Volume 1, Chapter 33: Zhao Yun’s Deified Battle

Lu Yunduan led the city’s defenders in a desperate, death-defying stand at Stone City. No matter how fierce the enemy’s onslaught, the soldiers used their own flesh and blood to hold back the tide of the assault.

"General, they are too tenacious. We cannot break through, and our casualties are mounting; we are in no state to launch another charge anytime soon." A soldier reported the situation to the General standing behind him.

The General flew into a rage upon hearing this. A mere tiny city had managed to block his hundreds of thousands of troops. Never in history had such a laughable war been fought, where a force several times the size of the enemy could not conquer a speck of land.

This was a villa, and a well-decorated one at that. When Ye Zetao’s car arrived, the courtyard gate opened, and the vehicle drove straight in.

He could easily set up a defensive array himself. With such a formation, no outsider, regardless of their cultivation level, would necessarily be able to break through it or discern his true strength.

Often, by the time the police arrived at the scene, only bloodstains remained on the ground. The broken "weapons" and the casualties would have already been taken away by the surviving thugs. There were no demands for "compensation," and medical and funeral expenses were all handled internally, digested within their own ranks.

He was certain there was something wrong behind the bushes, but seeing is believing, and intuition is unreliable! To hit the target with one shot, he had to see the enemy clearly and strike at the vital points.

Everyone was stunned at that moment, and it wasn't until a few of the Indian soldiers couldn't help but vomit that the crowd regained their composure.

On this very day, the vanguard of the Armored Instructor Division reached the gates of Sverdlovsk.

The Third Prince turned his head to look. He did not recognize this eunuch, which was hardly surprising; there were over a thousand eunuchs in the palace, and since he had moved into a prince’s mansion outside, he no longer resided in the palace, so it was only natural he wouldn't know everyone.

A young staff member walked slowly over to Liu Chengsheng and whispered two sentences. Liu Chengsheng nodded slightly, and the staff member withdrew.

These individuals emanated rays of light; when attacks struck them, one could see their bodies erupting with a dazzling radiance, much like electrical energy.

When it came to haircuts, Chang Jingtong locked his eyes on the person leaning back, causing their chair to tilt up at one end.

Salt, whether in ancient or modern times, is an indispensable commodity. He found himself curious: how was salt obtained in this world?

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Only a specific group of people accepted these missions, and when reporting back to the sect, they would tacitly cover for one another.

As a candidate for direct discipleship, one’s status within a branch was second only to the Branch Master, ranking even higher than these inner-sect elders.

The jade coffin was engraved with only the words "Kowtow with Sincerity," so Meng Qingshan had no idea how many times he was meant to bow.

It was just some ordinary Western food; as elites in their respective fields, how could they have never tasted such things before?

Gu Zechen’s knuckles tightened around the wine glass, the gloom in his eyes gathering bit by bit.

The enemy’s accomplice had seized the opportunity to kill Senior Brother Ye Song, but Ye Song had not retreated, instead inflicting severe wounds upon him.

Fortunately, this was the forest in the southernmost part of the Southern Continent, where the orcs were not so complex-minded; they simply felt that the things Qianxia made were delicious and that the things she discovered were wonderful.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than he felt his breath cut off. Looking up, he realized it was the Chinese man who had been sitting there gnawing on a steamed bun; he didn't know when he had arrived, and was now holding him by the throat, lifting him off the ground.

Ignoring whatever Ye Shang was saying, Ye Fei swung the large staff in his hand, sending a stream of dark-attribute energy flying out. Ye Shang flapped his "Rainbow Wings" to accelerate at full capacity, clashing head-on with the shadow of Ye Fei’s light-and-dark-attribute staff.

"Young Master, the matter has been handled." The masked Liu An appeared quietly, landing five steps away from Luohua.

Although Chen Mengling was pouting and looking sullen, seeing her three sisters sitting at a table with men, she walked back and sat down.

Dong Xiaoxuan bowed: "Old Master Qi is truly generous. I shall take my leave now!" With that, he pulled Dong Qing to depart.

"Is it true?" Dong Xiaoxuan looked at the water here with trepidation. He knew full well how terrifying this water was—it could literally boil a person alive.

"Enough nonsense! You are doomed to die today!" Huangfu Qi retorted sternly, appearing completely unmoved.

However, there was one principle to their arms dealing: none of these weapons and equipment were currently in active service with the U.S. military. Even so, these armaments were highly welcomed by many countries in Asia, Africa, and Latin America.

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Heroes, kings! Throughout different eras, people have held different interpretations of these two terms. And across different spaces and regions, different races have viewed them with varying perspectives.

Forget it. Since others can remain calm, why am I so anxious? If others can cultivate and seek enlightenment here, then so can I. It is perfect timing; having just advanced, I can use the Soul-Forging Divine Art to temper my primordial spirit and soul again.

"He shot a movie abroad and must have secured funding, so he completed it. I suspect he wants to strengthen his own power so he can return and seize the company back..." Su Zhenming’s words were left unfinished, deliberately spoken to provoke Yang Mingye.

As soon as the four of them entered, a waiter came forward and, with an excellent attitude, led them to their seats.

The waiter stood to the side listening to their conversation, his face impassive, but his heart was surging with excitement.

No matter who came to audition, their preparations were insufficient, so even just reading the lines was enough to eliminate a large group of people.

It was only when Wei Xiao was sent to military training for that mainstream blockbuster that he became familiar with Lu Huai.

"Hmph, if you stayed further away, you wouldn't be bullied, would you? You're an eyesore," Xiao Yichen glanced at her and said bluntly.

Upon entering the Blood Nether Forbidden Land, a sect elder who had spent a fortune to learn from a cultivator who had previously participated in the forbidden land had provided the information. Su Mu had overheard this by accident; he had no ulterior motives in leading them here—it was purely a coincidence.

Chi Zaochang was pure, clean, and stunningly beautiful. Her appearance was loved by many boys, and her character in that campus drama was funny and cute. Such a pure and lovely persona was truly endearing, and her fan base included many middle school students.

Five minutes later, Lin Cha sat on the sofa, eyes closed comfortably, with a massage device strapped to her back.