Volume 1, Chapter 57: Art of Skill Absorption

In reality, however, the situation was quite different. Due to concerns regarding loyalty, the Black-Armored Corps was almost entirely monopolized by the tribes that had first joined Huacheng, with fully eighty percent of its soldiers hailing from those very groups.

Just as Ding Lei was about to charge forward and wipe them all out in one fell swoop, a voice echoed directly within his mind.

This Yellow Wind Great Sage had now undergone a complete transformation. Although his appearance remained unchanged, his aura was now worlds apart from what it used to be.

Recently, Mount Ximang had been exceptionally peaceful, and Su Zhan did not constantly use his divine sense to probe the surrounding information. After all, Su Zhan was still in a state of seclusion; even though it was merely a matter of gradual, painstaking effort, it was still best to keep the use of divine sense to a minimum.

Having just returned, the City Lord immediately took Ding Lei and Kelly to the Guild Hall to reissue their Gold-grade badges.

"You damn well didn't even give a warning!" Yuugi grabbed onto the concrete road tightly to prevent herself from failing to keep up with the rate of descent.

By now, the monkey had long since become a Grand Luo Celestial Immortal. Although incomparable to Wang Chuan, he could still be considered a formidable expert within the Three Realms.

The centurions hurriedly issued their commands, and all the Roman heavy infantrymen instantly raised their large shields above their heads, dropping into a crouching posture. The next moment, a countless, pattering rain of arrows descended. Both the shields of the Roman soldiers and the open ground nearby were instantly pierced by the dense volley of arrows fired by the Parthians.

Because only Wang Hao had witnessed with his own eyes what kind of landscape the Great Desolate would transform into in the future.

Zhao Bo was cursed into a pulp by his old man and dared not talk back. Harboring a stifled breath, he glared at Zhao Wanqing before retreating to his room while clutching his backside.

Feeling that the water temperature was just right, Bai Xian finally undressed and slowly sank into the wooden bathing tub, allowing the warm, clear water to soak every inch of her skin.

Just as the members of the Ye family were making intense preparations amidst a flurry of activity, various plots and schemes were quietly brewing in other corners of the capital city.

That place was the most dangerous location in the entire Chaos Land; were those two simply trying to court death?

During his time in the palace, Qin Yu had certainly not wasted his days; he had gained some understanding of the various intricate and complex networks of relationships.

Now, having heard her own tragic story, "Today I'm Gonna Marry Him" was brimming with renewed motivation. Excellent—her legs no longer ached, and her feet no longer hurt.

"No, there are four!" At this moment, Qin Tianlong shouted out, blinking and making suggestive facial expressions toward Lu Chen.

Qin Yu offered his promise, considering the terms he presented to be quite generous. After all, for the majority of ordinary commoners, yearning to live within the capital was a luxury they would never dare to entertain.

She ignored Lang Yunjue's mumbling to herself until she heard a rustling sound. Setting down the iron, she looked at the garment and the head currently squeezed inside and unable to pull back out. She figured she should have buttoned it first and then slipped it on, but the fabric was simply too thin, resulting in her current predicament.

The nine figures surrounding them subconsciously distanced themselves from the old man, not daring to draw close. One could easily imagine just how terrifying the old man's might was; he was undoubtedly the most fearsome presence in the entire arena.

The innocent Hinata Tsuki hurriedly shielded Wang Leshui, pulling a towel from her bag to wipe his face.

Wang Leshui let out a chuckle. Only Sakurami Sakura would have mistaken that for skincare lotion.

"If it's just sea sand, I'll give it to you directly; there's no need to trade lifespan for it," Yaoyue said before Sea Sand could even respond.

A regiment was a primary operational unit of the Japanese military during World War II. A Japanese regiment was roughly equivalent to a Chinese brigade or regiment, with its highest commander holding the rank of colonel. The infantry regiment served as the fundamental independent operational unit of the Japanese army. A typical infantry regiment had an establishment of around 4,000 personnel, though units such as field artillery and engineer regiments exhibited much greater fluctuations in staffing.

"A chestnut-furred beast? Could she possibly be talking about me?!" Jessica turned around, flushed, pointed at herself, and cried out involuntarily.

Wang Leshui sat in the back, gazing at the name tattooed over the knight's chest. He remembered that Lillian belonged to the Hospitaller Knights, and her emblem was a cross composed of four arrowheads.

"It is evident that the Barings Bank consortium possesses immense, all-encompassing influence in Britain. They must have known of our impending arrival, which is why the bank closed its doors in advance!" Liu Bocheng said with a solemn expression, "Even so, they still cannot escape the grasp of my palm."

"Brother Liu Xing, what on earth did you do yesterday? You won an entire fitness club?" Liu Rong stared at Liu Xing in astonishment, her eyes wide with disbelief.

"There's no rush. The situation inside is only truly familiar to Xuanyuan Dihong. We had better wait until his condition stabilizes before considering our next move." After all, entering at a time like this meant no one could guarantee what kind of dangers lurked within. Even Yue Mingming considered his combat prowess to be fairly decent, he still dared not act presumptuously.

Although she knew she could not yet reunite with Xiao Diyuan, the mere thought that this son was still alive filled her heart with boundless gratitude.

Jing Ruosu did not sleep the entire night. Before dawn even broke, she stealthily got up on her own and meticulously soaked herself in a bath scented with flower petals.

Human laws and statutes might as well be worthless to him, but this matter concerned more than just the law; it touched upon a fundamental boundary—human morality and ethics.

This was outside the police station, yet given their differing statuses, Nianchu's actions were inherently improper... Someone witnessing this scene might easily let their imagination run wild. Unexpectedly, however, Shen Shaobai merely looked on quietly.

"Alright, stop crying already. I'll take care of this matter!" The old man said as he patted Lisheng's shoulder once more, wiping away the tears streaming down her face.

The demon race had grown powerful and risen, while the Wildness clan had fallen to the point of struggling for survival in the cracks.