Volume 1, Chapter 53: Renting a Shop in the County Town

Even so, he still looked forward to Xie Lanxue breaking this formation. Regardless of the era it belonged to, he hoped it could be shattered directly so they could leave this place.

Just as Fox transmitted the relevant target information, the S.H.I.E.L.D. special operations agents, who were heading separately toward the various sewers of Gotham City, received the data one after another.

The guards dispersed, some taking the lead and others bringing up the rear, tightly encircling them in the middle. They truly treated them like thieves, though Feng Yu and the others did not care in the least. Only Qingqing seemed extremely frightened, staying close to Jiang Liu the entire time.

Meanwhile, Duanmu Xuesha employed her medical arts, channeling the aura of medicine to draw out the toxicity of the phantom poison leaves, and then drove it straight into Liu Jingyu's chest.

Before the man could finish speaking, a magic arrow pierced straight through his chest. He lowered his head in astonishment as four more magic arrows embedded themselves into his body, after which he lost consciousness, collapsing to the ground limp like an unattended sack of grain.

At this moment, the Third Young Master also caught sight of an acquaintance, never expecting to run into him here.

Just as Meier and the others had assigned their rooms and were preparing to rest, Daisy had just been rescued by the forces of the Bright military.

The Yellow Turban Warrior amulet was designed to activate passively only when the wearer was subjected to harm. This safety lock, however, guaranteed absolute peace of mind simply by wearing it on one's person.

Zhang Xian understood the meaning of a couple of sentences in the middle, primarily because he had heard them when spending time with his sisters-in-law, and he knew what they implied.

The nurses in the hospital, upon hearing this, also planned to form a group to go take a bath. The time would be at night, because only then did they have free time.

Lin He's aura suddenly surged, and with a swift wave, he cleared this pile of rubble aside. Following that, Lin He's gaze narrowed, fixing intently on the spot previously obscured by the heap of stones.

This... Reason and emotion alike dictated that the Silver Alliance could not simply stand by and watch Saudi Arabia take the lead and shoulder the risks. After all, those people were fighting on their behalf, and every nation was driven purely by profit. Could the Saudi side harbor hidden motives?

Those who knew Dongfang Bubai all shivered involuntarily at this sight, while those who did not were filled with suspicion, especially Linghu Chong and Lin Pingzhi.

In this way, Lin He and the others no longer needed to worry about insufficient breath forcing them to surface for air. This advantage allowed them to utilize the effects of the Azure Nether Cold Pool much more effectively, saving a massive amount of time without the worry of interrupting their comprehension.

"Brother Karin, Brother Aizen," Kuina called out as she saw Karin and Aizen approach her side.

"It seems I really need to have a good chat with Shuang to ask some questions," Meisen had been pondering ever since he saw the Grand Admiral of the Navy cursing all the representatives to utter ruin during his final attendance at a United Human Government meeting. He wondered if this "Brother Shuang" was also the Fourth Calamity, just like himself.

"Surveillance Den Den Mushi are installed everywhere inside Impel Down, transmitting the surveillance footage back to the monitors in real time," Domino said after closing the door, pointing to a surveillance Den Den Mushi on the wall as she spoke to Kuina.

Well, strictly speaking, it wasn't a fabrication; Grimshel herself was indeed a High Lord of the Knights of the Silver Hand, albeit a future one.

Zhou Jiuhui frowned deeply. Even though he had already ascended to the Zenith Immortal realm, his opponent was, after all, a Heavenly Monarch-class powerhouse; otherwise, he could never have returned here from the turbulent spatial currents.

Yet three days had passed, and while he had seen plenty of "local specialties," not a single living person had crossed his path. Just as he was preparing to push directly inside and try his luck, he heard a wave of commotion drifting over from not far away.

However, as time went on, those pirates seemed to realize that Chen Xu was merely putting up a bold front with a single handgun.

At this moment, Yu Gen was viewed by all cultivators in the True Martial World as their savior, existing like a god among them.

"Hehe, Yitian, if you want to kill us, it's quite simple—just defeat the Ghost God Ancestor Fayang," said Boram.

Little did they expect that Liangshan's forces had prepared for this in advance. Du Jue took the lead, launching all his lethal moves right from the start, and captured Ding Desun alive in a mere three or four bouts.

At this same moment, Sun An suddenly exerted three tenths more strength into his hands, instantly pressing Fang Jie to the point where he could only parry, entirely devoid of any ability to counterattack.

"Fellow Daoists, victory is now within our grasp! These dragon beasts have all been wiped out by us. As long as we destroy that sacred tree, we can avert a great calamity across the world! On behalf of all present, this old Daoist thanks you!" The Old Celestial Master stepped forward and said with sincere earnestness.

The disciples of the Bamboo Leaf Sect naturally raised no objections, immediately drawing their swords from their scabbards. In an instant, swords were truly bared with rising tension, waiting only for a single command to stain the ground with blood.

As for the Great Song Imperial Army under their command, Lin Chong would not disdain them either. Though he would not absorb all of them into the Liangshan forces, selecting their elite units to join the ranks was certainly feasible.

At the dining table, the group chatted cheerfully throughout the meal, paying particular attention to asking him about being hijacked by poachers on the bus.

Growing old made one prone to sorrow and sentimentality; once tears welled up, her eyes seemed veiled in mist, blurring everything before her. Remembering the doctor's instructions, Mother Tang quickly wiped away her tears.

Ran Min sat unceremoniously on the front end of the carriage, questioning Qin Mu, who was riding a tall and sturdy steed beside him, his face brimming with smiles.

Luo Han was alarmed, realizing their cover was blown. He instantly stopped concealing himself and forcefully pulled his legs, trying to break free from the restraint. Yet the strength of that bony claw was unexpectedly great; even after pulling it up a few centimeters, it refused to budge any further. Looking toward Wuji, the situation was identical.