Volume 1 Chapter 23: Before My Husband's Eyes, the Police Officer and I

In the end, Long Er’s luck was shattered. The time gap bought at the cost of countless sacrifices ultimately could not save him. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the progress bar representing the charging of the space-folding engine finally ground to a halt. After a brief moment, it began to slowly recede.

An exceptionally domineering mental shockwave roared forth. This was no mere probing; it was a true mental assault. Ordinary cultivation experts would surely have been unable to withstand it, with nine out of ten likely suffering a mental breakdown. Strangely, however, this rugged middle-aged man blocked the shock with ease.

Three vehicles headed grandly toward the Tokyo Hotel, the first five-star hotel invested in by the Japanese in Jiangcheng City. Because of this hotel, Japanese cuisine had become the most famous among Jiangcheng’s high-end dining options; after tiring of rich, heavy meals, the light, delicate flavors of Japanese dishes were better at winning over people's palates.

"Actually, if we put our minds to it, we will discover many issues," Piao Wuzong said with an air of mystery.

But as soon as the police captain, Hu Han, approached him, he raised his pistol grip and smashed it directly onto the man's head. The iron handle of a handgun is, without question, a lethal weapon.

Although it went against the rules of the Underworld for these souls not to enter the cycle of reincarnation, their situation was indeed understandable. Du Ziren, the Ghost Emperor of the South, submitted a request for special permission to Zhou Qi, the Central Ghost Emperor, and thus, under the jurisdiction of the Yin Administration Hall of Mount Luofu, the Kingdom of Nostalgia was established. By now, it has existed for over one hundred and twenty great epochs.

"I am sorry, did I frighten you?" Xu Yiming wondered if the malice he had inadvertently displayed just now had scared them.

Rifles produced three hundred years ago. Grenades manufactured eighty years ago. Not a single set of combat armor. The land vehicles were all civilian models. As for heavy firepower, it was not even worth thinking about. Wuchang’s enthusiasm for battle was instantly extinguished by this bucket of ice water, leaving him gnashing his teeth in frustration.

Having said these words, the middle-aged man became noticeably serious. To put it bluntly, before he spoke, the entire burden had rested upon his shoulders, but from the moment he uttered that sentence, the heavy responsibility truly fell upon Li Feng.

Ling Qian’s lips curled into a sneer. With a flick of his finger, a beam of red light carrying a monstrous wave of fire surged toward the man in purple. Ling Qian then beckoned with one hand, and the God of War Axe flew from the distance, landing instantly in his palm.

Sylvanas opened her mouth, about to say something more, when the mage beside her suddenly stood up.

Sun Chengzong could clearly feel that the Emperor before him had truly changed; the urgency of the past was gone, replaced by a composure that was almost unfathomable.

She found a seat and sat down, lifting her left leg and crossing it over her right. The slit of her long skirt slid down her fair, smooth skin, revealing a pair of alluring legs.

The Ruan clan remained calm, but the Kingdom of Lan Xang was terrified. The garrisons everywhere held their ground, refusing to venture out and allowing Dorgon to pass through, while simultaneously sending urgent messages to the capital.

Black nether energy emerged from his body, wrapping around him like armor and making him appear even more imposing and majestic.

"You have arrived!" A brownish-yellow heavy armor set slowly took a step, beckoning with difficulty to the youth. The voice from within the armor sounded muffled, as if the fully enclosed mask made him uncomfortable.

He said nothing, which likely meant he did not want to talk about it. Shangguan Hao understood this perfectly well and chose not to pierce that thin veil of secrecy. In any case, as long as Rongrong was happy, he would be happy for her, too.

Ignoring everyone else, they gazed at the omen in the sky, their brows tightly furrowed with confusion. "As you command!" everyone said, bowing respectfully to the Emperor of Great Wu.

The enhanced egg-fried rice was fragrant and rich. The golden, viscous egg coating each pearl-like grain of rice seemed to emit a faint luster, intoxicating to the eyes.

"Enough talk! Let’s begin. If you defeat me, this world is yours!" I spat out those cold words without hesitation and lunged toward Xu Fu.

These behemoths were now just as temperamental as the Blood-Binding Bats. However, after venting their frustrations in the Nuchi Realm, the Blood-Binding Bats had calmed down significantly, having swept the Nuchi Realm’s resources clean and returning fully loaded.

Lou Yi frowned deeply. "Huang Immortal?" As the name suggests, it refers to the Great Immortal Huang. In ancient times, there were rumors of three immortals among the demon beasts: Huang, Bai, and Hu. Bai refers to the hedgehog—Zi Li is one of them—Hu refers to the fox, and Huang refers to the weasel.

Although Wang Mu was a disciple of the Buddhist sect, he had dabbled in the techniques, martial arts, alchemy, and artifact forging methods of various schools throughout his ten thousand incarnations. The accumulation of memories from those ten thousand lives gave him an expertise in alchemy and artifact forging that those before him could never hope to match.

I turned my head hurriedly. By God, it really was effortless to find him; isn't this Liu Zuoyu, nicknamed "Liu the Death-Seeker"?

The underground soil veins had been completely destroyed. Lou Yi could feel the vegetation growing above them emitting pained wails. This sensation stemmed from his power of blessing, and the fact that he felt it even more clearly now was thanks to the gift from the Ebony Spirit Tree.

"I must clarify that this was not my own doing; they held me captive," Qingqing said, putting me on the defensive first, while Sisi nodded in agreement beside her.

Zeqing reached out to wipe my tears, but I slapped his hand away. I ran off without looking back. I did not know where I was going, but I knew that anywhere was better than being by his side.

He thought that Niu Fei might also return, so he ordered his men to open fire the moment anyone—Niu Fei included—stepped onto the island.

The mountain range before him was known as the Spirit Spring Mountain Range. While it was not considered an evil place in the boundless cultivation world, it was still quite a threat to a novice with cultivation levels like Wang Mu’s.