Volume 1, Chapter 38: We Have a Base of Operations

Seeing Baili Xiangxue’s back drenched in blood within a few breaths, Baili Youyue was instantly struck with terror, her face pale as she scrambled on her knees toward Gu Youlan.

Anna retched, opened her presentation, and began to speak. As scattered murmurs rose from all directions, she steadied her nerves. Anna did not feel that she needed the armor's permission to take Stark away; since the master had not spoken, what right did a piece of powered armor have to interrupt?

Amidst the tossing and catching of the sphere, his soldiers let out shrill cries as the object swept them up and tossed them out from behind, like grain passing through a thresher, tumbling through the air.

Seeing this, Lan Susu gave a low roar, and the profound energy within her erupted. Though her martial soul did not manifest, her cultivation surged to its absolute limit, releasing a violent, dense, and turbulent wave of energy from her body.

A deep, thick voice rang out. Judging by the tone, it belonged to a man, likely in his thirties or forties.

Seeing him about to leave, the surrounding disciples were startled and hurriedly stopped him. Regardless of whether he was the Ghost Heaven Soul Saint of the Nether Path, in their eyes, he remained Senior Gufeng of the Desolate Peak of Wuyutian.

He tilted his head and stared for a long time, but seeing no movement, he prepared to lower the rocket launcher. As he drew his hands in, a transparent tentacle bound him.

In a flash, the corpse lunged at the two of them. The black energy seeping from its bones was far more than mere death energy; even for someone of great cultivation, once tainted by such necrotic miasma, it would cling like a bone-deep curse, impossible to shake off for a lifetime.

Suddenly, a thief burst through the door. Dressed in black and wielding a long sword, he lunged toward Yuwei without a word. Yuwei tried to resist, but found her limbs paralyzed, forced to watch helplessly as the blade struck toward her chest.

With three successive strikes, the Old Prince Duan lashed out fiercely. Three red welts appeared on Duan Tianci’s back, tearing his skin and flesh, shredding his clothes into rags, leaving his back a bloody, mangled mess.

Mo Yu roared at Jiang Ling, who stood there with question marks hovering over her head, and then followed his sister’s footsteps as they rushed out.

In a more miserable turn of events, it was not impossible that the recipient could be Tom Riddle, the Deputy Minister for Magic of the British wizarding world.

However, before Davis and Zhu Zhuyun could provide support, he had already poisoned his opponent with his Eight Spider Lances.

Had it not been for her unique status, the Empress Dowager would have originally liked to adopt Zhan Lingyun as her foster son. But being a foster son to the Empress Dowager was too conspicuous, so she let it go, though her favor for him remained undiminished.

Qiao Dashan asked, “As far as I know, wasn't your house rebuilt after your grandfather died?”

Though Tang San still called him Teacher Zao Wou-Ki, his tone and gaze were icy cold.

The inscription of a magic circle requires immense magical power, but there was no need to worry about that; my magic was as abundant as a spring, seemingly inexhaustible.

Professor Slughorn, the Potions master, had not yet arrived, and only a few Slytherins sat scattered around the classroom. Lily and I were the first Gryffindors to arrive.

“I know you are a person of good judgment. You don’t need to ask me about such things in the future; I trust you.” Zhan Shixuan gently hugged her from behind, affectionately nuzzling her temple.

Although the number of martial arts authors had increased and traffic had risen, it was to no avail; truly excellent martial arts novels were few and far between. Naturally, Rufeng also hoped that Lin Chen’s third work would be uploaded to Qidian.

The man was startled; Xiao Zhu was about to escape, but he was forced to save Qin Feng behind him.

Yet, there were still those with keen eyes, such as Yue Yi, the Minister of the Yan State, who perceived that the Central Plains had always lacked quality horses; even if the Qi State had thousands of gold pieces, the horses sold to them by the Yan State were merely nags.

The Zhao envoy and the Qin commander, Gongsun Qi, agreed that the city gates would be thrown wide open the following day to welcome the Qin army.

Madam Ye Jiang was fuming with rage at that moment, and being treated this way by Madam Zhang Cao, she nearly spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot.

Before long, these simple templates were delivered to Lin Yunyan by his personal guard, Jing Yi.

From the direction of the ancestral hall, the walls began to collapse toward them with a thunderous rumble, as if something were crashing through them all the way along.

For men like Hu Shang, whose backgrounds were too complicated, Lin Yunyan had already chosen to give up, but he did not want to abandon these ordinary soldiers from Yongcheng. Much like a skilled groom training the descendants of the Old Qin horses, Lin Yunyan wanted to tame these unruly steeds.

Unexpectedly, Liu Dalong let out a howl, and instead of showing fear, he strode forward and charged toward them.

His nephew was merely an ordinary martial soldier in the army; what benefit could there be in impersonating him?

Although Yu Jin’s status was currently beneath her own, given her mother’s methods, she felt that it wouldn't be long before she could become the mistress.

Then, Chu Renmei cast a fearful glance at Lu Zhengyi and the black cat on his shoulder, silently picked up her tablet, moved a chair, and walked to the corner of the room.

The workers paddled the bamboo rafts laden with fish to the shore. Shi Du and Guan Tong lifted the rafts directly, dumping the fish onto a rainproof tarp spread on the ground for others to inspect.

Especially upon seeing Yu Mumu’s eyes fixed on him, he retracted his hand in embarrassment.

When she first entered the island, Tang Rowei had apprenticed herself to an elder of Suxin Island, but unfortunately, her master had passed away two hundred years ago when her lifespan reached its end.

The Profound Yin God King could not help but frown; Jiuling Yuansheng’s words were correct, leaving the God King speechless for a moment.

This was the strongest technique among Brother Feng’s divine abilities, one he dared not use lightly for fear of backlash. Had he not been pushed to the absolute limit, he would never have resorted to it.