Chapter 47

Yet he did not care in the slightest. This time, Han Fei had come practically prepared to die.

"Harter, should we sneak a bite first?" Sylvie had been drooling over the central dish, "Phoenix Spreading Its Wings," for a long time, but after waiting ages without seeing Shen Yibin emerge, she was growing impatient.

Even the stench of a pigsty was something Zhao Ke could endure, but this odor made him instantly desire to give up exploring any further. It was simply too foul.

Three characters blazed across the world, glowing intensely like fire! With a swoosh, they transformed into three giant fireballs, bursting into a roar of dissolution before shattering into millions of sparks that scattered in all directions, vanishing in the blink of an eye.

The computer chimed with the notification of a new message. "Growl..." Mo Yuan's stomach rumbled as well. He really didn't want to turn on the monitor, but this was his job—his own job, a career he had plotted for himself, one he had to take far more seriously than his daytime job as a teacher.

As he spoke, a crisp "crunch" sounded from beneath his feet, and a spine-chilling sensation of falling turned the fat man's face instantly pale. Disregarding his unzipped trousers, he frantically tried to stand up.

"Suspecting an electronic throttle control system failure. Currently, regardless of the accelerator pedal position, the throttle is fully open." Mo Yuan stared straight ahead, spinning the steering wheel as the car rushed past the ramp entrance onto the main highway of the ring road. The speed continued to climb, though the rate of increase began to taper off.

Suddenly, a streak of red electric arc still flashed. A vibrating hand-blade pierced into the Reverse-Flash holding the Spear of Destiny. Under the look of utter disbelief on the Reverse-Flash's face, he began to dissolve into points of light.

"Purple Lady's ability?" Zhang Zhenyu's eyes lit up as he probed. As a man determined to become the king of harems, how could he not know about Gensokyo, which possessed the virtue and integrity of so many cute anime girls?

Wukong was a natural stone monkey. Having consumed countless immortal pills and elixirs back in the Tushita Palace, coupled with the refining fire of the Eight Trigram Furnace, one could only say he held the sky without handles and bound the earth without hoops.

"That's a good suggestion. Yang Lan, we both have computers and are connected to the internet. When we have free time, we can call private schools one by one to inquire, and sooner or later we'll ferret them out," Liu Hong said.

Early the next morning, Li An instinctively hurried to the rooftop at five o'clock, but did not find Hu Jing there.

Not only had the mission prompts from the smart assistant not yet arrived—forcing them to grope their way forward on their own for the time being—more importantly, several exceptionally striking giant planets overhead, obscuring nearly half the sky, served as a constant reminder to everyone that this place was vastly different from the world they knew.

One must bear in mind that this was still the early stage of exploring a new domain, and every single personnel qualified to come here was an elite selected out of thousands. Bai Gang could not bear to treat them simply as expendable cannon fodder to clear mines.

He had been following Xu Yifan to learn how to shoot films. Movies required much finer detail than television dramas, let alone web series. Therefore, from a professional standpoint, having him direct a web series was truly using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.

Being a lord without adhering to the faith meant that the output of his domain would be difficult for the Church to share in for the time being.

aided by the moonlight, Li An instantly recognized that the sentry before him was from the same squad as himself in the recruit company, and had been assigned together to Nie Wanli's squad after being posted to the company.

Beneath the dark, heavy night canopy, the landing shuttles dropped by the spacecraft were easily spotted. Watching this beautiful spectacle akin to falling meteors, Nanshan knew it was his time to enter the stage.

At night, the area outside the cave mouth was pitch black. For the sake of security, Xiao Qing and his companions did not use any candlelight at all. Conditions outside the cave were poor, and inside was no better—a single dim candle flame had half of its light blocked by Xiao Qing using a newspaper.

Even if the royal family had utilized Sovereign Jiwu, they had never done anything detrimental to Sovereign Jiwu, had they?

Ye Zhining looked at the mask in her hand, uncertain whether Qi Hongxiu had used it to commit any evil deeds. Yet no matter how evil, it could hardly be worse than their current troubles. Thinking thus, Ye Zhining calmly accepted it.

Xiao Xingluo frowned. What did Ruyue have to do with him? Why, at such a crucial moment just now, had he actually abandoned killing Dugu Mu for revenge just to save her?

With a loud shout from the Great Knight, the holy light artifact was activated once more, and instantly, a brilliant radiance bathed the two of them.

Before their attacks could land, Gase suddenly swept his hands in a soft, ethereal loop through the empty air. Two strands of milky-white true essence rolled and churned, continuously fusing together, before forming a beautiful and crystalline screen in a split second, the rich, hazy mist within it plainly visible to the naked eye.

Half a cup of tea ago, that mighty and imposing band of outlaws who had sworn to flatten the Heavenly Soldiers could hardly be described as routed—calling them that would be flattering their pride.

She pressed the answer button, and her parents' faces immediately appeared on the phone screen, with the familiar wall visible behind them.

As for Ye Zhining herself, now that she knew Ye Shen'er was searching for a breakthrough opportunity, would she help her? Did they take her for a fool?

Qian Yue truly had no way to deal with Qi Haoyuan. In truth, he felt quite depressed: such an unserious fellow actually possessed such an enviable talent for cultivation; it defied all reason.

"What do you want to do?" Wuxian asked. The people around him had originally been trembling with fear, but upon witnessing the power of that sword strike, they regained their composure. Yet they still clutched their bags tightly, their eyes shifting about uncertainly, as if hesitating over something.