Chapter 263: Defense Power Exceeds the Chart

"This fellow is not to be easily trifled with!"

Bai Lin set to work immediately, analyzing the data through his instruments, a trace of tension slipping into his voice. "Their defensive parameters are even higher than the previous ones; a frontal assault will scarcely yield any results!"

"Then we find a flaw!"

The chain-sword in Li Chang'an's hand flared to life as he spoke coldly. "Han Ruoxi, Sun Yang, keep drawing their fire. Bai Lin, look for a weakness. Shen Qiuyue, with me!"

"Understood!"

"If all else fails, we can just buy it with money!" Niu Niu's father suggested, a desperate burst of inspiration striking him in his anxiety.

"Within this Scroll of a Hundred Beauties, I have come to know many sisters; look, it is them. They are all dear companions I met inside the scroll, wherein we have already forgotten how many eons we have remained sealed."

To gain a foot and want an inch is the inherent nature of many men; naturally, the Lord of Marseille, who had just been defrauded of a hundred pounds of green fluorite, belonged to this breed. Though he had in truth only contributed thirty-five pounds, it still exceeded the value of a complete Immortal Set, and so the notion of how to recoup his losses lingered persistently in his mind.

Having arranged everything, Liu De exchanged for some pots, pans, instant noodles, as well as rice, bread, drinks, and other provisions, depositing them all into the kitchen before beginning to prepare a meal.

When Gu Shi'an and his companions arrived, his mother was standing outside the intensive care unit, stealthily wiping away her tears. Seeing people approach, she hastily brushed them dry again.

The earth-shattering spear-light ground to an abrupt halt a mere inch from Liu De's brow, utterly unable to pierce that invisible, absolutely invincible shield of light, shattering instead inch by inch.

Upon leaving, he caught sight of Shen Qing standing by the door; he paused for a moment, yet departed without uttering a single word.

In truth, aside from Lin Weiwei clinching the championship and trending on Weibo, Han Yuyun's regretful defeat, her narrow miss of the grand title, and the mere one thousand votes deficit were also focal points that generated topics and climbed the Weibo hot search charts.

These corpse guards stood approximately eighteen Zhang tall, each wielding a massive black greatsword and clad still in black armor. Occupying the entire perimeter of the clearing, they advanced slowly toward Liu De.

Judging by the state of the burning concentration incense placed before him, one could tell he must have already been deep in meditation for some time. The incense pillar, capable of burning for at least two double-hours after being lit, was now left with less than half its height.

First was the progress of his aerial transport hub, which could only be described as fraught with difficulties. The hydrogen biochemical pool had already been constructed, and large-scale hydrogen production was underway in an orderly fashion, accumulating a vast reserve of liquid hydrogen and liquid oxygen in preparation for the grand strategic plan of a future aerial transport network.

"Fu Hong and Wu Zhong have very likely met with disaster," he said, his expression grave. He was about to continue when he caught sight of Liu'an pouring tea once more, his movements gentle and steady, to the extent that not a single droplet of water splashed onto the table near the teacup.

She refused to believe that the He family could completely expunge this matter. Even if her father were ever so powerful, surely he could not destroy the records of the Lin family?

Whatever thoughts the Jin family harbored, Lin Fan paid them no heed. Upon arriving at the Jin residence, he first tended to the wounds of Shi Yu and Qing Chen.

According to the daily routine, Hong Qiang would normally venture out alone to hunt at this hour; however, as there were other tasks today, Lu Yang did not intend to let him act on his own.

Yet the Enforcers, who were the focus of everyone's gaze, felt nothing at all; in their eyes, the so-called empires of the Ninth Heaven were nothing more than ants, whose rise and fall held no consequence for them whatsoever.

The audience burst into uproarious laughter, for aside from Gates mocking himself, this man was the first to ever utter such jests at Gates's expense.

Anyone would feel uneasy being stared at in such a manner, much less Gu Mo, who already harbored misgivings in his heart; before long, he could bear it no further and averted his gaze.

Upon the rock walls on both sides of the passageway, a magic oil lamp meant for illumination was placed every ten meters or so, yet Fang Yan did not light them as he had done during his previous entrance.