Chapter 400: Swarm Attack

"Captain, look over there!" Shen Qiuyue suddenly pointed into the distance, her voice trembling.

Li Chang'an followed her gaze, his pupils constricting violently. Far off on the horizon, a dense, black expanse resembled an overarching storm cloud, surging rapidly toward them. It was no storm cloud, but obsidian beetles! Countless obsidian beetles blotted out the sun like a locust plague, leaving not a single blade of grass alive in their wake.

"Holy hell!" Sun Yang spat an oath, his voice shaking. "How... how many must there—"

"Don't speak of it!" The mere mention of the matter made Tang Qingman flush with sudden embarrassment.

Shang Qiong’s displeasure only deepened; she knitted her brows tightly, her gaze sweeping back and forth between Shen Yiming and You Wanqing, before she stamped her foot in fury and turned to leave once more.

Leaning back into my seat with a smile, I said that I understood this much etiquette, and since I had promised to help with their business, I would certainly see it done beautifully. By the way, old sir, could we please just enjoy our meal in peace? I'm absolutely starving.

"Xinxin is at that age where she's quite picky with her food, so just say the word if there's anything she fancies; we mustn't let the child suffer." Li Mingyuan looked at me, his dark eyes shimmering beneath the crystal chandelier with an earnest, yearning gaze I faintly recalled seeing in my own father's eyes.

The two debated for an age before deciding to dine on stir-fry at the company cafeteria, though to call it a debate was a stretch—it was more a unilateral decree from Shang Moqian.

The burly men dared not utter a word. Seeing Miss Lin Luo about to depart, they hurriedly abandoned Pan Sheng to chase after her, though the consumption-ridden wretch spat a glob of phlegm in lingering spite: "Lucky break for you, you penniless scholar!" and then pursued them as well.

Yang Qing felt his stomach heave once more; the mere memory of how many times he had kissed this pearl filled him with profound disgust.

Nuo Yu looked at Gong Qincheng and said, "This only works on those of frail mind." Then, taking He Yun by the hand, she stepped into the carriage.

"I told you, as long as I am here, you shall not die." Si Wu looked at Nuo Yu; it was as though the whole world resided in his gaze, yet at this moment, his eyes held only her.

"Heheh, I am the patriarch of the Jones family under the banner of Monte Cristo, and my name is Tim." From the depths of the bloody mist echoed a succession of sinister, chilling laughs that made the skin crawl.

"A way to let warhorses gallop within the city walls?" Taishi Ci murmured the words twice, his heart seized by astonishment, having utterly failed to anticipate what Zhao Yi's method could be. Just as he was about to ask for the specifics of the strategy, Zhao Yi cut him off.

I began to regret why that particular month had ever happened, and why I had allowed myself to waste away in despondency for those entire four weeks.

War was not merely an economic confrontation; far more crucially, it was a clash of talent. In days of old, even if Han Emperor Liu Bang had Xiao He to manage his logistics, without illustrious generals like Zhang Liang, Peng Yue, and Ying Bu to charge the enemy lines, no amount of provisions would have allowed him to withstand Xiang Yu's grand army.

The two entities turned Xiao Yan's body into a battlefield, the flames raging with tyrannical fury as the horse and the dragon collided violently, their surrounding fires clashing like falling meteors in a dazzling display of splendor that concealed an underlying death.

The airplane seemed to fly from one end of the earth to the other, a journey so agonizingly long that her eyes grew parched.

Suddenly, space rippled slightly as a colossal hand thrust forth, its five fingers curling into a fist to shatter Lu Zhenyuan's offensive outright.

In the Sovereign Realm, the Origin Qi chains within the body fuse into one, and the terminology shifts accordingly to the One Hundred Paths; at this moment, an Origin Qi chain stood like a majestic mountain inside Xiao Yan's body, representing the strength of a hundred Sovereign paths.

Yet regardless of what decisions Song Yazhu and Zeng Qiuyun might make, their purpose in visiting the Haitan Film and Television Company this time had been completely achieved. The poster had passed inspection, the client was highly satisfied, and Zeng Qiuyun had even used the occasion to untie a knot in her own heart—what could possibly be better than that?

Liao Hua requested orders to rescue Guan Yu, and Guo Xun granted his permission; if a general possessing the courage to match ten thousand men were to perish at the hands of such rabble, it would truly be a tragedy of monumental proportions.