25 Chapter 25

A thunderous roar like the beating of war drums erupted from within his body, and a manifestation appeared in the air—it was an Iron Pagoda.

"Fellow Daoist, your analysis makes a lot of sense, but in my view, the person behind this is not the two Western Sages, but someone else entirely!" Primordial Heaven proclaimed with a mysterious air.

Chen Bei, relying solely on his superior cultivation, pushed forward aggressively while dragging Baicao along. Though his movements lacked the ethereal grace of the Tree Tribe, his speed was not a whit slower.

Later, due to the limited quantity, he did not make these items public, keeping most for his own use at home.

Around the Spring Festival, firecrackers in South Chen Village were exceptionally lively. The village was small, with only about 200 households and 800 residents. With over a hundred people working as apprentices at the Limin Machinery Factory, running transport, collecting scrap, working on construction sites, or doing odd jobs in logistics canteens, it was a very prosperous year.

The opponent stood there, doing nothing at all, yet managed to force him back. Now, the arm holding the Golden Cudgel felt completely numb. The opponent was not just an expert; he was an expert among experts, a titan among masters.

Not long ago, it had been awakened and stripped of its totem power by the sheep horns; now, it had been awakened again by Chen Bei, leaving it deeply dissatisfied.

Having taken a hit from a Six-Star Dou Sheng, even with Xiao Chen’s formidable strength, he should have vomited blood; otherwise, it would be too terrifying. And there it was—the blood was spat out, making the scene feel all too real.

He was the strongest of the five elders, having stepped into the Manifestation Realm fifty years ago. Since then, he had lived in seclusion and rarely acted, yet his status was second only to the clan leader and the ancestors of the Eastern family.

Ye Hanbing stared at the dilapidated row of bungalows, where it was unclear if anyone still lived, and the black sedan driven by the human traffickers.

With a surge of energy, the light blade in his hand flashed and transformed into a light spear. His eyes flared red as he lunged forward, the spear pointing directly at Wu Tian’s chest.

Yelu Qi was dressed in the signature black trousers and blue tunic of the Dragon Cavalry, wearing high-top protective boots and an eight-petaled iron-tipped helmet—he was fully equipped.

Ding Jianzhong and Chen Zhipeng walked to the front of the stage together and bowed to the audience. The crowd applauded and cheered; the program had a twist, and the final effect was marvelous.

Yang Xuangan swung his long spear once more, impaling Wang Ba’s head upon the tip and raising it high. The face, still wearing an expression of dying resentment, faced the rebel ranks, causing the hearts of all who saw it to shatter in terror.

During the day, Liu Chen stayed at the Dragon and Tiger Villa. Elder Duan would not let him leave, insisting that since Shangguan Fengyun would seek revenge, this was the safest place.

Crossbow bolts struck down a row of soldiers, followed by the explosion of objects thrown from behind, instantly throwing the ranks into chaos.

In truth, Wu Ming had already prepared himself to go without sleep. Given his cultivation, going a day or two without rest meant nothing, and going downstairs at dawn allowed him to capture the first purple rays of the rising sun for his practice.

The Jinyiwei scout navigated the path, walking over uneven ground and passing one cave entrance after another; the group following behind did the same.

The college students were very enthusiastic, many being fans and members of the Moqi Network. They were well-acquainted with Moqi, and as friends chatting and laughing, the atmosphere was exceptionally harmonious.

Feng Hao’s right thumb-web split open, and blood trickled down his wrist, staining his sleeves, hair, eye corners, and face. A few drops fell to the ground, splashing like blood-red blossoms.

In terms of profit per unit, Huaxin’s digital SLRs had the edge, but their sales were utterly crushed by electronic dictionaries.

Since entering the palace, Consort Cao had never enjoyed favor, living a meager existence on a tiny monthly allowance.

At this very moment, the Great Wizard, still waiting outside the soul cage, inexplicably felt a shiver run through his entire body.

Returning home, Zhou Ran sorted the fabrics and then retreated to her room with the remainder.

"Sichang, your primary objective on this trip to Silla with Yaoshi is to train and develop the junior and middle-ranking officers and military students accompanying the delegation."

Consort Jing knew Nian Shilan was always free-spirited and indifferent to others, so she did not take her current attitude to heart.

The youngest, Chen An, had been in charge of the controlled nuclear fusion project since 1985. To this day, although a true artificial sun had yet to be built, he had overcome many technical hurdles, placing our country in a world-leading position in the field of controlled nuclear fusion.

The machine gun squad soldiers nearby stared at the Maxim heavy machine gun in front of Wang Gensheng, drooling at the sight.

Once He Mei’s status shifted from a victim to a suspect, the necessary questions had to be asked.

Cui Xiao’s shoulder felt somewhat numb from the impact. As she opened her eyes, still shaken, she realized that the person who had saved her was not a fellow yamen runner, but a young man she had never seen before.

To Wenren Ya, Lou Xingchang was her personal possession; she was unwilling to display it, and it was absolutely not to be shared.

Nangong Fei felt somewhat embarrassed. Looking at her son’s expectant face, she dared not rashly bring him into the space bubble to bathe in the Spirit Spring.

The vegetables she had worked so hard to grow were all destroyed, leaving a scene of ruin. One had to know that the water used to grow the vegetables had been hard-won from Erha; not only did the vegetables grow well, but they also carried wisps of spiritual energy.

Her eyes transformed into the archetypes of the sun and moon, the center of this heaven and earth, while her long hair became like rivers of stars, piercing through the dark firmament.

When she had visited before, Mu Wanqing had been quite polite to her; why was she so cold and dismissive today?

Bai Luo felt as if he had been force-fed a mouthful of dog food. Was the conflict between the Corpse Bride and Fengdu really because of that kind of relationship?

To enter the ranks of core figures, one needed a mastery of many languages, and this casual remark was also a test.

Before it could discern the source of the bloody scent, the Nine-Life Emperor jumped out from somewhere and burrowed into its arms. There was no need to doubt it—this fellow had definitely returned after stirring up trouble.

"Your grandfather said that your grandmother didn't have much energy halfway through and wanted to return to the country. You know your grandmother’s temper; if she says she must return, she must, and your grandfather has no choice but to listen."

Lin Shan felt his body becoming increasingly heavy, slowly lying down against the cave wall. Feng Ranran sat to the side, carefully examining his wounds. She was all too familiar with this technique; it was the same method used by the person who had held the black bead against her earlier.