Chapter 50: The Day of the Serpent Clan's Fall! (Requesting First Subscription!)

The battle between the Nichei Eight Families and the Yakshas shocked the entirety of Japan.

At least in Japanese history, there had never been a Yakuza war of such staggering intensity.

No one knew how long the Nichei Eight Families had prepared for this war. They had acquired nearly all intelligence regarding the Yakshas, including the illegal transactions of the factions under the Yakshas' umbrella, as well as the officials associated with them.

The Metropolitan Police Department received anonymous emails containing the incriminating evidence of the Yakshas, sufficient for any judge...

Sighing deeply, Hu Ao furrowed his brows, utterly unable to understand why, even with the aid of his divine sense, he still could not locate those few Demon Emperors. By now, he had completely scoured every corner of the Demon Realm without reaping a single shred of value, leaving Hu Ao feeling somewhat discouraged.

"Fengyan, it's one thing that you usually dislike Sang'er, but how could you resort to such a vicious attack today?!" He glared at Fengyan and questioned him coldly.

He barked coldly, "Sit properly." With that, he fished a band-aid out of the box and motioned for me to extend my hand.

A chieftain-class boss above level six possessed a combat awareness roughly on par with Dark Gold and Expert-tier professionals; it was only their massive pools of vitality and abnormal attributes that prevented many players from soloing them.

"Got it, got it!" Hearing his mother's instructions, Xiao Ting could only shrug helplessly before speaking.

Li Hu and Dongfeng shuddered slightly. Although they knew full well this would be the outcome, hearing their leader state it aloud still made it difficult to accept.

The heart that Hu Ao had just put down surged back up the moment Fuxi made a misstep. His body instantly teleported to Fuxi's side, ready to intervene and assist at a moment's notice.

The anomalous phenomena in the sky gradually faded. Out of concern for Hu Ao, Qianyun, Tanwei, and Rongrong had settled the immortals and hurried back early, only to be greeted by Hu Ao's blood-stained and shattered body.

"Boom!" His body slammed violently into the ground, producing a massive crash. He twitched a few times before going completely still.

Thinking of this, Yan Yun waited for a moment, then ceased deliberately softening his footsteps and walked straight toward that room, though he unconsciously tightened his grip on his saber.

Although Qin Shuang's formidable fist force failed to shatter Shi Lei's shield or even force him back a single step,

Once the car drove onto the highway, the scenery outside the window shifted from towering skyscrapers to boundless emerald fields. The wheat shoots in the fields resembled a sapphire ocean, and as the wind swept across, waves of wheat rolled endlessly.

"Hmph! A toad lusting after a swan's flesh. If it weren't for the Helian Sect allowing Wan'er to live here in peace all this time, just based on the fact that you dared to harbor thoughts toward Wan'er in my presence, I would definitely execute you," Yuan Fenglin sneered.

"Hmph! Rest assured, someone is naturally tracking his whereabouts." The First Elder of the White Mist Sect wore an expression of absolute certainty. He dared to appear before the opponent so blatantly precisely to let them know that all of them had shown up—that such a massive force had arrived—while in reality, he had other arrangements in place.

Rouge Red's face was exceptionally flushed; it was no longer a simple rosy glow from within, but a distinct, wine-like intoxication that was almost unbelievable.

At this moment, with a loud crash and a shatter, the courtyard door was kicked open. The county militia member, Gousheng, and Captain Lü all rushed in; the commotion here had simply been too great.

Li Hu was also a renowned general among the Yellow Turban Army, yet upon seeing Taishi Ci's ferocious might, fear gripped his heart. At that moment, Taishi Ci roared and led his troops into the charge.

If someone possessed X-ray vision, they would see that while his skin appeared entirely uninjured, his internal organs had already been completely pulverized by the infiltrating force of the Cloud-Flashing Palm.

"Mr. Gan? Mr. Gan? Ah Gan??" After stating that he would take responsibility for the editing, Jensen did not receive the reaction he had anticipated. You could agree, you could object, but what was this situation of zoning out and saying nothing?