Volume 1, Chapter 32: Instant Kill!

Seeing a fist like that, Baidi knew he could not take it head-on. He instinctively raised his hands to protect himself, but was still sent flying by the punch. He flew at least a dozen meters, only stopping when he collided with a tree.

Seeing this, He Chen let out a heavy sigh of relief. He then stepped out of Dingxiang’s room and stood quietly outside the door she shared with Luo Yan. He did not disturb them; the transformation of the gods could only be relied upon by oneself.

Of course, the high heat and flames generated by the explosion were bound to cause some minor damage, but fortunately, it was not a major obstacle and would barely affect his combat effectiveness.

For a powerful entity like the God Clan, being able to make them suffer even a little was already quite remarkable.

George felt his national team could certainly make it in, but as for going to China, he decided against it. George had no such plans, and besides, he was a player in the league; it was impossible for him to just run off to another country simply because he wanted to play in a world-class competition.

"Damn it, why did you only just arrive? Didn't you say you'd be here before the new year?" Wu Xie rushed over and gave him a punch.

Yet, Qiongyue’s Sharingan watched her without any sign of slowness. Just as the fist struck toward her, one could actually see a strange, inexplicable smile appear on Qiongyue’s face.

Furthermore, Mubai’s offline experience stores did not just sell Xin-1 phones; other products like the first-generation Virtual Mirror, gaming pods, massage chairs, and virtual projection kits could all be showcased there.

Because he could clearly see the trembling flesh on Matthews' face, Lin Yi said with a beaming smile, "There’s no need to be afraid, right? I am a human, not some monster; is there any need to be scared of me?"

However, it was a pity that such a distinguished general, loyal and full of integrity, ultimately met an unfortunate end in Guanzhong.

Wu Kai and Feng Xu smiled warmly and said, "Yunxiu! I understand your intentions, but don't worry. With us here, I guarantee nothing will happen." As he spoke, Wu Kai took the lead and headed outside.

Jingxian remained cheerful every day, though occasionally, a glimmer of inner confusion would flash across her face for a brief moment.

Any sport would lose its luster without obsessive spectators and fanatical supporters, and the biased Italians poured such deep affection specifically into football. In the fiery Apennine Peninsula, football fans accounted for up to 72% of the total population, 30% of whom were women.

Yuan Zhenxia naturally knew who Dr. Lennas was; he was a world-renowned authority on tropical pathology who presided over an international-scale institute for tropical pathology in Sri Lanka.

The man in green was just about to withdraw his sword, but Baixue had already rolled over, arching his back into a bridge. The sword remained caught in his teeth, and with a "ding," the tempered steel, unable to withstand the strain, snapped into two.

Stared at by those eyes, a heavy bell seemed to toll in Baixue’s heart, and he finally snapped to his senses. He stared wide-eyed at the blood and corpses on the ground, then at the steel saber, and finally at the body of the Siamese cat.

Yi Yiran wanted to take another route, but by then, Shen Qiaonian had already recognized Chen Jiamo.

Regardless of the type of demon, they are at their most vulnerable when evolving. Of course, powerful demons would set various traps or hide in the secret chambers of their castles before evolving; they would never, like this demon larva, lie naked on a giant rock.

Baixue clutched his head with both hands, grinding his body frantically against the hard stone, as if that were the only way to alleviate the rampant cruelty filling his heart.

He spoke these words almost with a struggle. After finishing, his heart throbbed wildly. He did not dare to raise his head, waiting only for Maxian’s reply.

"Do you know that look Teacher Bao Guo'an gives? One glare from him and I get goosebumps all over," Hu Ge said, swinging his arms to prove he wasn't exaggerating.

They had made contact this time, but the vice-principal said it would be fine to just follow Sifuliya’s wishes.

Si Mubai thought about it with a serious expression, then suddenly furrowed his brows and touched his temple with his other hand, appearing to be in great distress.

It was only at this moment that it dawned on her that behind Ling Jing was the Ling family, the shipping tycoon family that controlled the nation's maritime transport. If the Ling family truly wanted to deal with her family, it would be as easy as moving a finger.

But thinking about it, it made sense. Liu Yiqian had no acting contracts and was currently in the rising phase of her career; her mother certainly wouldn't miss any opportunity to get her face out there.

During this period, Wang Ye discovered that his world was inexplicably beginning to see a resurgence of spiritual energy. Although it hadn't fully begun, he was likely the only one who knew. This was something he had realized through the Feng Hou Qi Men some time ago, and he had also sensed a looming crisis.

The advantage this gave him was no less than the "cheat" his fellow reincarnators had in knowing the plot of the world.

From her perspective, her hairstyle had changed quite a bit, but the cost of two thousand was indeed a bit of an overcharge.

Last night, Luo Wan had stood Liang Muqing up, and she felt very guilty, so she specifically invited her to dinner tonight.

"Compared to finding Mo Binwei," he said slowly, "what are Song Han and his son worth worrying about?" If they couldn't be killed openly, with "Biwu" around, was there anything to fear regarding assassination? Neither Song Han nor Song Duan were particularly talented individuals. Even if Wei Qi was currently wining and dining them to set a trap for Ruiyutang, could he really find a way to protect them for a lifetime?

However, such an escape could only be used once or twice; it couldn't be sustained. It was great for short distances, but not for long runs.

"It's alright, Meier, there were no major matters at the morning court today!" He seemed to have forgotten the single most important thing.

Qin Hong said indifferently, "No need." Qin Hong had always led his troops from the front. With so many of them and such fine equipment, why would they fear these local tribesmen?

"Did I eat?" Qin Hong said uncertainly. He had been drinking and keeping people company the whole time and hadn't paid attention to how much he had eaten.

"Let's go." Guo Hongzhe had not yet fully recovered from his illness and still needed rest, so Jiang Yushu arranged for him to assist Fang Sheng in the abandoned house next door, working with the army doctor to prepare Ginger-Cun Paste so he wouldn't have to do farm work.

From this, one could see how much the Old Madam Song would harbor resentment over this matter. Wei Changying even speculated whether her grandfather’s resignation and return home had truly been because it was inappropriate to leave Fengzhou, or because her grandmother could no longer stay in the imperial capital, lest she constantly hear the names Ji Qubing or the Ji family.

She looked up at him in confusion. This was a young man’s face she had never seen before—deep features, a pair of amber eyes, and long hair coiled into a bun on top of his head. He looked to be about her age.

"Yes, not far ahead, there is a storage room with many precious materials inside," Lin Qingfan nodded and said truthfully.