Chapter 33

"Enough, let us not speak of matters beyond our control. Returning to what we were just discussing, please report how many ships each of you can command, so that I may have a clear grasp of the situation," Wei Ximeng asked again.

But in this world, there are no "ifs," are there? For those who dwell on "if only" or "what if," it is merely the refuge of losers, a way to comfort their own hearts.

"Kill her!" the terrifying creature of Foggy Mountain commanded. Thunderous might brewed within its deep purple eyes, and with a sudden *swish*, a beam of violet light shot forth. It twisted in mid-air, emitting a tremendous roar as it transformed into a ferocious, monstrous beast.

Lately, it was as if an invisible rope had bound these two together; wherever Guo Dacheng was, Yan Qi was sure to be found.

In truth, everyone understood that there were indeed those who could fly, but Elder Yu did not wish to publicize it as such, so this was the only way to frame it.

"Do you intend to build the foundation of your own faction using these undead creatures?" Yao Rao understood instantly and asked.

Ran Lian nodded to signify she could handle it. She also wanted to see what Li Xiu was like now; it had been a year since she had paid any attention to the situation at Li Xiu's home.

When he looked at Guo Dacheng, his eyes were filled with tenderness, but the moment he turned his head, his gaze and expression instantly turned cold.

"Enough nonsense. I want to ask you now: how many people has your army brought to Earth-Chen Star? And do you have any other plans?" Du Qianduo suddenly pressed him with his imposing aura.

Just then, Chen Tiancheng stopped abruptly and turned to look at me. This terrified me, as I had not ventured up; I was at the stairwell between the seventh floor and the roof. Upon seeing him discover me, I immediately scrambled and crawled down the stairs.

Ziyao did not need to guess what he was thinking. The timing was not yet right; it was enough for him to know how much she cared for him in her heart. This affection needed time to be tested.

Ziyao had long anticipated his move. She glided forward, raised her leg, and kicked the hand with which Master Pu was holding his gun. With a crisp *crack*, Master Pu let out a wail; his wrist bone had been shattered by Ziyao’s kick.

For Liu Buchuan’s ideal was to become a truly great physician, one whose medical skills and moral character were second to none, like Zhang Lihe, rather than to be a mere vassal to a major power.

Actually, if a man had a stronger sense of self-respect, perhaps he would not beg her so humbly.

If this were truly the case, and Luo Enjie knew of her background yet pretended not to, performing so ostentatiously before her, then what was his true motive?

Unlike the giant panda, the Golden Kaiser-i-Hind butterfly was not something the zoo had personnel or facilities to care for. Furthermore, the zoo dared not take responsibility for a national treasure that could fly away and vanish at any moment.

Baobei wanted to go in as well, but was held back by Lu Moxiu. She looked up at him with a questioning expression.

"Forget it. Once things are finished here, I’m heading back to the Wild Wolf Team," Li Mengmeng said, unbothered.

Previously, the Crown Prince had assumed that although he had nearly beaten Li Moxing to death in their youth, Li Moxing was a good-for-nothing who would eventually have to rely on him—his royal brother—to survive, and thus could never settle the score.

Officer Zhu shrugged and nodded with a smile. As the two departed, Ziyao had many questions she wanted to ask him, but at that moment, she did not know how to begin. This sense of familiarity was growing stronger—could his soul belong to an acquaintance from a world she had once experienced?

The male receptionist, who had been nowhere to be seen, must have heard the commotion and emerged from somewhere, asking from inside.

The one pulling her was Yan Chi, for the stronghold they were guarding had already been breached by the zombies.

Generally speaking, it is difficult for a Supreme to subdue an innate divine artifact; they can only offer God-Restoring Marrow as payment to sign a contract with the artifact.

Whether it was the Origin Clan or these branches, the fact that he could sit in the position of clan leader without a shred of true ambition was something no one would believe. This was why Han Feng dared to say such things.

Seeing him lash out at her again, Jiang Xueqing was not only stunned but felt a profound sense of grievance in her heart.

"You really do know how to play!" The smile on Han Feng’s face was chilling, like that of a bloodthirsty, starving wolf, causing one to shiver involuntarily.

After a few minutes, Yang Bingling’s spring poison was finally neutralized. Wang Yidong let out a long sigh of relief; it had been a long time since he had been subjected to such a grueling test.

The dishes here were mostly the same as those in the mortal realm, save for the fact that they contained a trace of spiritual energy, making them quite delicious.

"Haha, of course I understand, otherwise I would not be speaking so calmly," Wang Yidong smiled.

Just then, thunder roared across the sky, and the red tribulation clouds turned into seven colors. The phantom of the Heavenly Dao became even more solid under the illumination of the light.

Cui Yu was planning to visit the film city in Jinlan City today to meet Zhao Qifang and deliver the items to him.

Tan Li said: "Yes. I am greedy and stubborn, which is why Destiny thinks it can still win. Otherwise, it would have run away long ago, instead of continuing to try and destroy the world in front of me."

Once the school leaders finished their speeches on stage, it would be his turn. He was not nervous; he felt only excitement.

Within the Heavenly Sword existed an endless supply of Primordial Chaos Energy. Each strand of this energy was the most powerful force, transcending space-time, the Primordial Breath, and all other energies.

Ye Haiqing looked back to see Lan Ke sitting on the other side, raising her glass and watching her with an arrogant smile.

One was greedy for wine, the other was drowning his sorrows, and the two men drank together. After three rounds of drinks, He Liyuan’s tendency to ramble flared up once again.