Chapter 41: The Dragon Slayer

The latest creation from Shanshan's Light Weapons Research Institute, the "Light Fire-Assault Gun," has a caliber of 30mm and weighs just over twenty-four catties. Including the simple gun mount, it weighs a mere twenty-six catties, making it barely manageable for handheld combat.

More than half a month passed in the blink of an eye. By the time Wuwuchang's wounds had nearly begun to scab over, he started plotting how to coax Xi'er into sleeping with him and get that obnoxious daybed out of his room.

As soon as Chu Lian finished speaking, Helian Changdi's cold, handsome face instantly seemed to radiate light. His eyes grew deep and terrifyingly intense in a fraction of a second, as if he meant to melt anyone who looked into them.

"Got it." Upon receiving the instruction, my sister immediately drew her longbow, and I also triggered a seldom-used ultimate skill—[Starchaser Blade].

Patting his shoulder, Shanshan casually asked a few questions and, upon learning that things were going well, offered a few words of praise.

"What did you say?" Chenxing's grip on the kettle tightened as she raised her eyes in indignation, staring straight at Xuantian.

Fine, play your political games however you like, but in our martial arts underworld, hiring assassins to kill people is acceptable—provided there is one crucial condition: Your Excellency must be able to afford it. After all, dealing with a figure like Zhuang Feng costs considerably more than hiring someone to kill a butcher!

The four team captains looked at each other, somewhat at a loss for what to do. Entering this place felt just like a prisoner entering a cell; wanting to get back out again would be exceedingly difficult.

Although he appeared on the surface to be a handsome Western gentleman, his actual demeanor lacked even a shred of manners or breeding.

The season of raging torrential rains arrived; the rivers burst their banks, and the unstoppable floodwaters submerged the broken walls and ruins of the Bamboo Garden, washing away the final traces as if it had never existed at all. People say that fire and water are ruthless—after a great fire and a great flood, what was left behind?

The deputy commander's pupils constricted. He split the tally in half, returned the other half to Master Shuijing, and then kept his own half, remaining silent.

Osama suddenly made this remark, and Xu Tian looked back at him to find the black brother grinning broadly at his own hands with an expression of lingering satisfaction.

"I've never seen his father, and his mother only showed her face in the morning. Their nanny said that whenever his mother has free time, she's either playing mahjong or shopping; she simply has no time to look after him." Ye Li sighed, took off his sock, and saw that the top of his right foot was swollen. When he pressed it with his hand, a piercing pain shot through him.

Ever since the Songshan Sect surrendered, Zuo Lengchan was defeated by him and joined the Dragon Society, Yue Zhou had not used nanobugs to control him directly as he did with the others.

"Never mind then, Mr. Prewitt, go ahead and attend to your matters. I'll just look around here." In fact, back when he was fighting the orc army, Luo Feng already knew that the overwhelming majority of demihumans did not fit his aesthetic; he was merely putting on an act this time.

Just as Su Xingchen was wholeheartedly immersed in bitter cultivation, striving to break through to the Innate Realm as early as possible, the outside world was also experiencing turbulent times.

Stumbling along in this manner for quite a while, the ground gradually grew wet and muddy, until through the haze he vaguely perceived what seemed to be a boundless marsh where waters and islets intertwined. Within it, toxic waters overflowed and foul vapors rose, while deep in the accumulated rot countless white skeletons and skulls were piled in a jumble, terrifying to behold.

Looking closer, the scenery here was quite distinct from the outside world, devoid of those brightly colored giant mushrooms and dazzling spore trees. Instead, the entire chamber was overgrown with a layer of moss-like flora about a foot long, silky and fluffy, transparent like crystal, casting a brilliant, multicolored radiance that filled the room.

Shaltear was startled and hurriedly summoned her defensive equipment and defensive skills to counter. Being closest to the magic tree, she was naturally the first to be struck by its seeds.

Strange occurrences happen every year, but this year has an abundance of them. Had she known that the grassroots miracle doctor could generate such buzz, Chen玥玥 felt she should have inflated the click count to a million. Yet, as she scrolled down to read the comments below, Chen玥玥 felt utterly defeated.

The so-called "Soaring Ten Thousand Miles" was, at its core, a striking technique that concentrated all of one's internal Qi, consciousness, and spirit. It was simple, direct, and completely devoid of flashy tricks. Once the opponent was locked onto, one would disregard everything else and unleash a full-powered strike.

With Yun Qingshan keeping her company, Shen Yunyou's day could be considered quite fulfilling. It wasn't until dusk, when Shen Yunyou's legs went weak, that Yun Qingshan finally showed mercy and let her go off to rest.

Originally, Li Feng dared to joke and laugh with me, but ever since he learned I was an Early Nascent Soul cultivator, no matter where we were, whenever there was a time he didn't dare speak, he truly kept his mouth shut, making Zhang Yang feel utterly awkward.

Ever since they met in Xianyang City of the Great Qin State, although Shen Feng had never spoken a single word to her, he had always retained this feeling.

"Understood! I'll go with you!" Without needing Baili Moyu to spell it out, Situ Liuyun was well aware of the dire straits Meng Yuqing was living in. If for no other reason, it was simply because she knew secrets she shouldn't know and had witnessed things she shouldn't have seen.

"Shen Yunyu?" Situ Rui conjured Shen Yunyu's appearance in his mind, glanced at Situ Nan, and found himself disbelieving the latter's words.

"When did you join the Revolutionary Party?" Gao Hongbao asked, his face contorted in a bitter expression, looking as though he wanted to curry favor yet wanted to cry at the same time.

Recalling all the past events, Zhang Yang already felt disheartened. After all, the potency of gray magic needed no elaboration; without it, Zhang Yang being in this state was hardly surprising.

"..." Hearing this, Jiang Minghao's lips also twitched involuntarily, naturally recalling something in his mind.