Chapter 403: Joining the Breaking Dawn

"Holy hell! A Coalition battleship! We're saved, aren't we?!" Sun Yang’s voice cracked into a screech as he danced wildly, looking as if he might yank the control lever right out of its socket the very next second.

Shen Qiuyue and Liu Na had thrown their arms around each other, tears streaming down their cheeks in silent heavy drops.

"Don't celebrate too early!" Li Chang'an said, though a wave of relief washed through his own chest; it was only the rigid habit of survival that forbade him from relaxing entirely.

"That ship..." He stared through the viewport at the colossal leviathan out in the void—

"Husband! I missed you too. I wanted to call you, but I was afraid Sister Yuxuan would be angry, so I didn't. Husband! Have things been well for you over there?" Wang Xuan asked Wu Kai, her tender voice laced with an ever-present, fretful devotion.

"No, she is more like a close friend, I suppose," Yang Lige could only offer this appraisal regarding his relationship with Pang Xianxian. A friend—at least, only a friend, though one he associated with more than most.

"At a time like this, do you really think I would be in the mood to jest with you? Promise me, please?" Yet, just as Ye Feng waited with soaring hope for Zijun to nod her consent, twelve cruel words mercilessly shattered the last illusion in his heart: "I am sorry, but for now... I cannot promise you that."

Her slender, alabaster arms were bared to the air, yet beneath the elbows they were enveloped in green gauze, her wide cuffs flaring like morning glories. Her elegant fingers bore nails lacquered in jade, and upon her delicate throat a necklace cascaded toward her chest, mirroring the plunge of her V-neck collar, below which her full breasts were bound tightly by her robes.

Such a notion was hardly crossing Chen Weiru's mind for the first time; he had previously made deliberate inquiries regarding individuals rumored to possess such supernatural talents, gathering details of their capabilities and abodes. However, having never truly believed in ghosts, he had never acted upon the knowledge.

The vehicle could grind forward no further once it neared Gangzari Peak; its tires, grievously scarred by the razor edges of the permafrost and jagged slate, finally succumbed to the intolerable burden, three of the four bursting into ruin.

The words of the Sovereign of Star Qingze struck a chord among a faction of the Heavenly Venerates in attendance, drawing murmurs and nods of solemn agreement from many within the assembly.

To the disciples of the Astral Pivot Sword Sect, it was a profound tonic; to cultivators of any other lineage, however, it was a hundred times more lethal than the foulest poison.

Doro’s subtle movements failed to draw the notice of the winged demons; they were currently peering with taut intensity at the churning magma ahead, sweat dripping from the hands that gripped their steel tridents.

Hearing Lin Qinshi's words, Wu Kai was utterly at a loss for an answer; he could only cast an apologetic glance at Chen Ying upon the sickbed, before turning on his heel to leave the ward and walk toward the hospital entrance.

Although the voting power held by the administration of the Tech-Martial Academy was negligible, amounting to a mere five percent, its influence over the remaining board members was vast.

"If you do not mind, I have a strategy in mind—I guarantee it will be quite entertaining," Edie suggested at that moment.

Edie turned back and gathered Vivian into his arms, their skin brushing together as they dissolved into a fierce, breathless kiss.

Xiang'er closed her eyes as a solitary tear slipped from the corner of her eyelid, a testament to her bitter sorrow and helpless resignation.

When Qian Rongyao answered Feng Xiaodong's call, he directly activated the speakerphone, placing the device right against the microphone. Consequently, every word uttered by Feng Xiaodong was broadcast with crystal clarity to the journalists gathered at the scene.

With whom, then, had Mu Lixin been speaking just now? He had been conversing with Li Fafeng, the chieftain of the Hatchet Gang, demanding that Li Fafeng hurry over immediately and bring along the scoundrel who had instigated the disturbance.

But things were different now; Li Zhi felt that perhaps he could unearth certain secrets from the pre-apocalyptic era, before the doom had ever descended upon the world.

The left joint of Ride-Lightly's mount was smashed to pieces by the blow; the entire left leg failed completely, showering the air with a relentless spray of electric sparks.

This gargantuan lobster, beyond possessing an astonishing defensive carapace, likewise boasted a formidable capacity for regeneration, a trait that caught Li Zhi entirely off guard.

He chopped two stalks of scallion and left them to marinate in sesame oil, while on the other side he began to knead the dough; it could not be too soft, requiring a firmer texture, and once it had rested sufficiently, he would begin to roll it thin.