Chapter 320: A Narrow Escape

"Understood!" Shen Qiuyue turned swiftly, sweeping her sword in a wide arc to force back the two martial artists on her left.

The enemy's offensive grew increasingly dense as the heavy-armored vanguard began to close in.

Bearing colossal shields and massive weaponry, they pressed forward step by step, seemingly impervious to light attacks.

"Captain, the heavies are here! My pulse rifle is like a tickle to them!" Sun Yang shouted.

"Ruoxi, use the drone to suppress their advance!" Li

Poseidon, holding a machine gun, pinned down an entire squad by sheer suppression; anyone brave enough to peek out was instantly downed by a headshot.

Stepping off the vehicle, Gong Moliang and his two companions were forced to vow repeatedly—under the taxi driver's earnest, painstaking admonishments—that they would never stay out so late at night again, before the satisfied cab finally dissolved into the vast darkness.

Since the Prince's deception had been proven, then everything else must surely be shrouded in lies as well. Zhong Yangyi could neither accept this nor bring himself to face reality, choosing instead to remain cooped up in his room.

Spoken like that... Li Congjia actually couldn't find a single flaw in the argument, though it felt as if nothing had really been said at all.

This was precisely why many martial artists, upon reaching a lofty realm of cultivation and discovering that their techniques were not the most suitable for them, still chose not to change their path.

"Just what kind of utterly unscrupulous deed was it?" Zhong Zhengdao inquired out of curiosity, his gaze shifting to peer behind Xiang Hansong.

The youth with white hair and white brows finally realized the chasm between himself and a true god; from the perspective of life hierarchy alone, he was still far too distant from that threshold.

In the living room, Fang Yuan held the mirror forged from the cranial fossil of Pangu, watching the scenes within over and over like a movie on repeat—capturing the period five years ago when he had created the Steel Bead World.

This was the true purpose behind Li Fengman's overnight rush back; whether it was potatoes, chili peppers, tomatoes, or corn, the seeds were exceedingly limited, and if they failed once, there would hardly be a second chance, demanding absolute caution.

"Don't worry, Uncle, I guarantee it will be delicious!" Before the old man could finish speaking, Ding Feng casually grabbed a boxed meal and stuffed it into the elder's hands.

As an intelligence unit formed through recruitment by the Japanese army, it naturally required appropriate operatives in addition to professional intelligence personnel. Among those who survived, many were operational assets brought into the fold.

Having barely rested the entire night, they had been dispatched at the crack of dawn to pursue the harassers, only to gain no advantage and instead lose half a cavalry squadron, not to mention the sniped infantrymen—over a hundred lives squandered in vain.

This time, Hu Biao did not intend to defend the city to the death again; instead, he hoped to lead the special service company to utilize its elite status and mobility to execute several decapitation strikes or sabotage operations. In this manner, they would support the frontline resistance forces and expand the fruits of this campaign.

After all, he had just clashed with Veggie Jonson not long ago; during the encounter, it was inevitable that his clothes would get soiled, while the wrinkles were a result of being parched by the Buddhist lantern fire.

Bu Tian asked the old man in confusion, "Grandpa Xiao, who are those people, and how do they know about the secret in your hands?"

"Fine! No problem!" Li Ke unbuckled his longsword, handed it to Ashina Yun beside him, and ordered his subordinates to bind him securely.

"...Gag!" Just as the young man was about to step forward, a violent wave of nausea overwhelmed him, and he ducked his head, throwing up with a loud retch.

His gaze drifted toward the distant horizon, where he seemed to discern a familiar silhouette facing away from him amidst the mist and clouds, before vanishing with the wind.

Yang Tian knew he was somewhat in the wrong for stepping in halfway through the planting, and his gaze fell upon the elderly man surnamed Lei beneath the crooked-necked tree.

Wang Mo was definitively the first—the one who shattered the myth that NPCs were absolutely invincible in duels against players, participating in and even spearheading a war against a hostile faction's NPC forces for the first time as a player, thereby instilling confidence in the Alliance of Good and Order to defeat their adversaries.

Within the great hall, the Lord of Golden Ao Island leaned back in his chair, watching the celestial demons dance to the tinkling of jade pendants. Ye Ting and Yang Mei were somewhat dumbfounded; everyone else was seizing every moment to cultivate, yet the Island Lord was actually in the mood to watch dancing?

"Regarding Xuanyuan's advantages, Li Longji and Wu Meiniang make no difference; one is too intimate with the demon race, while the other—a hen crowing at dawn—is too close to the Buddhist sect, appearing entirely identical in the eyes of the Four Sacred Emperors," Chang said slowly, watching the humanity's power begin to dissipate gradually in the sky.

The Sword Ancestor of Destruction had a direction to strive toward, and Fang Shen was not one to be left behind; during the upcoming period of stability, neither of them would halt their steps.

Yang Qifeng's physical body had already reached the peak of the Golden Immortal realm, but Liu Chenxiang had not; like Yang Qifeng, he had attained the Diamond Incorruptible Body through physical cultivation, yet Liu Chenxiang had only just entered this state, leaving immense room for growth.

Amidst his avarice, the man's eyes instantly turned blood-red, and the fingers of both hands suddenly flicked forward; with a resonant hum accompanying the motion, ten vibrant lines of red and green shot from his fingertips. Yet the moment these threads caught the wind, they abruptly transformed into ten rainbows of light and vanished into the sky.

As Yang Qifeng spoke, he reached directly into his robe and pulled out an object; what he produced was the remainder of his Demon God blood, of which five types remained, though the ones he withdrew now numbered only three—namely, the Bi Fang, the Ying Yu, and the Gu Diao.

Those who entered the Ruins of Return were far more than just the group from the Divine Relic Continent of Sacred Spirits; it was merely that they were all situated in different worlds of return, and thus Fang Shen had not encountered them.

"I didn't hear anything; I went by intuition. A sensation that danger is approaching. It shouldn't be wrong," the man remarked.

Upon learning the news, Su Zhilong had run straight to the organizers to clarify the situation, and had now returned with the latest updates.

However, if one were to solely contemplate the information disclosed by this attack, everything became considerably more intriguing.

Consequently, when Chu Hang compiled this body-tempering cultivation manual, he hit a bottleneck a total of fourteen times across the four main branches and ten sub-branches; he himself did not know if the method he ultimately recorded was the absolute best, but such things could not be refined without practice, leaving him with no choice but to leave it as it was for the time being.

Those were crossbow bolts forged from B10-grade alloy and coated with neurotoxins, a favorite gear among the hunters.

"Where is Du Bixing?" Zhai Yong inquired of Meng Xing, the head of the Microstar Training Camp—the very person who had initially registered Du Bixing's information.

With a few leaps and bounds, Zhang Shuo dashed instantly to an edge, and without a second thought, gripped the precipice and flipped himself downward.

After all, they weren't very familiar, and Xu Hui knew little about the Jet Li of this timeline; he only knew that the man still enjoyed the reputation of the King of Kung Fu, but as for his biography and life story, he was completely in the dark.

Perhaps it was because Li Yang was truly composed, or perhaps it was because the surrounding waves, though churning, were not quite as terrifying as imagined.

"Old Wang, say no more." Gu Li barked a reprimand, and the team member immediately shut his mouth; it was evident that Gu Li commanded immense prestige.