to flaunt their intelligence, which is why, even though he is capable of cleaning up a crime scene completely, he will never do so thoroughly," Cao Xiangzhi said softly.

"You were the one joking with me first," Brother Dacheng said with a laugh, assuming himself to be humorous.

Lifting his sword, he slashed forward. Terrifying sword intent burst forth, filling the void with an endless, chilling aura.

No... it didn't seem quite right either. Ye Feng felt as though he had grasped something in his mind, yet it remained somewhat hazy and elusive.

If possible, Li Muge hoped to use this Dao Discussion Assembly to defeat Han Xiao once. For he knew that at Han Xiao's rate of growth, it would not be long before he became the next peerless prodigy on the level of a Sect Master.

In the end, growing somewhat weary of the persistence, Xuanyuan Wenyha took to the air with Han Xiao, soaring toward a restaurant in the eastern part of the city.

The Longteng Star Domain belonged to the territory of the Xuanyuan Clan, and closest to the clan's domain was the Heavenly Dao Sect.

Lin Feng lifted his left foot and delivered a graceful, confident punt, kicking the vampire's head straight up through the shattered glass dome of the exhibition hall.

Ye Wushuang remained calm and composed, uttering a faint call. His goal was to obtain the Tianyuan Imperial Heart Grass to refine the Nine-Spirited Tianyuan Pill, and there was no need to waste time here.

Subsequently, the city-guarding troops inspected the Grand Preceptor's procession. Every single person in the contingent was examined with meticulous care, save for the Grand Preceptor's carriage, which was left unsearched. As a result, no suspicious traces were discovered.

Yet when they opened the video file, they found that it contained nothing more than a phantom image, making it utterly impossible to discern the intruder's face.

As for divine abilities and secret techniques, which immortal cultivator would ever think they had too many? The sooner one forged a flame-attribute spiritual sword, the greater one's strength would become.

Qin Fei reached out, patted him on the shoulder, and pressed him down into the chair. With a sharp click, the mechanical handcuffs locked tightly around Lu Jingsong's wrists.

Wang Lun shifted rapidly by a few meters, releasing a surge of primordial energy from his palm. The energy lacked any intricate form or technique, yet its accuracy was lethal as it struck directly toward the Overlord.

Gazing over with expressions of lingering doubt, unable to figure out what had transpired, they sensed that whatever it was boded no good and decided it was best not to linger. After observing for a moment longer, they all dispersed.

When Yang Zhiyi's subordinates brought back the news, his entire face flushed crimson with rage, his eyes blazing with fury.

Turo, however, frowned. "I've crossed paths with her before. Just in terms of martial prowess alone, neither of us would be a match for her."

"Are you certain? The Heavenly Flame Golden Finch holds a fairly high status within the demonic beast realm, doesn't it? How could someone pluck its wings and reduce it to this state?" Ye Mu asked in astonishment.

Shortly after, the group dispersed to make preparations for the trip to the South China Sea. Watching them bid him farewell before walking out of the office, Li然 felt a lingering sense of puzzlement.

However, because the personnel from the Fourth Bureau had never entered the main residences of the three major families, they were unaware of the man-made destruction inflicted upon them, nor did they know where the prominent family members had gone after leaving. Consequently, they failed to connect the evacuation of the three families with Wang Lun's retaliation.

Observing Makui's somewhat nervous expression, several S-class heroes felt a sense of surprise. They had never seen Director Makui display such a demeanor, for in their memories, Makui had always been a decisive and resolute man of action, entirely devoid of the anxiety he showed today.

Landing amidst a pile of soft straw, He Chou remained dazed for a brief moment before instantly regaining his wits, casting a vigilant gaze around his surroundings.

Wang Ming pondered for a moment, his figure shifting as he escaped into the earth. Entering the subterranean world, he rode dark clouds across the ceiling of the crustal space, inspecting the entire underworld. Revisiting old haunts, he also caught sight of the lairs belonging to those two fellows, Ancestor Houtu and Patriarch Styx of the Sea of Blood.

I hurriedly reached out to push him away, but he remained immovable. As I abruptly jerked my head aside, his lips brushed softly against my cheek.

Not bad, at least they didn't refer to those overseas Chinese with derogatory slurs. Years ago, people would still use terms like "yellow monkeys," but those days were gone. If anyone dared utter such words today, the streets full of men in black would quickly show them the true weight of those words.

"Put the clothes down! Tell my father to wait a moment; I'll bring Lichuan over right away." Ye Qing casually instructed Qi Ming.

"Honey, have you finally come to your senses and decided to sleep in separate beds with me?" Ye Chenmeng stepped forward, hooking her arm around the man's with a radiant smile.

Yet raw recruits entering the battlefield for the first time, gripped by tension and fear, often began firing their weapons and cannons the moment they caught a glimpse of the enemy. Not only was their firepower difficult to concentrate, but their ammunition consumption was also astronomical. Coupled with the massive logistical drain of continuous combat, this inevitably led to a consumption of food far exceeding normal levels.

"A-Zhen, I've failed you. Let me marry you again in our next life!" Li Kai wept as he said his farewells, preparing to depart alone.

Originally, Yue Ming had hoped to spend a quiet and peaceful Christmas Eve, but now that the "God-Sealing Society" had been brought up again, finding any sense of peace proved difficult, and even his appetite for dinner vanished.

"Our wedding anniversary? Meatbun, you're learning nonsense from television again," Zhibao's serious voice reached Ye Chenmeng's ears through the phone.

Guo Lin was stunned. For the first time, he found himself unable to entirely agree with his master's teachings. In the face of the human race's survival crisis, as a cultivator, slaying demons and protecting humanity was a sacred responsibility.