Every World Has Its Troubles

Everyone knew that the smooth capture of Wuzhong City without losing a single soldier was entirely due to Ning Rong's ingenious and unpredictable strategy.

"Of course not." Elder Yu's pride and ego instantly swelled, and without a moment's hesitation, he looked at Xue Nuan with a cheerful smile.

Therefore, Fang Xingchen told the whole story exactly as it happened, leaving out only the fact that he came from Earth, and sharing everything else—including how Bai Youming crippled the spiritual power of Elder Fang and Zhang Lanxin.

He couldn't blatantly signal the helicopter, but Qin Yue could think of other ways to draw their attention.

Xuan Yuan turned his right palm upward and gestured gently, signaling Di Yao to speak her mind without hesitation or reservation. Since they were in a partnership, and Xuan Yuan had laid out his own set of principles, Di Yao naturally had every right to state her own requirements and what she needed Xuan Yuan to cooperate with.

Caught off guard by Liu Bei, Ning Rong looked at him with an embarrassed expression, wondering inwardly whether he should pull his hands back.

A satisfied smile graced the professor's face as he let out a long breath, looking completely different from his previous melancholic and brooding self.

However, prepared players wouldn't be easily taken down even without powerful armor, thanks to the mechanic known as "clashing": when two combatants attacked with weapons simultaneously, the weapons would collide, nullifying both attacks.

"Who made the report, and when was it made?" Zhao Hao did not slow his pace despite the police officer running toward him.

At that moment, another surge of palpitation came from within his body. After channeling the stellar energy, the core of the stars, which had been wrapped in the middle of the stellar energy, immediately began to vibrate.

Miyoshi Masayasu was the first to propose this method. A person's energy is limited; no matter how strong Akken was, she could not be in two places at once, and she could at best handle the warfare on one front.

Furthermore, terrifyingly and without exception, the tips of all three hundred-odd machetes pointed vertically straight at these three hundred people.

"Since we've won so much money today, what gift do you want? I'll buy it for you tomorrow." Shen Li pinned Fang Xirui against the wall and asked her.

In addition, there was one more secret, more obscure and known only to the immortals: those who "ascended from the lower realms" also possessed past and present lives that did not exist within the Three Realms, the Five Elements, or the Six Paths of reincarnation.

To put it bluntly among the three tiers of national martial arts: Mingjin (manifest energy) is about striking with the raw force of a fist, Anjin (hidden energy) is about striking with concealed power, and Huajin (transforming energy) allows the whole body to strike. Striking with the whole body corresponds to the boxing maxim: "A feather cannot be added, and a fly cannot alight."

In fact, Mochizuki Yoshimune could also be considered negligent for only discovering the enemy when they had gotten so close, but that was something helpless as well. A force of a thousand troops executing a forced march had to not only prepare for a siege but also detach men for reconnaissance, making it inherently difficult to attend to everything at once.

The enemy would not wait for you. Even though Akken could sense her warhorse's reluctance, she still dug her heels hard into its flanks and charged forward once more.

In the previous manor, because there were no spatial restrictions, even if Qiuyuan kept his Yin-Yang eyes open, it was of no use; after all, once the target ran too far away, he wouldn't be able to detect it.

"To take a step back, what did those words of Uesugi Kenshin mean? To have me kill more monks?" Akken did not want to dwell on Uesugi Kenshin's thoughts, figuring there was a ninety percent chance the fellow was mentally ill.

However, upon catching Shiji's gaze, Daji's newly patched heart—which had been looking rather decent—trembled once again.

Leaving the courtyard, Qing Rang had not expected to witness a scene she would rather not see so early. Hua Shuo rode up on horseback but failed to stop in front of her; despite pulling the reins urgently, the horse's hooves still came to a halt right at the neighboring Fang residence.

Gunshots and screams rang out continuously, with soldiers being devoured by beasts every second. Witnessing the tragic sight before him and listening to the screams, the Great Sage fell to his knees in despair. The Guardian Wings, which had protected the floating continent for five hundred years, were utterly finished, and all of this was due to his own foolishness and naivety.

This was also something that could truly illustrate a genuine progression in one's cognitive understanding of such circumstances.

"How would I know?" Xu Yi replied with a guilty conscience. As a man, he naturally understood Jiang Yue's feelings for Yan Xiaoqiao.

On the fifteenth day of the tenth month, the Xiayuan Festival, ordinary people worshiped the Water Official to pray for deliverance from adversity. Meanwhile, the Bai family village worshipped ghosts alongside the Water Official.

With that, Guo Fu picked up a stone and hurled it toward Lin Tianyao, but Lin Tianyao suddenly reached out and caught the stone between two fingers.

Thinking he had already left, she looked through the gaps in the emerald bamboo grove and spotted a dark head of hair, drooping down in a deeply discouraged manner.

Yan Xiaoqiao thought that if Mu Feng heard this remark, he would probably rush over to fight Jin Guangyan to the death. Just imagining the scene made the corners of Yan Xiaoqiao's mouth curve upward in amusement.

Barely over six years had passed, yet she had already forgotten her master's appearance. In her mind, her master had become merely a blurred face devoid of facial features and emotions.

Qing Rang gradually stopped pushing away the Meng family, because in the words and memories of others, her parents were such wonderful existences. She involuntarily reached out as if to touch something, only to find the space at her temples entirely empty.

The elderly woman was sharp-witted; seeing Li丹若 (Li Danruo) wrap her cloak tightly around herself, she hurriedly smiled and said, "It's cold outside, Madame, Grandmother, let's go inside to warm up." Seizing the opportunity, Li Danruo curtsied to bid farewell to Lady Yan and followed the woman into the front grand reception hall.