Volume 1, Chapter 61: Beat to Death?

"Hehe..." Yao Bainan's pale face, drained of strength, flushed with an unnatural red as a wild and fierce smile broke across the corners of his mouth.

For in his sister's eyes, he had suddenly caught a glimpse of resentment and ruthlessness that did not quite belong to her.

Secondly, in the period immediately preceding the war, this place had turned into a living hell, where human life became the cheapest commodity of all.

"Mengmeng, are you in your room? Will you please open the door?" Ying Xiurui's voice seemed to have recovered its usual gentleness.

"On the way to the enemy command post, have all units make arrangements to receive and support us. Cover the retreat of the two centuries conducting the raid, and at the same time, act as the rear guard to withdraw in batches. Establish a defensive position on the mountains outside Kobdo, and we only need to hold off the enemy for two hours," Zhou Zixuan said.

What connection existed between them, Ming Beiya was not entirely clear, but he knew one thing for certain: the supernatural abilities possessed by Mo Shisheng alone were enough to make her life extraordinary. The one who could help him inherit the Demon Realm would undoubtedly be none other than her.

Knowing full well that Qi Muxiao was likely teasing him on purpose, Ming Beiya still did not grow angry. After all, she had now begun to answer his previous questions.

By now, he was quite confident in handling all kinds of dangerous situations, so he had nothing to fear.

During his school days, he had acquired a fair amount of knowledge about cold-blooded animals, but seeing one with his own eyes still felt far more terrifying than watching it on a screen.

He truly harbored thoughts of subduing the Dark Demon. Its physical form was terrifying to the extreme; even a cultivator at the peak of the Heavenly Grade Golden Core realm would be suppressed upon confronting it and blasted into dust and ashes.

"It's a Phantom Dream Three Thousand! Oh my god! I've never seen a real one before; this is the very first time I'm seeing the actual vehicle." Many young people gathered around, excitedly surrounding the car to look at it.

Shen Peng looked at Yue Jing in absolute shock. As that fist momentum approached—merely the momentum of the punch alone—it distorted Haifu's face. Witnessing this scene, everyone could not help but sigh inwardly just how formidable this single punch truly was.

"Such a massive amount of karmic fire has actually formed inside the master's body!" Just as Guanglan was filled with shock and doubt, she watched the purple flames rapidly multiply, shifting toward a dark purple hue as an overwhelming wave of guilt washed over her.

Li Hui stepped inside. Here, he had once sought knowledge far and wide, studying talisman arts alongside generations of sect masters and attending lectures together with generations of disciples.

The young boy scooped up a handful of soil, rubbing it between his thumb and fingers, a heartfelt smile beaming across his face. It was easy to see that his heart was filled with boundless joy.

At this shout, the few groups of people who had been standing in a daze all snapped back to reality, yet immediately found themselves at a complete loss for what to do.

However, from Zhang Ling'er to the young man today, my perspective on the village had undergone a slight subversion.

No, not just ahead—there was the left flank, too! And the right flank! The sound of horse hooves was everywhere! What on earth was going on?

It turned out I had talked for so long for nothing, and she hadn't taken a single word to heart! I was suddenly overcome with a sense of helplessness and frustration.

The Big Bad Wolf casually tossed the bottle thorn aside. "Brother, you can't leave," Liang Jianping persisted stubbornly.

Wang Yu's gaze swept across everyone present. Aside from the head of the Lu family, Huang Zhong, and Liu Zu who were qualified to accompany Zhang Chusheng, the rest were all high-ranking figures from the Overlord Martial Sect and the Lu family—merely a dozen or so people. Of course, there was also Keiko, quietly playing the zither off to one side of the banquet hall.

Looking at Lin Yang's smiling face, they felt utterly disgraced, so ashamed they wished they could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Having accepted this object of unknown origin, she fell right into her trap and was knocked out cold instantly.

Of course, he wasn't really using force, because he knew that Teacher Chen, that utter clown, was just joking.

Wuan Xingze knew far too little, so the few of them urgently exchanged information inside the spaceship, discussing how to find a viable path to survival. He Shen had no chance to interject; he was currently guarding their captive Rhenish prisoner, and noticing that the captive was gradually regaining consciousness, he promptly zapped him unconscious again.

Lu Kun would never have imagined that on that distant planet, there were nearly a thousand identical "Song Yes"—whose genes and appearances were carved from the exact same mold. The humans represented by those other faces were likewise identical to the researchers who had left the White Deer all those years ago.

After all, she had witnessed the terrifying speed of that little bastard Ming; perhaps he really could match the Glazed Glass Mouse, and at worst, he would only suffer a superficial scratch.

Chen Fan felt somewhat helpless, not because of Fang Ping's form of address—it wasn't the first day this guy had called him that.

Thinking of the spiritual vein she had discovered last time, and then considering the judgment of the collateral branch of the Yan family, she couldn't help feeling a bit tempted.

As a voice as cold as frost fell, a figure in a black robe suddenly stepped out from among the pile of rubble. Who else could it be if not Luo Chen?

The next day, Feng Wuling openly accompanied Qi Rui to school, causing a sensation throughout the entire campus. The most beautiful campus belle and the most handsome campus heartthrob were finally together.

Out of his current fifty thousand followers, four thousand were bought. As for the remaining ten thousand, a single glance was enough to tell how many had been inflated during his last promotional push.

He wanted to say something, but his throat felt as though a knife had been jammed into it, hurting so much that not a single word could escape.

Yet, He Qi merely took a deep breath, heavily exhaled it, and kept his head bowed thereafter, saying nothing and offering no response to Li Xin's remark.

Just as Wei Hong and the others stood there dumbfounded, a series of footsteps suddenly echoed from outside, and the roar of helicopters even hovered heavily right above their heads.

As Ding Yishun finished speaking, Li Jiazhong standing nearby was instantly dumbstruck, staring blankly at Ding Yishun with a bewildered expression.

Two more seconds, and she was confident she could drive this poisonous needle into Zhao Er's body, ensuring that even deities from the heavens could not save him.

"Clang..." The food box in Shuang'er's hands dropped to the ground, spilling its contents, while Shuang'er was terrified as the young man pinned her beneath him.

Looking at Su Han and Sister Qing stammering and hesitating, my heart ached terribly. I began to panic—something must have gone wrong.