Chapter 20: The Old Village Chief

Such a feat is comparable to that of a typical Daoist Master; only an expert at such a level can open up an entire world and transform it into a realm of life.

They fully agreed with the two reasons Li Tianyi provided, forced to admit that his points struck directly at their most vulnerable weaknesses with surgical precision.

An hour later, Yi Nan once again activated his divine sense, projecting it into the inner cauldron to observe the Skeleton King’s condition.

It felt like a hungover person drinking again the next day to sober up—a feat impossible for anyone who wasn't a seasoned drunkard.

The two men bluffed and cajoled until Old Xia bit the bullet and downed a shot of white spirits. Then, the brothers clinked glasses lightly with Sister Shuang, taking only a small sip each, filled with delight.

At this moment, Chai Hua’s gaze was both sharply oppressive and fearlessly arrogant. He was waiting—waiting for Niu Gang to strike first.

Xiao Long was contemplating his next move when the eighth Everlasting Lamp doused his spirits with a bucket of cold water.

Yet, despite being an organization founded to uphold China, composed entirely of Chinese members, and recognized by current international titans, its status within China remained unrecognized. This awkward reality was, nonetheless, a fact.

Although Zhuge Ziyun was frozen by the chilling, sinister energy, leaving her body immobile and her magical power sealed, she remained conscious.

Zhang Xing grabbed the bedsheet, tore it with all his might into two halves, twisted them into a rope, joined them together, and tied one end around his son’s armpits.

"Who was it just now that said they wanted to kill the mother of my brother Tianjue?" Brother Jiu narrowed his eyes, smiling as he looked at Young Master Chen.

The so-called Dongping Continent was merely one landmass within the Wujing Domain of the Saint Light Great World. There were many such vast continents throughout the Saint Light Great World, all referred to as continents.

When she returned to the young man’s bedroom, she found him sitting by the window, eyes fixed on the sky outside, motionless. He seemed lost in thought, not even noticing her entry.

Beyond the apothecaries, there were also musicians standing among the thirty million troops. Some held jade flutes, others sat cross-legged with zithers, lutes, or guzheng across their laps. They belonged to the Musicians’ Alliance; music could not only stir the soul but also kill.

"Who exactly are you?" the Prince of Nantian asked in a low voice, his tone tinged with gravity.

Near the Starry Sea, there was only one city: Chaos Star City. As the name suggests, it was a place devoid of order.

Under Tianjue’s control, a gap appeared in the Nine-Condensation Six-Harmony Array above the Cloud Pavilion. A cold smile emerged on Ling Ze’s hideous face beneath his bamboo hat. He soared upward, and without any preamble, the two engaged in combat.

Looking closely, he found that once he got used to it, the fat man didn't seem so ugly. While not handsome, he certainly couldn't be called ugly.

Ran Phantas, as one of the four top generals, possessed unfathomable strength. In Cheng Pansheng’s eyes, he was not much inferior to his own father.

When Xia Guo emerged from the bathroom, he was wrapped only in a towel covering his lower half. He had tossed his clothes, tainted by the Hellhound’s drool and snot, into the bathroom trash can, having no intention of keeping them.

"Brother Jin, brothers all, I have implicated you in suffering for my own private matters!" Hou Yi, with the Universe Bow slung across his shoulder and the Xuanyuan Arrows on his back, swept his gaze over the crowd and cupped his hands.

In the end, Liao Fan persuaded Liao Jundong to take charge of the artillery unit. What worried Liao Fan most was that his regiment still lacked a battalion commander, and there wasn't even a single staff officer in the regimental headquarters.

"You!" Xu Jingtian was choked with frustration but could do nothing against Tang Xiao. Filled with hatred, he scrambled up from the ground, intending to leave.

Hu Guoshan’s troops successfully recaptured Yangquan from the Japanese forces. On the land of East Shanxi, only two or three scattered counties remained under Japanese control. With Yangquan taken, the road to Taiyuan would be unobstructed.

Amidst the crowd’s cries of alarm, they saw Long Batian already fully armored atop the high windswept peak. He wore a bright silver helmet, golden armor, tiger-headed battle boots, and a scarlet, high-collared cloak with embroidered patterns. In his hand, he gripped a gleaming, chillingly cold painted halberd.

They had been struck by the "Flying Eagle Spits the Sun" poison on Hua Qingyi’s hands—a poison he had not used in a long time. Yet, he had made an exception this time, for he needed to save someone, even if he had to kill first to do so.

The burly man approached the group, scrutinized everyone’s face in turn, and finally fixed his gaze on Wukong.

When Huang Changsheng reached the base of a rock, he signaled Zhang Cuihua to alert her to the situation and keep her guard up. He had discovered a Japanese army canteen.

"I hope Old Hu can hold out a little longer!" Liao Fan was deeply worried about the front lines, but in his current position, he could not appear there. For an army commander to go to the front would be irresponsible to the lives of all his soldiers.

He shook his head with a bitter smile, a thought flashing through his mind: he wondered what would happen if one were to die within the world of the scroll.

Another pair of deep eyes, seemingly bottomless, clouded slightly, as if harboring a thousand thoughts.

"I am certainly serious, and my father has agreed as well. I came this time to ask for Mian Tao’s intentions. If she is willing, I will return to make the arrangements." Sun Qingzhu replied hurriedly, with a hint of nervousness; his performance was truly vivid and realistic.

Over these two days and one night, Qin Yilong appeared unchanged, but only Jiang Hentian knew that Qin Yilong had entered a special state.

"If this man treats you this way, he is either a person of great wisdom or great malice. Could it be that he knows your true identity?" Ying Luan suddenly asked.

"Haha, Father, can’t you tell who he is?" Lan Yongtai said to his father.

He himself chose a flower, favoring a holy white blossom, untainted by even a speck of dust.

"Mistress of the shop, this is indeed your fourth younger sister. She doesn't look like it at first glance, but if you look closely, you can see it," the coachman, Old Hu, chimed in from the side.