Chapter 42: The New Master

"I am ready," AI replied loudly toward the stage, the increased volume seemingly helping him dispel a trace of unease, though only for a brief moment.

Caught in a pincer attack, the Japanese and puppet troops were not only miserable beyond words but also utterly overwhelmed from front to rear. Although the surviving Japanese troops were still putting up a desperate fight, under the dense crossfire from both sides, their resistance grew weaker and weaker. As for the puppet troops—if that side hadn't completely ignored them, they probably would have raised their guns and surrendered long ago.

Despite not having tasted meat or white flour for a long time, the child displayed remarkable manners. Until his mother nodded, no matter how enticing the aroma of the food was, he never took the initiative to sit at the table. And during the meal, until Li Ziyuan and his mother made a move with their chopsticks, he simply waited quietly by the side.

Birds fluttered and perched among green trees, while beasts roamed deep within the thorny thickets. Sheer cliffs, precipitous slopes, and deep canyons—nature's wondrous craftsmanship was displayed here to the absolute fullest.

The elderly man of the Black Clan pressed toward Luo Tianling like a moving sun. Luo Tianling had just moved his feet to prepare for a retreat, but upon seeing the elderly Black Clan man unleash what was practically a full-strength strike, he panicked as well.

Whether he was willing to admit it or not, this youth whom he once looked down upon had already surpassed him.

The Golden-Eyed Fire Qilin unleashed the temperature of its body to the extreme, the surrounding air instantly expanding outward like a heatwave, and every step it took upon the ground left behind a massive crater.

Since he had already made a move to kill Malone and failed, the relationship between the two was completely ruptured even on the surface. A life-and-death struggle was bound to follow, and Yin Junqi no longer bothered to conceal his murderous intent.

Yun Lan's parents were also delighted to see this, especially Aunt Lin, whose attitude had undergone a complete one-eighty turn. She treated Red Bean almost better than her own precious son, tightly holding her hands and beaming with joy no matter how she looked at her.

Around the divine altar, no one dared to draw close. After all, in this era of awe and reverence for the gods, relying on deities was hardly a reliable blessing. Moreover, everyone was currently in such a disheveled and wretched state; any careless misstep might provoke the wrath of the gods. Thus, chaotic though the crowd was, they all instinctively kept a considerable distance from the divine altar.

Jun Shuang's hands caressed the lapels of the man beneath her. Logically, she should have unbuttoned them and burrowed inside, letting this man act as her human cauldron to dissipate the raging flames ignited within her body. Yet for some reason, looking down at him from her superior vantage point, she found this human cauldron thoroughly unappealing and even rather repulsive.

A faint, ethereal smile lingered at the corner of her lips, her posture bright and captivating, every delicate expression particularly eye-catching. From the moment she stepped down from the carriage, entered the Splendid Tower, and walked down the second-floor corridor, men along the way gazed at her with infatuated eyes.

In contrast, Lin Tian wore a calm expression, gazing placidly at the furious Dong Tianmiao without the slightest intention of uttering a single word.

Liu Rong wanted to explain something, but Chuntao had already walked up to her, lightly brushing past her body, and instantly rendered her completely speechless.

"Then let's hang up!" Luo Bing's tone was filled with deep disappointment. Why was she disappointed? Chu Fei knew very well in his heart.

"Anyway, he can't escape. We'll just wait inside until the typhoon passes completely before coming out. If he emerges, we'll immediately step out and intercept them!" Zheng He and Ji Gang planned in their hearts.

Afterward, Xie Fei inquired about the materials needed to cultivate the dantian of an avatar, mentioning only that they needed to be soft materials capable of storing a massive amount of energy.

Hearing Wu Tian say this, Ding Yi immediately furrowed his brow. It was only natural; as a police officer, he naturally harbored an aversion to such feudal superstitions. Nevertheless, he patiently listened as Wu Tian continued.

"Hehe, Dad, Mom, I know. I'll be more careful from now on." Qi Jingtao said somewhat awkwardly, eagerly stepping forward to light the water pipe for his old man.

At this moment, huge waves surged, the angry sea roared, and under the violent fluctuations of the vital energy of heaven and earth, the ocean surface found it difficult to remain calm.

The eyes of the giant bloody spirit skeleton were completely occupied by a hundred-zhang-long rainbow. As it awakened, its white-bone fist, from the center down to the hand bones, was directly slashed in two.

After being baptized by blood and unknown filth, the white lab coat not only looked extremely filthy, but a foul, pungent stench also assailed Feng Bai with overwhelming force.

"Ah, I forgot to mention earlier. We do not have the protection of the Dingyuan Array here. Today's ring offense and defense will not involve weapons; victory or defeat will be decided solely with fists and kicks." With that, instructor Qian Ren flicked his sleeves and, alongside the other four teachers, immediately leaped down from the ring, leaving the stage entirely to the two young practitioners.

Ye Qiu frowned; this man was unexpectedly the thin-faced middle-aged fellow who had been shouting loudly earlier in the outer mountain, and the two short guns on his back were now grasped firmly in his hands.

"Yes, yes, I have all the symptoms you mentioned. I've been to the hospital and even been prescribed some herbal formulas, but the effect was minimal. Do you have any good folk remedies? I certainly don't want to die young," Xu Ruoyun said in astonishment.

A mountain of such massive proportions could not possibly be completely sealed off by the Heavenly Extreme Sect; there were bound to be numerous paths leading into the mountains.

From these fragmented and chaotic words, it could be gathered that up to now, Xu Nian showed no signs of improvement; on the contrary, his pulse rate had even developed abnormal irregularities.