Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Boudoir

"When I saved those Atlanteans, they did indeed worship me as a god," Qianhuan nodded and said.

Just as I was about to raise my hand to cast the "Celestial Soldier Exorcism Spell," Zhang Youdao let out a roar, reached into his own stomach, pulled out his intestines, swung them in a wide arc, and wrapped them directly around my neck.

The spectators in the stands were there to watch a show, not to die; some were even panicking, trying to flee.

That much time was enough for Chen Zang's seniors and juniors to be fully prepared. Sure enough, after walking a short distance into the bamboo forest, Xiao Yu could faintly hear a buzzing sound.

Then, Zhong Changsong took three items out of his bag—items he considered to be of considerable value.

Han Xiao's figure flashed as he controlled the Red Fire Golden Wind Spear to fly to Zhuo Fan's side, grabbed his arm, and slowly descended onto the arena with the paralyzed, electrocuted Sect Leader Zhuo.

Although Lin Mu named it the Metal-Eating Ant, it does not actually consume metal, but rather the associated elements found in iron ore, such as phosphorus, sulfur, and other non-metallic elements.

Cherish this chapter; an earthquake happened suddenly while I was writing it. It scared me to death—a magnitude 7.0 earthquake in Jiuzhaigou, quite close to where I am. That swaying sensation was incredibly intense.

The forces of the Nether Sting and the defensive barrier collided madly. That power, bordering on the laws of the universe, almost altered the surrounding natural laws. For a moment, thunder roared, dark clouds pressed down, and the entire world plunged into gloom.

Changtian heard this with great pleasure, while Liu Biao and most of the others felt somewhat disgusted. If one did not rely on lineage or background, wouldn't that mean anyone with a bit of talent could stand on equal footing with them in the future, or even trample over them? This kind of rhetoric would never be liked by the aristocratic families.

Observing the internal and external appearance of the jade was fine, but when it came time to actually use the knife, Tang Han hesitated. Even though this was just an unremarkable piece of raw stone, it had been a free inclusion from the public auction.

As the largest power in the Black Dragon Domain, the Silver-Blue Republic not only possessed vast territories and a large population, but its prosperity was also second to none. Its capital planet, in particular, was filled with buildings reaching hundreds of thousands of meters in height, with holographic screens connecting into sheets, and countless aircraft shuttling between the structures.

"Unity of form and spirit" is a phrase often mentioned in internal martial arts. Before "the unity of form and spirit," internal martial arts have requirements for "form"—the body itself.

Shao Pingbo paused, feeling suspicious. He couldn't quite figure this part out, but for some reason, he couldn't help but associate it with Niu Youdao. Looking at this incident alone, the sequence of events felt like Niu Youdao's typical style of operation.

"General Murong drove those Tibetan civilians onto the battlefield, leading to massive civilian casualties." Under Li Ang's piercing gaze, the answering Tiger and Leopard Cavalry officer's voice was no longer as loud as before.

Is there anything else I like? Wei Qing felt secretly sorrowful. He remembered Pei Ying's smile, which was as beautiful as flowers, and his heart felt as if it were being sliced by knives.

The middle-aged fat man was Wang Jianzhang, the General Manager of Shennong Material Company. The "Brother Fei" mentioned by his subordinates was his sworn brother, Lu Fei, a hegemon of the Shennong underworld.

The name of this sword style is actually taken from the allusion "Jiang Taigong sitting steadily on the fishing platform." The clever among you have already realized by now that this "fishing rod" is for wrist training. That’s right! This method uses this sword-turned-"fishing rod" to build one's wrist strength.

The feelings of Zhang Tao's parents were complex, like a spilled bottle of five flavors—guilt, regret, sadness, pain, anger, and every other emotion were mixed in.

Zhang Huan sat opposite them like a job applicant. His gaze was calm, and his demeanor was composed, as if they were the ones applying for a job, not him.

A pressure as lofty as that of a god lay dormant within him; how could it be shaken by the gaze of a mere mortal?

"Brother Biao, tell me first, how are things on your end? Everything going smoothly?" I asked anxiously.

Suddenly, Xiao Yu laughed. Xiao Yu was very happy. "Completely refined?" Bixia asked with a smile.

Now, Allen no longer needed to rely on magic scrolls to cast the curses of aging, weakness, and slowness.

"Let me do it. I love stepping on those self-righteous martial artists," a martial artist in purple robes said with a smile as he stepped out.

After eating, they didn't return to the company and instead went home to sleep. By the time they woke up, the sun had already set. Because his original plans had been disrupted, Chen Yu, upon waking, had to redeploy and think carefully about which direction 'Chaoyang' should head toward.

"That's absolutely no problem. It's so close; even if it were a one-cent coin, I could still shoot a hole through it!" I gripped the gun with both hands, aiming the sight at the center of the soda can.

"Director, if this matter also involves Zhou Linhai, his defense should be postponed as well, shouldn't it?" Shui Qing saw that Professor Ma didn't intend to let her off easily, and she was determined to turn this defense scene upside down.

Xiao Yu's speed reached its limit instantly, causing the surrounding space to distort slightly. It looked quite strange from the outside, and Xiao Yu's body appeared distorted as well.

Qin Yang didn't speak either; he stopped everyone's introductions and stared silently at every move of the Living Buddha.

Another storm erupted from Feiyun's mouth. Qi You was hit by this storm and sent flying for hundreds of miles again. Before Qi You could react, Feiyun had already closed the distance and unleashed another exotic technique.

The divine power of low-to-mid-tier gods and demons originates from the laws of the universe, but minor deities and lower-level gods cannot yet effectively utilize this divine power; they can only rely on it to strengthen their bodies and fight using their physical forms.

Huangfu Che grinned: "Uncle Ou, it’s nothing major. I just happen to have a contract here that I’d like you to take a look at." Huangfu Che took a piece of paper from his storage bag.