Chapter 32: Otherwise, We Shall Die Here Together

Mu Tong’s body shuddered. He realized that if the Mu family’s experts were to swarm Nie Ying all at once, even if they managed to take him down, it would inevitably leave a stain of shame in the eyes of the public. They would likely never be able to recover from such a reputation for the rest of their lives. Not to mention, his political rivals might use this as an excuse to attack him, and the Imperial Court, for the sake of its own image, might strip him of his title as Grand General.

“Wow! That’s amazing. Captain, shouldn’t a person like that be offered a high-paying job and tasked with assisting scientists in their research?” Ren Zhengzhi asked.

Wang Yilong divided the food processing plant staff into two categories: salespeople, responsible for market expansion and product promotion; and technicians, responsible for operating the assembly lines. Wang Yilong had only one requirement: they must be under thirty years of age, physically strong, and experienced candidates would be given priority.

“The vanguard, the vanguard is less than three miles from our army. You can see them once you cross the hill ahead. The main force is about four miles away. The rear guard consists entirely of infantry; they are slow and will take at least another hour to reach this location!” Although the scout was injured, his words remained clear and concise.

With signal flags waving and shouts ringing out, the fleet led by Brother Wang slowly set sail, moving along the newly excavated waterway toward Anle Island.

Within two days, four massive workshops rose from the ground, growing with astonishing speed like wild grass in early spring.

Xu Sanduo was covered in even more wounds now. His cultivation level was not high, and the "Star Sect" was merely a third-rate sect in the world of cultivation. Although they were stronger than ordinary mortals, the sheer number of enemies could overwhelm even an elephant. In the end, he had no choice but to retract his flying sword and return to the mountain peak on foot.

The blood of the Rending-Tooth Demon had a heavy, pungent odor, and the castor-demon seeds looked like rat droppings and had a strange smell. To be honest, everyone was skeptical of the "fragrant meat" Luo Ling boasted about. Being a savage, his standards for fine dining were several notches lower; this was understandable.

“Also, if you can pull the strings with your connections upstairs, I will definitely give you my full cooperation here,” Liu Zhengye said with a smile.

With a thunderous boom, the giant sand worm exploded into a rain of blood that filled the sky. Chunks of flesh and bodily fluids splattered everywhere, drenching everything within a fifty-meter radius of the sand worm in disgusting remains.

Thinking of this, Duanbi Shan couldn't help but feel that Heaven was incredibly unfair. Why did others receive so many blessings while he did not? Even a perfectly good bond of fate had been cruelly torn apart.

The Nanyang soldiers nearby dared not act rashly. They were the type to bully the weak and fear the strong; they had shown no mercy toward the Ninth Prince when they first arrived, yet now they were terrified to the point of losing control of their bowels at the sight of the King of Xifan.

She was a senior makeup artist at the main branch of Luur, and she had already put all her effort into applying Shen Ke’s makeup. How could anyone still be dissatisfied?

Moreover, Ming Changxi did not make a move, letting them handle it instead; clearly, he wanted to see if they possessed the necessary courage.

In the Heavenly Palace, there was an Execution Platform for Gods. This was a place where those who violated heavenly laws could go to receive their punishment voluntarily, and one could arrive there instantly through sheer willpower.

“Young Madam, you shouldn't go in just yet. Going in now will only bring you bad luck,” Kailin said, failing to notice the flicker of gloom in Ruan Yuling’s eyes.

You said you had seen through the infighting of the wealthy families and wanted to go into seclusion with me. Do you know how happy I was back then?

Zhao Guyuan was slightly unhappy. Why was he assigned the most cowardly task? Did they think he was incompetent?

“Gu Er is getting smarter by the day.” Gu Changhuai’s eyes deepened, his words carrying a profound subtext.

The kick was so precise that it made Ming Changxi’s scalp tingle, a sudden chill creeping up his lower body.

This was also Ye Huanghai’s goal. He could understand them, and he was now giving them a chance to choose—which was also their chance to survive. To this moment, the three Heavenly Tiger Guards hadn't even noticed Sylvanas beside Ye Huanghai; Ye Huanghai had realized this when he noticed their eyes remained fixated solely on him during their conversation.

Before entering, Zhao Chun had already flooded his entire body with that strange, hot spiritual energy. This was why he wasn't being torn apart by the wind or frozen into an icicle, but using spiritual energy in such a primitive and barbaric way did not allow him to control his body in the wind. He began to slowly adjust his spiritual energy according to the incantations of the Wind-Riding Art.

Even the police officers, seeing Qin Chuan walk out, were so frightened that they scattered, not daring to get close, their faces filled with terror.

Once Jian Ning’s studio completed an order, they would notify the registered clansmen to come and collect the clothing or items they needed.

“Ugh… pfft…” He had barely kept it in his mouth for two seconds before spitting out the chicken wing, as if it were poison.

On the training ground, Chen Shanming answered a phone call and then walked over to Fan Tianlei.

Jian Ning said, “Bu, I will wait until my body has recovered to finish making them. I will still fill them with swan feathers.”

“Is it really that exaggerated?” Among the Eight Great Demons, the Heaven-Swallowing Dog muttered, refusing to believe that Dragon-Tooth Rice could have such effects.

A black curse mark appeared on Sasuke’s neck, and Sasuke let out a scream before fainting in agony.

He naturally lacked the courage to challenge Zhao Qian, because he was also a pianist and knew just how stunning Zhao Qian’s performance had been.

After Zhao Qian briefly explained the rules of the game to them, they became even more eager to try.

Dugu Yifang walked along the road with his core team. He looked at these carefully selected individuals and couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. Not to mention his own trusted aides, even the two experts he had hired at great expense were very satisfactory to him.

Kunsha and the others felt confused upon seeing the object, but in the livestream comments, someone had already recognized it instantly.

As if he were an undying demon god, the figure of the Slaughter Heavenly Sovereign staggered, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Because the ground had been overturned, Yao Yue’s entire body tilted backward, and as her hand, which was exerting suction, was forced upward, Ichimaru Gin was freed from the gravitational pull.

Yamazaki Jun glanced back at him in confusion, then followed the man’s gaze. His expression froze, for he saw that just twenty meters away, Ling Jianming, who had reached the shore ahead of them, was not continuing his escape but was performing some strange actions.

“Roar!” With a furious roar, a True Dragon flew out from the darkness behind Zhu Hong and instantly charged into the angel battle formation, tearing a massive gap through it!

Ling Xiao looked at Shui Yue, who still wore a miserable expression, clearly having ignored his words. He shook his head helplessly; saying anything more would only be a waste of breath.

“Battle the Master of Feitian Manor?” Ye Chen and Lin Suxin asked in unison after hearing the words of the handsome man in white as pure as snow.

But he didn't voice those words, simply because he didn't want Tang Qingyu to lose face or get stubborn and refuse his help. If that happened, wouldn't Ning Shuiyue beat him half to death?