Chapter 044: The Banquet (Please Vote with Your Monthly Tickets)

As for the Four Generals of Qingyuan, what could warriors of that caliber possibly amount to in front of her? While it might not be a matter of wiping them out with a mere wave of her hand, ghostly arts had an unexpectedly potent effect on fools.

"You...!" Zhuang Yuyan stumbled as she landed, utterly unable to believe that Bao Tianlin's blade could possess such terrifying might. Before she could finish her sentence, she fainted dead away.

An Luowu considered herself of lowly status, treating Mo Yan with extreme politeness that bordered on ingratiating. Mo Yan, believing that she had enjoyed favor first and seeing An Luowu act with such deferential modesty, treated her with even greater courtesy.

Xiaoyang directly raised his rifle to take aim from below, firing a single shot that struck the target's ankle. As the fellow tumbled to the ground in agony, Xiaoyang's second shot blew his head straight apart.

This was merely an abandoned mystic realm, resembling a desolate desert. There wasn't even a single insect to be found here; where could any danger possibly come from?

"There's no need for that. I was merely guessing; whether it's actually the case remains to be seen." Lin Xiangnan did not hold absolute certainty, but his intuition simply told him that Gou Zhiyong was problematic.

I was well aware that because of that single sentence of mine, countless people would die, yet I still chose to do it. If it had been the former me, who would have sacrificed himself for the sake of all living beings while dragging his companions down with him...

Lin Xiangnan's expression, however, remained grave. He knew that the previous attack had merely been probing in nature; Po Tianpin was not yet taking things seriously, nor had he entered a state of demonic transformation.

Liu Fengheng felt intensely resentful, but no matter how unwilling he was, he knew he must never do anything foolish. If he were to truly seek revenge against Lin Xiangnan regardless of the consequences, the only person who would end up dead in the end would be himself.

Right now, Jiang Mei's gaze toward me was as though she were looking at a complete stranger. Within those indifferent eyes, however, there lingered a trace of sorrow.

"To die—even if I can only take one of them down with me, it's worth it!" Its smile had become distorted, and it roared silently in the language of its clan, recklessly unleashing the energy within its own body without the slightest hesitation.

"Very well then. If you want to stay alive, do exactly as I say. If you dare play any tricks, you'll get to taste the power of this lady's long sword." Emitting a chilling aura of murderous intent, Long Ziyue issued a cold threat.

The implication was that in terms of combat experience, aside from Ma Youwei, who was a recruit just like him, everyone else present consisted of battle-hardened veterans who had spent far more time mingling on smoke-choked battlefields than he had.

The mighty warriors of the Kingdom of Westmarch had already rushed to Harrogath. To her, who harbored deliberate intentions of destruction, that place was practically undefended. In truth, it would have been the exact same even if they had not departed; previously, she had still harbored the notion of ruling this land and converting all of humanity into disciples of the abyss.

Though Guo Jing was reluctant to part, he knew that once they encountered the Mongol army, leaving would truly become impossible. Thus, looking back three times with every step he took, he followed the others away.

Chen Yang raised his hand, and Brother Guang was so frightened that he hurriedly exerted force himself. With a sharp crack, a heavy slap landed squarely on his own cheek, instantly leaving a distinct handprint.

Therefore, was he merely venting and poking fun at her in his heart to steady his emotions—wondering if those breasts were shaped by Muhammad Ali?

Long Ziyue hurriedly took two steps forward to approach the jade coffins, dropped directly to her knees, and kowtowed deeply three times. After all, her ancestors were buried here, so she naturally had to pay her respects first.

Amidst Lü Bu's thunderous roar, sixteen giant halberd projections flew out from the Fangtian Painted Halberd in his hands, carrying a supremely violent momentum as they slashed directly toward Mu Longque.

"All of these vegetables were planted by your grandfather. He can never stay idle and always likes to find something to do when he has free time," Xu Gong explained as they walked along.

Besides, if you were truly so terrified of warrior families, why on earth did you come here in the first place? After all, the moment you set foot in the Dragon Divine Empire, you have an overwhelmingly high probability of running into warrior families.

At this level, let alone getting enrolled, even if Nangong Qing were to smash up the admissions booth, those fellows would still fight tooth and nail to recruit her.

After escorting her home, I recalled that kiss on the way back and could not help but feel a wave of regret and self-reproach. I had dawdled for far too long, leaving my princess lonely for far too long.

The soldiers of the cooperating vanguard army were currently lined up waiting outside the camp gates, having neither come into conflict with the gate guards nor with Bao Chao's personal guards.

Therefore, upon witnessing his actions, the eyes of many people around him revealed expressions of awe, which included Mu Qianxue, who had been observing from the side all along.

The dark creatures not only possessed three supreme treasures, but also boasted a fighting force far superior to theirs. This meant that the wine gourd not only had to suppress those three treasures, but also had to subdue those dark combat forces that far outclassed them.

Chen Xin felt somewhat bewildered. The boss had been doing well, but suddenly decided to restructure, and in the middle of the reform, his position was restructured out of existence.

Ripples of spiritual energy oscillated around the jade sphere, and a heavy, oppressive might emanated from it, sweeping across the entire space in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, Dongli Shi had completely immersed Meng Fugewu's body into the spirit spring, allowing the energy within the spring to nourish her injured physique.

First of all, without knowing the quality of the other party's clothing, these people felt that mailing clothes for free as a gift to the other party was the absolute utmost they could do.

Over the past few months, they had finally managed to regroup, meticulously clean up their act, and work hard to reverse the image of urban career women in people's minds.

Aside from Su Lin and Yu Bai, the remaining young men in the room wore unnatural expressions the moment they laid eyes on Yan Mingshan, occasionally darting furtive glances at him. After stealing a few looks and withdrawing their gazes, they felt an irrepressible urge to look again and couldn't help stealing a few more glances.