Volume 1, Chapter 65: Four Against Eighty, Complete Annihilation

The three of them first brandished their heavy crossbows and unleashed a wild barrage of bolts.

It was a pity that, being on the battlefield for the very first time, the three of them were somewhat nervous, and their aim was completely off.

Hou Xiaobai hit the target once every three shots, while Liu Chenxu hit once every five shots.

As for Zhao Dashi...

He emptied his entire crossbow magazine without hitting a single target, and even nearly snapped his fingers on the bowstring.

By this time, the remaining bandits had already spotted them, howling and brandishing various weapons as they charged forward.

The moment for close-quarters combat had finally arrived, and this was precisely Zhao Dashi’s favorite!

Zhao Dashi served as the main vanguard for close-quarters melee combat.

Liu Chenxu provided flank cover, coordinating his saber and shield seamlessly.

Hou Xiaobai acted as the rear guard and sniper, offering support with his crossbow.

The three of them charged directly into the crowd...

Looking ahead, apart from rows of white tombstones, there were only tiers of stone steps, emanating a gloomy atmosphere.

Charlie’s words carried a seductive temptation; his goal was to unite three factions to attack China and do battle against Li Tianyuan.

Pei Feng had undergone the transformation realm refinement twice, and Chu Feiyan had tempered her body twelve times. This undoubtedly laid the most solid foundation for both of them in the Transformation Realm and the Body Tempering Realm respectively. One could even say they had achieved a profound, unprecedented understanding of these two realms.

The three of them joined forces to strike once again, though this time their target was not Cao Liaosong, but Ye Xingyu.

Every alchemist enjoyed a formidable reputation and reaped enormous benefits precisely because of their status as alchemists. Steward Fang had never seen anyone like Mei Xianling, and he inexplicably believed that if Mei Xianling were not trying to establish a sect, she probably would not have exposed her identity as an alchemist at all.

Without soul-binding, how could one activate a magical treasure in times of danger, and how could one save themselves without activating it? Could Mei Xianling have already fallen to her death?

Like an enraged tigress, she lunged straight at Ye Xingyu, giving him quite a start.

Young Master Wen and his companions scrambled away in a panic. Mei Xianling kept her head down, lost in thought, while Mei Zhao waited quietly by her side. Suddenly, Mei Xianling looked in a certain direction, seeming to sense something.

Although Madam Jiang Lu said on the surface, "Oh my, I didn't say I wanted you to buy me anything," in her heart she was extremely pleasantly surprised, never expecting that she too could acquire such fine garments.

Seeing that Yun Mo's movements were restricted, Doudou channeled her demonic power. A ripple slowly emanated from the scroll, and then with a gentle vibration, it wrapped around Yun Mo, restoring his freedom.

Chen Mohan nodded. After watching her take the medicine and fall peacefully asleep, she gently closed the bedroom door behind her.

As for schoolwork, Luo Yang had the system; his proficiency for all subjects was already at plus nine hundred ninety-nine—did he still need to attend classes?

At this moment, Yun Mo's eyes were filled with murderous intent as he coldly stared at Lu Ze, whose legs turned so weak with fright that he almost knelt on the spot.

Chen Ruo was not boasting when she said this; she had seen it earlier that morning. Jia Ruru's entire face had been swollen. Moreover, Chen Ruo had heard Jia Ruru call her parents to ask for sick leave. Presumably, Jia Ruru had already arrived at the hospital by now.

This story was a long one. When Ye Li was first assigned to this military residential compound, he forgot to carry his identification card one day, and the guard at the gate did not recognize him.

They were merely low-level employees of the Qin Corporation. Logically speaking, a grand CEO like him should not waste any energy on them, but why did his gaze look so terrifying?

With that, he pushed Chen Wushuang into the room, closed the door behind them, and with a mischievous grin, pressed his lips to hers.

Not only him, but many people nearby also heard Lin Hao's words, and all of them wore expressions of disbelief. The world could really be this vast?

However, upon seeing the colossal city before her and the oppressive demonic Qi blanketing it, even Ye Xinyuan was not quite so confident.

The various factions of the Northern Taihang Mountains had gathered together to discuss how they might join forces to resist the imperial troops in the future. Yet before they could reach any decision, the government troops attacked once again. This time, however, it was the Qing-Ji Allied Forces; rumor had it that the Xue brothers had reconciled and joined hands to avenge their father.

Having instantly consumed tens of thousands of silver taels, Lei Yu felt a pang of heartache as he walked out. Damn it, he had spent over ten thousand without securing a single thing; this place truly lived up to its reputation as a money-printing machine.

Now A-Kang and his men had not only resorted to firearms but also explosives, blowing up the top floor of the Royal Hotel. This matter had blown up into a massive scandal, and superiors would certainly demand an explanation from the municipal police bureau. If A-Kang and his gang did not flee, death was their only outcome, and this incident would undoubtedly implicate Di Xiong.

"It seems this disaster has arrived far too late. The waters should have overflowed long ago, ever since the demonic seal was unsealed!" Elder Shu said indifferently.

Upon entering Tong Ruo's room, a momentary desolation washed over him. Void of human warmth, the air itself had turned exceptionally frigid.

He was the most ordinary of men, living the mundane life of an ordinary person; yet he was the most extraordinary of men, battling the heavens and fighting against fate, cursing the earth and pointing at the skies, sealing his memories and walking like a corpse, ultimately becoming a generation of demon ancestors.

Sang Li firmly believed that there was no smoke without fire. Since the term "thousand-year blood ginseng" existed in this world, it had to have a reason and a place for its existence.

"If you keep looking at me like that, this Prince will assume you are trying to seduce me," Xiao Haotian said with a half-smile.

He only regretted that he had been blind in his youth and failed to welcome her into his household sooner. Otherwise, with her pristine nature and brilliant orchid heart, what a wonderfully blissful lifelong companion she would have been!

Li Xiao's gaze swept over Qinghe beside him. Qinghe's face was likewise filled with yearning. Both she and Feng Qing loved singing; on the stage, they could truly feel their own existence and the beauty of life.

The man was like a heavily pressing mountain peak. His deep blue old-style military uniform had its sleeves casually rolled up, his sidearm and riding boots gleamed brightly, and his brows and eyes were stern and heroic.

As a soldier, Zhou Zhi made her judgment immediately, but Li Feng was a bit slow to react. Playfulness was one thing, but it seemed they were about to play for keeps this time.

As Wei Bo and Jing Yi entered the arena one after another, Wu Jin followed the big shot deep into the grounds, finally catching sight of the first shadow in his field of vision.