Chapter 40: The Oppressive Channel

After speaking, Gu Yanluo turned and walked slowly away from the neon-lit entertainment complex.

When Ji Yuan finally came down, they noticed that her belly already looked like she was three months pregnant. She seemed quiet and obedient; when Ji Quan called her, she didn't say much, simply standing there silently, waiting to return with them.

If one cannot rely on brute force, one must cut into the flesh—carve it directly from the opponent. Whatever they value most, that is what you target.

At this moment, she seemed to have forgotten the time she knelt before Lin Xiao, begging for mercy, and had reclaimed the dignity she once held as her faith.

One wave was indeed the subterranean demon race, bizarre in appearance: some were pitch black, some had horns on their heads, others possessed wings, and some were nothing but gaunt, skeletal frames. In short, they bore no resemblance to humanity.

He had to collect this evidence properly and give the other party exactly what they wanted. If he had initially suspected that the other person was just playing games with him, he had now come to a complete realization.

Seeing Song Xiangran in this state, Song Cha was startled and hurriedly stepped forward to touch her forehead.

Yet, she now knew what would happen later. The senior brother she currently looked down upon would eventually sacrifice his life to protect her, and he was the one person in this life she could never let go.

She knew the Spirit-Shedding Armor was the natural enemy of wandering ghosts and spirits, and that its purpose upon encountering them was total annihilation. Realizing that falling into his hands meant a grim fate, she had no choice but to close her eyes, lean against the wall, and wait for her soul to scatter into nothingness.

Miao’er did not dare to delay, handing the food she held to the two of them before rushing to the carriage to attend to them.

The Jingzhou naval forces, especially, would not budge. Without that navy, there was no way to stop the Jiangdong fleet from driving straight in.

"You idiot!" Seeing this, Shi Ling’s expression changed drastically. He had only enough time to shout a curse before hurriedly pulling Jun Yan down to a crouch.

Clearly, they had been stirred to a fever pitch by Meng Huo’s words. Being warriors who thrived on battle, they had no reason to feel fear.

As for Mo Mo, she couldn't even kill an ant right now, let alone beat up the people in the main hall of the Demon Emperor’s Palace.

Given that girl’s strength, there were precious few people left in this world capable of harming her.

However, he was determined to obtain these soul stones. He didn't know how to refine soul pills, nor was he an alchemist, and he understood Li Mo’s character well: once she had set her mind on something, she would not change it even in death, unless it was a matter of no importance to her.

With a slight tremor of his arm, a surge of true energy erupted from his dantian. A strand of blood-red baleful aura was shattered, and his right hand turned momentarily pale.

After fighting intensely for half an incense stick’s time, Ji Lingsheng began to adapt to the bronze statue’s repetitive attack pattern. He started to counterattack calmly; even though each strike of his blade only produced a few sparks, he had at least managed to reverse his disadvantage.

"What’s difficult about that? When we get back, just ask the eccentric old man for some antidotes to keep on hand. I refuse to believe anyone has better medical skills than him!" Dian Wei dismissed the concern.

I’ve been updating three times a day for several days, pulling all-nighters. I’m feeling a bit drained today and can’t keep up, so I’ll be resting early. Only two chapters today.

Oshima Yoshimasa quickly focused his gaze. Sure enough, behind the Pacific Fleet’s battleship formation, an even larger fleet was gradually emerging on the horizon.

All these miracles were concentrated on him alone, which inevitably invited envy and jealousy. It wasn't just Zou Zonghai; anyone who saw Long Ling felt the same overwhelming envy. Someone like Long Ling, a true treasure of the world, was a rarity indeed.

When Long Fei returned, Wancheng was already stable. Stepping into the government office, he found the building in ruins, the furniture covered in dust. Long Fei let out a long sigh, rolled up his sleeves, and began to clean up himself, with the generals behind him rushing to assist. Working together, they finally cleared a space where they could stand.

The night on Qingluan Peak was silent; the disciples who had decided to enter the Xuanwu Forbidden Land had likely already gone in during the day.

The tundra bear’s eyes were exceptionally bright, and its limbs were remarkably thick, clearly possessing immense strength. Nidoqueen would surely have loved to battle such a magical beast, though it was a pity she couldn't see it now.

Undoubtedly, the gaze of everyone looking at the three of them was mixed with a sense of reverence and envy. After all, an alchemist capable of refining Saint-grade pills held a status in no way inferior to an ordinary inner-sect disciple; those who could refine high-grade Saint-level pills could even rival inner-sect disciples with formidable talent.

Lin Cheng had just realized these things, but Yue Zishan clearly had not. In her heart, victory was the sole purpose of a duel.

At this point, I wouldn't care if he had no manners; I wouldn't even put him in my eyes. Who cares who he is?

This voice, severely lacking in proper upbringing, came from several of the new recruit squad leaders. These five or six leaders had become the "villains" in the eyes of all the recruits on the train. This annoying voice shattered Wang Feng’s sweet dream. Wang Feng struggled to open his eyes, rubbed his corners with his hand, and began to pack his luggage.