Chapter 21: You May Leave Now

The Komsomol diesel-powered submarine, having successfully breached the inner anti-submarine perimeter of the NATO fleet and sunk two Adams-class destroyers, was ultimately sunk in turn.

The impetus for the union of the various sects was Decakane, the last Pope of the Church of Wisdom and the first Pope of the Olympian Church.

Old Zhang brought out his prized, state-supplied Moutai, which he had treasured for many years, to entertain Liu Yan. After several rounds of drinks and a variety of dishes, their conversation gradually turned to topics in the field of medicine.

Zhang Cao, at the ninth level of Qi Refinement, was far stronger than Han Feng, who was only at the first level. His full-force slash not only cut through flesh and bone but actually severed the giant serpent in two.

Yang Lele’s heart belonged solely to Liu Yan, and Liu Yan cherished her dearly in return. This left Young Master Zhao, who was used to everything going his way, repeatedly frustrated and increasingly dissatisfied.

“My lord, what is it?” Nietzsche asked hurriedly, his heart trembling at Arthur’s sudden outburst of anger.

A chaotic clatter ensued as Lu Wuchen’s palms moved in a blur, parrying every attack from Scar Bull and, in one smooth motion, striking at Scar Bull’s instep.

After venting his emotions, Gustav calmed down, but a hint of melancholy lingered on his face. Through his clansmen, he had learned that the attackers were only two in number—two legends.

“Wasn’t it said that it was only possible?” Borkin-Bock stood up excitedly, as if clutching at a lifeline.

The Demon Sect had a long and storied history, producing countless talents. Its location was shrouded in secrecy, veiled in a mysterious aura that none could truly penetrate.

Mu Qi tugged Mu Hua, saying, “Sit with me. Don’t listen to idle chatter from outsiders.” Mu Hua managed only a reassuring glance at Yang Liu before Mu Qi led her down to the second floor.

After Feng Shengyang left, she looked down at her phone again, wanting to see if Yin Shaojie had replied to her message.

Hong Qiao changed her clothes, undid her hair, helped her onto the heated brick bed, and finally covered her legs with a thin quilt.

Although the crown prince sometimes secretly envied Liu Sanlang, who was favored by the emperor, his advisors reminded him that the emperor only doted on Liu Sanlang because he was not involved in the question of succession, and that the emperor relied solely on the crown prince. After all, the most beloved child had never been the one made crown prince.

Yue Xingge furrowed her brow, bit by bit accepting the memories being forced into her mind. After a while, she slowly opened her eyes, her gaze turning ever sharper and colder.

After only two bites, a wave of bitterness and greasy flavor filled his mouth. He immediately put down his chopsticks and grabbed the cup Ning Shi handed him to rinse out his mouth.

On the last day at the Prince Mu’s residence, Ji Liu carefully explained some Daoist techniques to Yu Qi. Yu Heng, fearing she would suffer heavenly retribution, worried for her, while she feared Yu Heng would fall victim to treacherous schemers vying for power. Back and forth they advised and warned each other until Ji Yunliu, unable to stay awake any longer, dozed off in Yu Heng’s arms, and only then did they stop.

“All right.” Upon hearing this, Tang Yuanxiao immediately replied in a loud, firm voice, his back straightening as he stood before Su Li, almost as if ready to salute.

Once the idle onlookers had left, Tao Bao brought over a long bench and sat upright at the entrance, with Gun Gun standing behind him. The two of them looked every bit as if they were awaiting visitors.

Zhang Yichao instinctively felt that something was amiss, for in such chaotic times, any irregularity could spell death.

His younger sister was enduring immense pain, but there was nothing he could do except watch helplessly.

If one does not change, one will become a laughingstock like the Norse gods. Disorderly conduct is but a symptom of a fundamental contradiction at the core.

But beyond that, he was a citizen of China, and one of the seventeen elders of the Martial Arts Alliance. How could he stand by and watch Han Dong court destruction?

This was the ancestor of the Chen clan, a figure at the seventh level of the Tribulation Crossing stage. Yet in Ling Hao’s eyes, he was no more than an ant.

After the Allied Army routed the most valiant of the Capital Guard, the last remnants of resistance on the Federal homeworld collapsed, and it became an occupied territory. Aside from the few remnants from the Arad Continent, there was no force left on the planet daring to oppose the glorious Allied Legion.

“But this hour is really too late,” Lady Lang said, glancing at the clock in the corridor. It was already past midnight. To call a superior at this hour was not only impolite but risked leaving a poor impression.

From his previous life to this one, he had never understood those who would risk life and death for love, but at this moment, he suddenly grasped their feelings.

After rolling two or three times and recovering from his injuries, the white-haired old man bit his lip, confusion and suspicion warring on his face—then pure joy burst forth.

The result was predictable: in a fit of rage, Yamauchi Hiroshi unhesitatingly revoked their preferential policies.

After catching the ball, Howard didn’t hesitate, using his powerful frame to back down his opponent. Horford was indeed at a disadvantage in terms of strength, something that had already been exposed in previous playoff series.

As soon as they stepped outside, Li Tai and Su Jin hurried forward. Li Chengqian lifted both hands, palms facing their mouths, and sighed helplessly.

Yan Wang hoisted his opponent onto his shoulder and, with a sudden jerk, snapped Zhao Xing’s arm completely, then drove his left elbow back in a fierce blow.

“Defending him isn’t easy. He’s a master at drawing fouls. I have to control my hands, but not touching him makes defending even harder—especially since he’s a lefty. If he’s got his rhythm tonight, we’re in for a rough time.” The Argentine, Ginobili, had suffered greatly at his hands as well.