Feng Qingxuan Arrives, Hu Yan Zhen the Lackey

In the conference room.

Liu Ruyan watched Yuan Qingtian, whose expression was calm and whose words were extraordinary.

The unusual gleam in Liu Ruyan's eyes grew ever more intense.

Originally, her fixed impression had been that Yuan Qingtian was merely a young man with great talent and remarkable strength.

But now...

Yuan Qingtian had proven beyond doubt.

His scheming and methods were in no way inferior to those old monsters who had lived for many years and were deeply versed in the ways of the world.

Even so, Yuan Qingtian believed he had merely expressed all his thoughts.

There was nothing particularly remarkable about it.

If Liu Ruyan thought so, she could only blame the Douluo World's level for being too low, leaving the natives here generally lacking in intelligence.

Hu Yan Zhen...

This time, Zhao Zong no longer dared say a word. He had no idea whether Ye Yan truly intended to take on the village project. There might be something else waiting below to trap him.

A tradition had always circulated within the Special Forces: when someone died in the line of duty, the other soldiers would take in and care for their family. This tradition had begun when the Special Forces was first established. Back then, three brothers had died during training, and their families still lived in Cheng Mansion.

As for the source of the resources needed to truly return, Li Daoran already had a vague idea.

This was their invincible King of Light, an existence like a god. Even the legendary Phoenix City Lord, "Bei Dou Chi Hua," had been casually ravaged by him.

For Feng Yongchang's army to continue advancing, they could only bypass the Land of Death ahead and proceed in another direction.

Activating Wood Release, Tang Ming hurried toward the Eagle Beak Camp's forces. Before long, he discovered Sun Shang, Sun Zhuang, and other formidable individuals.

But according to Tang Ming's observations over the past few days, the Domestic Martial Arts Factions had instead remained calm and peaceful. Had those people not received the news, or were they determined to sit back and watch the tigers fight?

Ming Yu's gaze turned cold. Countless white feathers drifted through the air like snowflakes, gathering into a shield before him.

Attacks erupted simultaneously from the grass on both sides of the road. Dense firepower instantly struck the steel panels along both sides of the truck bed with a rapid series of pops, sending countless sparks flying.

After work, Cheng Lingzhi ran into Li Huanran in the elevator again. He did not look well, with heavy dark circles beneath his eyes. Cheng Lingzhi guessed that he had been unable to sleep after she rejected him yesterday.

Looking at the end of the whirlwind not far ahead, Ape Spirit understood that at his current speed, he simply could not make it through in time. And at this speed, if he failed, he would be unable to stop himself from rushing into the Space Rift.

She had originally planned to steal something from Leng Haoxuan. But she had been temporarily drawn to Leng Haoxuan and wanted to spend a night with him and have his child. Later, after becoming pregnant, she had gone to find Leng Haoxuan without any plan at all. In the end, she had been forced to flee abroad. None of this had been part of the plan.

The Martial Generals on Yuan Shu's side immediately drew their swords and spears as well. For a moment, the command tent was filled with the scent of gunpowder.

"Stay at the entrance. I'll go in and take a look first." The moment Hua Tuo spoke, no one dared say another word.

Ape Spirit looked coldly at Boton. Given his strength, he naturally did not take such verbal provocation to heart. In his eyes, Boton might have been somewhat stronger, but only somewhat. He was still like an ant, someone Ape Spirit could kill with a casual gesture.

Long Feiyun knew that Feng Wushuang's growing exhaustion was caused by the complete loss of her inner strength. Listening to Feng Wushuang's deep breathing, Long Feiyun gazed at the horizon where a faint glimmer of dawn had appeared, his heart filled with pity for her.

Bazel swept his right hand, sending out a streak of red light that severed the tentacle. Yet his body inevitably paused, and more tentacles shot out to seize the opportunity.

Unable to suppress their curiosity, Guo Jia and Mi Heng immediately circled around to stand before the old man. The instant they saw his face, they shuddered. He wore a pitch-black mask, an exaggerated thing that looked both human and beastly. Its eye sockets were huge and painted scarlet.