64 The Origin of the Un-Sword

The white-haired general let out a cold snort, turned around, and strode out of the ward. Moments later, the distinctive whirring sound of a helicopter echoed, rapidly fading away into the distance.

When Guo Dalu was filming this movie, he had each of his thirteen junior martial brothers practice a different branch of Shaolin Kung Fu. Together with more than ten genuine disciples from the Shaolin Temple, the group of over thirty people practiced and performed together on the public square.

"That's definitely a new type of infectious disease, no doubt about it!" a middle-aged man said, casting a look of utter disdain toward Cheng Li and the others.

After the initial clash, neither could gain the upper hand. They immediately collided once more, tearing from the firmament down to the earth, and finally into the boundless nether sea. Their battle was simple yet brutally direct.

This swiftly won each other's favor, elevating what was originally intended to be a mere protocol meeting into a friendly dinner.

After hesitating for a moment, Liu Xiang nodded, took the binoculars off her neck, handed them to Uncle Qin, and walked into the cabin.

Upon hearing Kazuo Haruaku's self-introduction, Wada Shaowu did not dare to be remiss. He returned the courtesy, extended his hand to shake the other man's, and then asked.

To put it bluntly, Wusheng's method was like plugging one's ears while stealing a bell; as long as the Manchus were not given direct evidence, there would be no problem.

Selecting a very ordinary car at random, he drove straight out of the research center and headed directly for Washington.

No matter what, Xiahou Dun showed no sign of anger. This came as a complete surprise, especially to Cao Ren and Cao Zhang, who were utterly baffled. Lacking any words to express their confusion, they could only remain silent.

Such an unimaginably powerful primordial fierce beast—if one could capture it as a mount, it would unquestionably be intensely awesome. Riding it out into the world would probably stun and terrify crowds of people.

The Golden Crow clan descended upon Earth with their ultimate objective being the execution of him, their mortal enemy. Ye Chen harbored clear self-awareness; although he was a supreme being of the younger generation, he was not so insignificant as to require a sacred artifact for his suppression.

"No need... no need. You should wash up yourself, I'm a bit sleepy and am going back to rest." With that, she bolted wildly into the cave.

Baisen's tone was utterly casual, so casual that it sounded as nonchalant as drinking water or eating a meal, appearing not to care particularly about the armor fragments on the table.

"Alright, do not slack off. With a major battle looming, you must still train diligently." You Jingyan had no authority at the moment to delay the soldiers' training.

Huoyan looked at Banzhoushan and Zhouwu, deeply moved. He had never taken on disciples before, but seeing the two of them now, an idea suddenly sparked in his mind.

Nalou hoisted his iron spear, swept it back with one hand, his tiger-moth palms tingling with numbness. He thought to himself: This Han general possesses tremendous strength.

Li Gang looked at Jiang De with a complex expression. Deep down in his heart, he vaguely sensed that Jiang De was right, yet he stubbornly refused to acknowledge this reality.

"Based on the current progress, it is expected to take another week or two," Baisen replied indifferently.

Seeing that Diexue was paying her no attention, the head housekeeper turned back with an ingratiating, flattering smile toward Wanyu, saying, "The newcomer is unfamiliar with the rules. If anything has been delayed, please feel free to punish her, miss. Once you have disciplined her properly, it will be much easier for us to employ her—though I am afraid I am troubling you, miss." As she spoke, she deliberately emphasized the word "disciplined."

"The issue right now is definitely that we are expected to compensate the hotel; that is one aspect. On the other hand, ever since this incident occurred, quite a few guests staying in the hotel rooms have checked out, claiming that this is a place where someone died, which has brought a very bad reputation to our hotel," the lobby manager said.

"That's true, you have your exam tomorrow! I completely forgot about this major event!" Ouyang Lietian laughed.

"No, it's not that. It's too early, I can't sleep." With a voice as sweet and sticky as glutinous rice, Ji Keyin propped her chin on her hand, blinked at Duan Chengxu, and seamlessly exposed half of her delicate, fragrant, and soft bare shoulder.

Duan Chengxu, who had been pulled away by Song Ping, looked at Su Nuannuan trembling slightly in the cold wind, his heart aching intensely. Unable to restrain himself any longer, he wanted to rush forward and snatch the sharp blade from Su Nuannuan's hand, terrified that she might harm herself.

"Hehe!" Even Luo Yiyi, who was usually reticent, was amused by the Fifth Princess's question and burst out laughing.

"I'm going to kill you today!" Seeing Luo Yiyi's tear-reddened eyes, Ning Baozhi hastily let go of the courtesan and fled outside.

However, his face was pale, and he was leaning against a nearby tree trunk to rest momentarily. Raising his head weakly, he offered Diexue a gentle smile, possessed of a natural charm and grace.

"By the way, why did you appear here? Is everything alright with the mercenaries?" Wu'ai asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Wow, Xixi, I love you so much, muah..." Ze eagerly scooped her up, spun her around twice, and planted two fierce kisses on her cheeks.

The violent explosion blasted dozens of orc warriors into powder, and the aftermath of the blast threw over a hundred orc warriors into the air, leaving them heavily wounded. When the explosion subsided, a massive crater lay before the orcs, filled entirely with charred severed limbs and broken bones, with not a single intact human-like form remaining.

"I am not Jiuyu, nor do I command the myriad spirits, so I cannot summon three thousand Yue armored troops; I can only summon three spiritual avatars."

Though this system used to be erratic and detached, Xiao Xian at least generally knew what kinds of tasks and rewards to expect. But now? Damn it, the mission had been completed for a while, yet Xiao Xian hadn't received a single peep of information, acting as dense as an ox.

No wonder he had worn such a solemn expression all afternoon; he never imagined Chu Feng would be so worried about himself.

Xi'er said that only because she didn't want to dash the old master's hopes, while simultaneously rescuing the third elder from his fiery torment.

Thinking back carefully over the Green God List, and even the God of War List and Martial God List, Renmao could never recall seeing Chu Feng's name anywhere.

Passing through the formation barrier, Leng Xiaohan stepped onto the Spirit Gathering array. Looking at the massive formation, even though it was merely a first-tier array, a trace of pride naturally welled up within his heart.

Mu Xiaoxi felt that Feng Yang must be hiding something from her, yet he was unwilling to tell her anything at all, which was truly infuriating.

The giant walked indifferently past Wei Qian and the other hall masters without sparing them a sideways glance. They all knew they were not worthy of the giant's attention because their strength was too low; the giants mostly killed post-natal realm cultivators, save for a few blind fools who provoked them.