Volume 1, Chapter 52: Heavens Above, the Wrath of the Gods Has Struck!

Haste makes waste; no sooner had Qiao Xun stepped out the door than he took a clumsy, face-first tumble.

Lin Huihui lay there with her eyes closed. At first glance, Su Rui furrowed her brow tightly, finding that face far too gruesome to behold. Walking closer, she immediately sensed something was amiss: someone with a fractured arm had actually not been given a cast? With that thought, she turned around and prepared to leave.

Yet King Gesar was so legendary that many Tibetan compatriots would suddenly acquire the ability to chant the epic of King Gesar overnight.

The Blood Blade appeared silently in his hand, and Li Kongxue's figure had already darted out, a terrifying oppressive force bearing down directly upon the Demon King.

"My worldview has completely shattered," Lu Hua pressed his head, his expression dazed as if he were still immersed in it, unable to pull himself out for a long time.

Before going to bed that day, Hang Yi took the PSV console out of its waterproof case to inspect it, as earnest as a soldier examining his weapon. Since the primitive tribe lacked charging equipment, Hang Yi did not dare turn on the console during his idle moments; he needed to maximize the battery life to the absolute limit.

As for Yu Zhexiao, having learned of Nie Anni's capabilities, he ultimately refrained from driving her away. And Nie Anni, for her part, had likely heard his live singing and realized that although this fellow was willful, arrogant, and sharp-tongued, he at least possessed some genuine talent.

Bai Youlan cast a sidelong glance at Gu Xiaoran, who was squatting right beside her, and reached out to pick up a blade of grass from the ground. The blade of grass was lodged inside a footprint, with most of it trampled deep into the snow.

Gu Qingqian was so angry that her eyes turned slightly red. Without blinking, she glared hatefully at Bai Youlan, aggressively twisting the silk handkerchief in her hands.

Jing Wushang launched his attack from behind, but unfortunately, the dagger only struck a hard bloody claw. After stubbornly clashing with the opponent dozens of times, he was ultimately shaken to the point of vomiting blood and tumbled back to his original spot in a pathetic state.

A massive roar erupted alongside the smoke and dust deliberately kicked up by Muling. Taking advantage of this split second, his figure successfully tunneled underground.

Before even reaching the doorway, Zhao Zixian had already decided on the medicinal meal to make. Heart-Scorching Soup—as the name implied, the primary effect of this medicinal cuisine was to induce a sensation akin to having one's heart seared by fire. And the core ingredient of this recipe was chili pepper.

Su Yinzhu was dressed in a light-colored maid's outfit today. Although it lacked the dazzling brilliance of her aquamarine dress from the other day, her graceful posture and fierce sword techniques still made people's eyes light up.

When the bullets struck the giant's head, Ye Fei saw them leave a series of black holes emitting dark flames. Blood surged wildly as terrifying damage numbers floated into the air.

The dealership's storefront renovation plan was also progressing steadily. This time, Bentley introduced an approach tying sales to store renovation costs: once a dealer's sales volume reached a certain percentage, the renovation expenses would be covered by Bentley headquarters.

Liyue waved his hand and leaped into mid-air. Suddenly, a figure swiftly darted in front of him, and a delicate hand pushed squarely against his chest, sending Liyue crashing down onto the building like a kite with a snapped string.

"Is there something you need?" Qiao Song wondered what else he could possibly have to say to her at this point. Even back when she was staying at Su Yinzheng's house, this housekeeper had never shown her any warmth.

Yanyu stood quietly outside the reception hall with a lowered head, feeling several scorching gazes fixed upon her like needles pricking her back, making her intensely uncomfortable.

"Uh... Boss, please don't wrong me, I really don't smoke. If you don't believe me, take a look—I just opened this pack of cigarettes and only pulled out a single one," the chubby man hurriedly defended himself.