Chapter 39

The sky gradually darkened as the mountains on the western horizon quietly veiled the last vestiges of sunset, replaced by a flawless, bright moon and a sky brimming with stars.

Because she saw a sense of relief in Shen Qisheng’s gaze, and within those reddened eyes, there even lingered a hint of tenderness.

Now that they were squabbling among themselves, it was truly a case of dogs biting dogs, leaving only fur flying. Although nominally it was because Lady Xing had spoken ill of Jia Lian and herself, in Wang Xifeng’s view, it was merely a farce orchestrated by the Master.

However, this roar lacked any sense of deterrence; instead, it betrayed an undisguisable fear.

Ye Wuyai simply waved his hand, and the transparent barrier slowly dissipated.

Nearly a thousand years had passed in the blink of an eye, yet the wooden furnishings within this courtyard remained remarkably well-preserved and perfectly functional.

Mu Hanyan knew that Zhang Dongfeng had been constantly contemplating how to develop Dongning and transform it into the brightest, most advanced, and wealthiest city in the country.

Among them, a few ghosts still retained a sliver of rationality. Realizing the source of the purple light, they forced themselves to endure the agony of their souls and knelt in obeisance toward Zhong Li.

Wei Tianyu sat down timidly, his back slightly hunched. Afraid to look around, he kept his hands flat on his knees.

Upon entering the territory of the Cirrus Society, one could feel this area cloaked in a chilling and terrifying aura.

It was evident that the Kingdom of Spain harbored deep distrust toward the English government. They were determined to seize the opportunity of the impending Anglo-Qing war to reclaim Gibraltar and Menorca, which were under English control, while simultaneously maintaining an unusually assertive stance regarding trade disputes in Spanish America.

On the fourteenth day of the third month of the fourth year of Keio, Emperor Meiji, accompanied by princes, daimyo, and retainers, offered prayers to the gods of heaven and earth at the Shishinden. Meiji swore a grand oath: "Now that the imperial government is being renewed, if a single soul among the millions in the realm is left without his place, it shall be my fault. I intend to open paths across the ten-thousand-mile waves, spread our national prestige to the four corners of the earth, and secure prosperity for the realm."

This rice wine was brewed by the villagers themselves; it was not particularly high in alcohol, yet it had a somewhat bitter taste.

Under these circumstances, the outbreak of an Anglo-Spanish war might only be a matter of time. When the Spaniards could no longer endure, they would likely "summon their strength" and launch a counterattack against England.

In their minds, the situation of the two elite agents trapped in the Bronze City should have been dire. After all, it was the battlefield of a Dragon King. They imagined them covered in wounds, faces pale, clutching their injuries in a corner... but now?

"Rest assured, there will be no problems. Just wait for my good news," Lin Tao answered with certainty.

However, compared to the evolution of the other pet beasts, this ray of light was, in the end, relatively feeble.

This discovery left her with an indescribable emotion surging in her heart, yet she could not capture or define exactly what that emotion was.

"Then your beast mecha..." An Nuo wondered, thinking such mecha were supposed to be powerful, so how could it still sustain damage?

Although he was familiar with the original work, in the version he knew, Kaido of the Beasts had yet to make his formal appearance, and his experiences and abilities were completely unknown.

Suddenly, the trading device before his eyes went black, as if it had lost its signal; every interface vanished.

The door was indeed locked. The lock was incredibly sturdy, and the door panel was thick—all custom-ordered by He Dongyi to protect his collection. He Nanyu’s candlestick could not break it; only the key could open it.

"Your talent in swordsmanship is likely surpassed only by Brother Chu!" Hua Yunfeng sighed.

Wen Zirong did not have deep feelings for his future wife; he simply found her to be a decent person, generous, dignified, and composed—a standard noble lady who would, in time, surely be a capable mistress of the house.

"..." Wanqing shook her head. Had she known this would be the outcome, she wouldn't have run away this morning; she would have stayed, and at the very least, Jing Yan wouldn't have been kicked into stupidity by her.

"In such a battle, Kaido of the Beasts’ rate of depletion far exceeds Qian Jie’s, but Qian Jie started off consuming more than him, and what was spent in the fight against Doflamingo might not have fully recovered, not to mention the constant expenditure. The final outcome is truly uncertain." The sharp-eyed Sengoku the Buddha could not be sure.

"What is there to be happy about? I like the Ancestor and am willing to go to the palace often to chat with her, but I really don’t want to encounter the Regent! I think he is too dangerous." Lianxin was speaking the absolute truth.

Most shocking of all was that even in such a wretched state, this fellow still wore a blissful, foolish grin, as if silently saying: What is happiness? Happiness is that I have a pile of steamed buns, and you don’t, so I am happier than you.

Only then did Christine realize that the world-ending thunder had been summoned by Wang Jian. He had achieved his breakthrough under the bombardment of that lightning and now needed to enter seclusion for cultivation.

The front assault pod suddenly opened, and the fully armed Langya blasted out, charging directly toward the passenger cabin of the Haiyan-class destroyer.

He was slapped off guard; before he could react, half his face was swollen with blood, and two teeth were knocked out.

"I think we have a deep misunderstanding, and you also have a very profound misconception about me," Wang Meina said, not angry at Guo Zinan’s behavior, but instead trying her best to explain.

It sounded as if no one else was hardworking. Throughout the Lanling camp, there were countless warriors more desperate and diligent than Jiang Xia, yet they had not achieved such a frenzied rate of improvement.

The encirclement tactic required spreading out the formation; this way, the pressure on Ares, that sharp blade, was insufficient, and he could always break through the enemies directly in front of him.

I am as familiar with these waters as I am with the backyard of my own home. Currently, what I need to do is to lay out an encirclement in advance in areas that could potentially serve as temporary ports for the Orc expeditionary forces.