Chapter 166: Martial Scripture, Divine Soul Chapter!

The dual cultivation of soul and body was Lu Shang's ultimate trump card.

It was the finest method for dealing with cultivators, personally endorsed by the venerable Elder Hun.

Yet now, before this youth who was three years his junior, the soul-fire Lu Shang had spent vast resources and agonizing effort to cultivate could not even pierce his opponent's protective shield.

How could this fail to plunge him into despair?

Li Chang'an did not rush forward to resume the fray; instead, he spoke once more, inquiring, "Can we sit down and talk now?"

Many domestic cartoonists were filled with hope; previously, the animation world had been dominated by Japanese and American works.

The Japanese military naturally could not comprehend that when a nation cast into the abyss and sunken to the absolute depths grew enraged to the extreme, the staggering fighting spirit and resolve they unleashed would possess a lethal and destructive power far greater than steel or lava.

The moment Lin Qingyi's words fell, the bullet commentary in the live stream room erupted instantly, flashing at a speed the human eye could not possibly track.

Beholding these onslaughts, the Demon Emperor, despite his supreme confidence in his own might, did not show the slightest negligence, immediately directing his own assault to send a wave of demonic energy crashing toward the three purple lightning dragons.

Being a prince carried many conveniences, yet the resistance encountered was equally terrifying. After all, the Crown Prince would not watch idly as a rival ascended through political achievements, and the first choice of support for the ministers remained the Crown Prince.

Seeing the Five-Sword Ghost-Fire Array rise from the cavern bearing the myriad-year ghost-dragon wood, he retrieved yet another scroll—the Five-Ghost Forging Technique, a forging scroll left to him by the Sovereign of Ghost Fire.

Upon hearing the speculations of the crowd, Zhang Wei's heart could not help but sink; although he could read Manager Wang's inner thoughts, it was precisely because Manager Wang believed this gold-inlaid jade Guanyin statue to be genuine that he had spent a fortune to purchase it.

The living would be instantly slaughtered by the yin winds upon entering; how could anyone refine it, unless they were a master of the caliber of the Perfected Nine Ghosts?

Of course, these were matters for the future and would not bear fruit in a short time; its negative impact on Japan would be a long, continuous process, causing Japan to feel immense pressure and anxiety for a considerable period over the sudden rise of the Red Banner Army, this new type of military force.

Gazing at the dense green foliage, Xiao Tianchi felt a wave of emotion; a fifth-rank spiritual tree took about ten years to reach maturity. If this spiritual tree had only matured recently, it meant he would have to wait another decade or so for the next harvest.

Thus, Yang Chen pondered that his grand opportunity was highly likely connected to the person who accepted the mission, which led him to the Duo Duo Building, hoping to understand the character and style of the task-taker.

"Never mind me, all I want right now is to hold a grandchild! It is infuriating! Old Xiao, we are not shopping anymore, we are going home!" Mother Xiao said in a huff, dragging Father Xiao away with her.

Qiao Xin and Xue Binghai arrived at the sugar refinery, only to find the factory director and government officials locked in a heated dispute over subsidies.

Chen Linzhi checked out of the hotel and arrived at the Anastasia family's villa in town; the garden and lawn were exquisite, though the building itself was not particularly large, spanning just over two hundred square meters in a purely British style of interior design, with dark wooden panels everywhere upon the walls.

"What is the matter?" Li Chuan asked; since the other party had made it so obvious, it would be terribly dense of him not to engage.

Once Gongliang Ping's racing heart had steadied slightly, he launched a fierce and sudden assault; Ye Han leaned to the side, evading the blow, and thrust a sudden fist right toward Gongliang Ping's face, halting abruptly just as it grazed the skin, freezing Gongliang Ping in place as his heart skipped a terrified beat once more.

Tian Ze was overjoyed, yet on the other side, a heavy gloom hung over the four media outlets that had been subjected to the counter-blockade.

Meanwhile, the poetry collection signing event over there was extraordinarily fervent, with people forming a line and shuffling forward one by one, their eyes filled with yearning.

The city of Mengyang had not yet fallen, but it was already in imminent peril; for months, the Mengyang defense line had endured continuous harassment from the Luchuan army, and by now, it was uncertain how many soldiers remained who could actually be deployed to the battlefield.