Chapter 127: War
As time wore on, a more intense offensive soon arrived, falling like a relentless, suffocating downpour that left one gasping for air. Shells screamed through the air in arcs, slamming into the ground ahead and triggering terrifying explosions. The entire battlefield was filled with shouts of slaughter and the thunder of detonations; amidst the swirling smoke, the air reeked of choking gunpowder and filth.
Time ticked away. Shana and the others had all suffered varying degrees of injury, some even severe. Nearby, dozens of sturdy Dragon-Leopard Horses neighed; they were the group’s mounts for this journey, capable of traveling over a thousand miles a day. With speed rivaling that of a cheetah and the bloodline of a dragon, their stamina was extraordinary.
A dark, huddled mass stirred, revealing two slender, elegant hands. The knuckles were defined, the skin as white and lustrous as jade—exquisite beyond measure. They could kill freely wherever they went, constrained by no person and no organization. Born into prestigious families, these children only failed to cultivate if they chose to; there was no level they could not reach.
Twelve banquet tables had been set in the courtyard, but as they were clearly insufficient, Han Shixun hurriedly arranged five more to accommodate the late-arriving guests.
Hashirama’s tone carried a hint of mockery. As he spoke, he flipped his right hand and reached out to grasp the blade of the katana.
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After the door opened, Tian Yi was found sitting at his computer desk. The computer was off, and Tian Yi sat with his fingers interlaced, his chin resting on the back of his hands in deep thought.
Backing out of a program on a whim would incur a breach-of-contract penalty. It was possible that Xu Shizhi could afford it, or perhaps he could not, but more importantly, his popularity would suffer a blow.
"I’m already hurt like this; it wouldn’t be too much to ask for a piggyback ride, would it?" Jiang Zhen feigned pity.
According to Zijin’s calculations, the boss’s berserk gauge should have taken about another minute to fill.
Ye Yu, the young man who had suddenly intruded into her life, had now become her emotional anchor.
The poison on the Viper Staff was concocted by the cultists, who alone knew the antidote. If anyone else touched the staff, the poison would seep through the skin and cause instant death; the cultists, however, remained unaffected.
Su Yuqing managed to shake off the effects of the alcohol for a moment and spoke calmly, her tone laced with resolve.
Xiao Yingying was puzzled. She knew that although Xiao Jun was reckless, she did not believe he was so oblivious to the gravity of his actions, nor did she think he would take a life over such petty jealousies.
The impact was phenomenal; the fans had not expected Zhai Yi to possess offensive skills that rivaled Kobe’s.
Lin Dong constantly challenged his limits during training, relentlessly improving his skills and reaction speed.
After Zhu Wen usurped the throne and carried out a massacre at Baima Station, Chang'an City was ravaged by war time and again. Its glorious status seemed to fade with the passing years.
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Zhai Yi was physically strong and nimble-footed, excelling in drives. Though his vertical leap was average, it did not hinder his court vision.
However, the State Preceptor’s reputation was currently poor; aside from Emperor Rui, no one ever visited the Wuyun Tower.
At this moment, on the island of Macor in Bali, Na Duo and Macor sat together, Macor still trembling uncontrollably.
Seeing Lin Cha emerge, they immediately went to meet her. Noticing her red-rimmed eyes, they knew she must have just been crying.
In the center of the restaurant, a young man in a white suit played the piano, drawing the attention of everyone present.
Seeing Mu Yinchun lunge toward Ye Qianchong, Lin Jie finally lost his temper. He had been holding back until now, but when a single hand proved insufficient to stop him, he simply kicked out.
Afterward, he handed the still-warm lighter to Huaizhen with a slight smile, started the car, and drove forward.
The car was parked not far from the farmhouse. Fearing she might miss Xize, Huaizhen took off her shoes, rolled her trousers above her knees, opened the door, and jumped into the mud. Fortunately, God had gifted humans with nimble feet, far more agile than those encased in shoes. The old woman cried out in alarm, telling her to be careful, to take her time, and not to rush.