Volume One, Chapter 68: Son, Your Father Regrets It!

"Two zombie cats!" With his powerful senses, Su Mubai easily spotted the two zombie cats crouching atop the shipping container ahead.

Before long, Murong Tian arrived at the scene, his face filled with shock.

"Your Highness!" Li Luo’s voice sounded strained with pain. I emerged from the shrubbery, and by the faint moonlight, I saw a large tear in his clothing over his left rib.

The moment these people saw the heavenly thunder appear here, it bore down on them mercilessly. Their expressions changed drastically as they let out low growls, conjuring layers of defenses that instantly surrounded them, enclosing them completely.

Over twenty kilometers from Qin Yuan’s residence, in the city lord’s mansion, a tall, obese man was pouring tea for an elderly gentleman whose silver hair was meticulously slicked back. The fat man’s face was plastered with a sycophantic grin.

Not to mention the source of the fortune’s blessing and the doubled reinforcement by fate—just the foundation for reshaping a body must have come from Youran’s sacrifice.

Four glaring silver pillars stood around the altar, each one strikingly conspicuous.

Tang Tuo recalled that Leng Youhan’s hands were still pressed together as though fused; even if he fetched a robe, she wouldn’t be able to put it on. A cloak or blanket would be more suitable.

Zhu Xi lowered her head, her straight, jet-black hair cascading down. Her beautiful eyes were tinged with red. She didn’t speak, simply gazing softly at Su Mubai, who was using her slender legs as a pillow, without the slightest fear of his ever-burning golden eyes.

Everyone was stunned; no one had expected the other side to launch such a brutal, unprovoked attack. Chaos erupted instantly. Facing the people from Clear Wind Monastery, these men seemed to lose all will to resist, scattering in panic like headless flies.

Cui Feng, however, barely listened, his mind preoccupied with thoughts of Zhuang Yao, Ning Chong, and Yang Qingyan, worrying about their whereabouts and safety.

As for the child, she seemed to have found where Wang Xiaochu had died. She groped for the black necklace on the ground, clutched it tightly to her chest, and burst into uncontrollable sobs.

Zai Xun looked at Sa Zhenbing and smiled, but did not reply. Instead, he continued, “Will America agree to the gun and artillery production line?”

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through his back. Another burly man stepped forward, swinging a steel pipe into Wang Xuanlong’s back. The abrupt agony in his spine sapped his strength completely, making him lose balance and collapse once more.

The tremors grew ever more violent, rocks tumbling from the cliffs above the canyon. The cultivators each employed their skills, dispersing and smashing the falling stones. When the shaking reached its peak, the entire canyon floor abruptly stilled.

She was becoming more and more brazen. Gong Qianzhu’s stay in the human realm had been decreed by the Demon Lord himself. For her to speak this way—wasn’t she deliberately shaming Gong Xuanyue in public?

A dull thud sounded. Wang Xuanlong’s fist, brimming with true energy, was effortlessly caught by the Blood Jiao—not with its palm, but with a single finger.

Shi Yi fell silent under Fei Liangyan’s concerned gaze. Should she voice her suspicions about Liu Lingshan or keep them to herself?

“Didn’t Dr. Bighead show us the footage? Tens of millions of refugees flooding in from other provinces, the total rout of provincial armies—isn’t that proof enough? What more do you need to believe that aliens are truly invading Earth?” Esmeralda’s voice was urgent and anxious.

Li Locke thought this was a promising combatant and intended to recruit him, to deal with the Dawn Organization and the coming Fourth War.

Shen Xiayin nodded in agreement. She hadn’t expected Boss Huang to torment her so thoroughly in just two days.

Zhang Chaoyang glanced around, noticing the Lion Dojo master’s office just ahead. He considered sneaking in to hide for a while and searching for any clues.

At that moment, the three of them took the elevator up to the guest floors. Once out, Xu Tingzhi set Orange down.

But Ma Hua knew perfectly well—though Silly Pillar had no formal training, he cooked and hefted heavy pots and pans every day.

Normally, the bodyguard possessed by the child spirit should have stiffened and collapsed instantly, but this man was completely unaffected. Not only did he remain upright, he suddenly surged forward, pinning Zhao Fengsheng to the ground and aiming for his neck with his teeth. Fortunately, golden light flashed in time, sending the bodyguard flying several meters back.

“Is my room very different from what you imagined a boy’s room would be like, Tachibana?” Makoto Murakami poured a glass of iced water.

She couldn’t quite understand why Xu Tingzhi had written these notes. Orange was equally curious.

One of the Lion Leader’s abilities was to swallow living creatures whole. With a rival like the Tiger Leader, however, he wouldn’t swallow him in one bite—he could only hold him in his mouth.

Suddenly, an unfamiliar voice rang in Tartarus’s ear. His expression changed; he raised his hand abruptly and fired a bolt of golden lightning.

With those words, Mo Yu sat cross-legged, waved a hand, and a pile of World Coins fell before him. Vast streams of energy gathered, which Mo Yu effortlessly absorbed.

“So you think I’m just fooling around? How about we make a bet?” Lu Yifan’s lips curled into a slight smile.

But the Ghost Clan’s cultivation was different. They relied on yin energy and all sorts of special spirit herbs; nine times out of ten, the immortal herbs used by humans were useless to them.

Chen Yongfu, however, was filled with envy. No need for deadly combat or rivers of blood—just a hundred paces away and the enemy was driven back. Such a way of fighting was truly enviable.

At that moment, Jiang Jichen tossed the Falling Dust Fairy onto the massive blue bed, and his own clothing exploded to shreds.

The Grand World is a strange place, without the so-called division of star regions. The whole world is a vast, endless expanse, with blue mountains, snow peaks, grasslands, deserts, oceans—every conceivable terrain, filled with opportunities, miracles, and dangers in exotic realms.

For instance, in the Human Realm, he actually saw the Jiang Residence in Qingyue City of the Heavenly Pearl Kingdom—the place he once called home.

Just as Lu Yifan was thoroughly engrossed in playing the new hero Iron Berserker in King of Glory, his phone suddenly rang.

He suspected that Duanzui had deliberately left marks on the prototype, preparing for the next trade.

Chongzhen was still hesitating; Liaodong was his greatest ambition. If he could resolve the situation there, he could safely redeploy frontier troops to deal with the rebels in the heartlands. Once the rebels were crushed as well, he could finally pay homage to his ancestors and prove to the world that he was the Ming dynasty's great restorer.