Volume 1, Chapter 40: Grandson! Come on and kill your grandpa again! Whoever doesn't kill is no true Lighthousean!

In early August, he sent her back to the Liu Mansion, stating that she would be married off from there. Inside the Liu Mansion, everyone was overjoyed, and wedding preparations were in full swing.

First, he struck the towering structure with a single punch, shattering a large portion of the spire while causing the entire tower to sway. This forced Mu Chen and Hu Ting to steady themselves, buying him precious time for his next move.

This was my first encounter with a flame zombie, so I was unsure of its strength. However, seeing the blazing fire engulfing its body, I realized that this zombie possessed supernatural abilities, placing its power level at least at the A-rank.

Right now, these three strangers had suddenly appeared before the Three Giants. This meant one of two things: either these three had been hiding in Sky-Scraping City for a long time, or they had slipped past security checkpoints undetected, infiltrating the city without a sound.

Yet regardless of the method, no matter how powerful those three approaches might be, they still remained within the Bronze tier. And above the Bronze tier lay the Silver tier.

Ma Qingfeng could not help but chuckle, while Hai Wushuang covered her mouth with a smile. If Dugu Ying were asked to casually mix some medicines to sell, she would undoubtedly surpass that so-called grandmaster alchemist.

"You stole the ginseng and intended to fence it at Kang Kang Pharmacy. I caught you red-handed right there." Pan Yuxin blurted out in a rush of anxiety.

A crater dozens of feet wide was blasted into the ground. After a moment, with a furious roar, the leader of the men in black leaped out from the pit.

Dinner would be served soon that afternoon, offering whatever food one desired. It was impossible to comprehend what this so-called training was about—were they supposed to stuff themselves into fat pigs and use that as disguise?

As the song concluded, deafening applause and cheers instantly erupted from the audience, rolling in wave after wave like crashing ocean tides, lifting the atmosphere to yet another climax.

It was announced that all the problematic cosmetics previously sold had been recalled and would be completely destroyed at ten o'clock tomorrow morning. The process would be completed under the supervision of representatives from various enterprises and government bodies, including the Administration for Industry and Commerce.

The boss of the entertainment company had kicked the bucket; whom could she rely on now? Niu Yan seemed to have exhausted all her patience. These were the only few fruits left hanging on the tree.

Leng Zhi heard the laughter and only then noticed that her dress was askew. More importantly, in such freezing weather, it was impossible to tell which direction the wind was blowing from. "Heartless wretch!" Leng Zhi muttered to herself before continuing forward, once again regretting having gotten Yu Wan pregnant; otherwise, she would have given Yu Wan a taste of her wrath today.

This was clearly laid on far too thick. Whether outsiders could stomach it or not was uncertain, but Yu Wan and Leng Zhi certainly could not.

Hearing this, Ling Ruoxuan straightened her posture, gently flicking the wrinkles on her skirt, and a faint smile bloomed at the corners of her lips as she waited for Xia Moyuan to enter.

Furthermore, because this child was somewhat older than Leng Yao, his facial features had already fully matured, making his resemblance unmistakable.

"He could have completely told me. I was more than willing to bear the danger alongside him." Yin Mengli gently bit her lower lip, a glistening moisture welling up in her eyes.

Yu Wan turned her head away in silence, quietly pushing the door open. Taking a deep breath, she returned to the master bedroom as if nothing had happened at all.

With a sudden gust, a window left unlatched in the corridor swung open, and a fierce wind rushed in, whipping away the white shroud draped over the food cart.

Bisha had never expected that one of the top five coaches at the Kamba Training Camp would hold such an extraordinarily high opinion of that Huaxia man, finding it utterly unbelievable.

Yet before heading to the cockpit, he had to deal with the surveillance room, which was also located at the bow of the ship. Otherwise, every public area on the cruise liner would remain under the watchful eyes of the numerous cameras onboard.

To be frank, Xiu Men could not be called conventionally handsome, but his distinct facial contours gave him a rugged and chiseled look, projecting a deeply masculine aura. Coupled with his aggressive fighting style, he was immensely adored by cage-fighting fans.

Ah Xin's lips curved upward in a smirk as he pointed a single finger toward the sky, pacing around the cage like a monarch inspecting his dominion. It was as though he were proclaiming that this was his territory and no one could ever defeat him on his turf.

"Gaara, put that aside for a moment. I need to talk to you about something very important," Ran Bing said.

Without another word, she picked up her phone and threatened to call the police. Fang's father and mother, who had moments before looked like ferocious tigers ready to devour someone, immediately scrambled away on unsteady legs.

A cultivator must not only persevere along the grand dao of cultivation with an unyielding spirit and resolute willpower—the fundamental prerequisites for attaining the grand dao—but that alone was not enough. One also required celestial affinity, the inherent aptitude to become an immortal, and upon possessing that aptitude, one still had to seek out one's destined celestial destiny.

Who could ever know if a single slightly imperfect movement might offend these pampered masters?

"Very well, I shall wait for it to arrive right here. The moment it appears, we will lure it into the array," Ye Di said to Zhang Tiezhen and the others.

Takeuchi, who had been hiding in the underground command post in Myitkyina, awaited the worst of news. The massive massacre he had anticipated did not occur; instead, he was stunned to learn that roughly three hundred enemy soldiers had landed right atop his main positions and destroyed his artillery.

Outside the guesthouse stood a man dressed in a black long-sleeved shirt, black athletic trousers, and black sneakers, with the brim of his black cap pulled down low, sneaking mysteriously toward the guardroom.