"The forests and mountains are so vast—there's no way I, Lin Xiao, can claim them all. Besides, sticking one's neck out too far only makes others keep an eye on you." Lin Xiao had his own plans. Li Yuanwai and Zhao Qingfeng were already watching him, while he was alone and outmatched, unable to contend with them.
With his off-hand firing bullets at any moment, the Gunfighting Art formed from blade and gun unleashed a fierce offensive.
For over two hundred years, not a single major power had been able to enter Mist City on a large scale and bring the flames of conquest with them.
Chen Simu and the other person stood dumbfounded. Before they could even react to what had happened, they saw several burly men charging at them with clubs in hand.
The white rat beastmen beside them relied on their beastman status and said nothing, lest everyone think they were bullying sub-females, so they let their own sub-females speak up.
Yet those pure energies merely trembled, as though they weighed a thousand jun, utterly ignoring the Soul Bridge's faint pull.
Lisa, her face weak and pale, forced out a smile. She reached out to touch her two sons, then suddenly closed her eyes, tilted her head, and fainted.
Facing someone superior to himself in every way, Xu Ang could not summon the courage to provoke him at all.
"I-I need to go to the bathroom." She suddenly spoke, her voice so soft and sweet it could make one's bones go limp.
"I'm just taking a look at what kind of Fierce beast this is!" Xu Qingyun walked toward the monster that was on the verge of death.
It was nearing noon. Xu Qingyun appeared at the entrance of an upscale office building in Shanghai. This was