Chapter 345: The Armored Guards Settled It All

Two warriors stepped forward to pin her shoulders. Right at that moment, a great shout rang out. A man burst from among the warriors, lunging fiercely onto the high platform, kicking the two holding Lan Yuyan to the ground. The sudden turbulence caused everyone to cry out in alarm. The newcomer, clad in a warrior's garb, was none other than Holkoz.

Originally, this box was used to hold Tang He's exclusive hidden weapon, the Ice Soul Silver Needle. Tang Tianyu took the silver needle out and set it aside, carrying only the box as he went alone to the far western Xiling Great Snow Pond.

Living off the mountain if you live near it, living off the water if you live near it; he learned from Old Daoist Qin that no matter which tourist scenic spot it was, local people privately guiding visitors up the mountain was a practice that simply could not be eradicated.

But now, because of what her maternal grandfather had said, getting along had become much more awkward; even her mother secretly told her that she no longer knew how to interact with this eldest sister-in-law.

In his hand, a sphere of light gathered from the element of light appeared once more, and the moment it manifested, Qin Ling struck it directly into the body of the dark spirit.

"The enemy has fully retreated, so the mission here is considered over. The young lady also knows how busy the affairs of the capital's sub-altar are," Yang Rui explained.

"The Descent of the Demon!" The Dark Spirit King's eyes were filled with malice. After uttering those words, the aura upon him shifted violently, becoming like a demon from hell, steeped in the breath of death.

Ouyang Sheng caught the slightly excited yet sinister smile on his opponent's face, and his heart suddenly trembled. For a moment, he actually dared not clash with Qin Ling head-on, instinctively stepping aside. Only after he evaded did he suddenly snap back to his senses.

Chen Ao could not help but freeze for a moment. At a time like this, Qin Lang had sent someone here to meet him; could some unexpected turn of events have occurred?

Moreover, the sinister poison inside Ji Piaopiao's body merely required the release of the wicked fire within her to be purged.

"Your Majesty, he is a good man, you should just submit to him." What on earth was that about? Si Feng stole a glance at her, finding it somewhat amusing, wondering why Nanny Jin always liked to think along those lines.

Sure enough, after the sweet dumplings were finished, Jin Yuan carried bags of dumpling wrappers and meat-and-vegetable filling into the living room, causing the guests' eyes to widen in astonishment.

The wooden door closed on its own without Lan Di reaching out to pull it, and the already dim room plunged completely into darkness.

Du Bian could only smile bitterly in his heart. He had thought the family had come to offer him amnesty, but it turned out he had thought too much; the family had come to demand accountability.

"Start it up." After connecting all the equipment, Old Feng cast a glance at Lin Hongfei, offering an encouraging word.

Having spoken, to deepen the meaning of his words, Lan Di reached out and caught a swirl of burning, deep blue flame in his hand, channeling the cycle of life and death; the blue fire vanished instantly, replaced in his left palm by a sphere of profound blue mystic ice.

Jin Yuan descended from the sky, and before he could steady himself against the doorpost, waves of thunderous cheers and the commentator's straining shrieks erupted around him.

Water transport remained disrupted, and grain prices in the capital had already tripled, with some citizens starting to starve.

Xia Rensheng sent all the intelligence from here back to the country, an intelligence report that would ultimately reach Nie Ting; yet what surprised Xia Rensheng was that whenever it concerned his own team, Nie Tianluo seemed to choose direct silence and bystander neutrality.

It was only upon reaching this place that Chen Zu'an and Cheng Qiuqiao truly felt the atmosphere of war, with cars constantly passing by them, laden either with practitioners of the Heavenly Net or packed with supplies.

In this era, there were naturally no talent markets, no recruitment websites, and no intermediary institutions like headhunting firms; generally speaking, taverns or inns located in the commoners' district, besides providing food and lodging, also moonlit as job placement agencies.

In contrast, on the Luocheng side, a single class was loosely packed with fifty people, which could only mean that Luocheng possessed a relatively higher number of Heavenly Nets.

This canyon of a single thread of sky was incredibly long; a group of over a hundred people walked for what felt like a dozen kilometers without being able to see the end.

If Ye Tianxun's cultivation progress had been normal, the Dao Domain would have developed into laws of nature, vitality, the five elements, and the like.

Li Rizhi turned his head to look, discovering that the person shouting was an old woman, presumably Wang Po; she stood right next to the banner of Wang Po's Tea Soup, making it rather difficult to mistake her.

Ouyang Su did not rush to take the stage, but first exchanged a word with Long Shu beside him; then, Ouyang Su rose from his seat, and the moment he stood, deafening cheers erupted from the sidelines, utterly eclipsing everyone else's thunder.

Once Li Rou walked away, Qi Xiaohong began to ask about this and that, if not about how Song Xiangsi's business was doing, then about how much money she had made.

When Song Chuyi saw the news regarding the Song family's car accident, she felt nothing at all; a faint suspicion lingered in her heart, but she did not seek confirmation from Mu Jingxu, for whether it was true or not no longer mattered.

Yet now, it seemed as though all the beauty of the past had been stripped of its original innocence, and everything had faded into bleakness.

If there came a day when she suddenly stopped talking, he would feel unaccustomed to it and actively prompt her, and so this sort of daily routine became a sweet way of interaction in their time together.

The special forces members, who had been full of vigor just a moment ago, revealed their true colors in a second, all drooping their necks, squinting their eyes, and dragging heavy steps forward inch by inch.

The tortoise shell of the King of Tai Sui shattered piece by piece within the thunderous light; he strained to maintain the shell, for as long as it did not shatter completely, he would not die.