Chapter 43: Concealing Strength and Hiding Traces

Especially for heroes whose damage relies on a burst of skills, one must keep in mind that for a hero like the Minotaur, the damage dealt by a full combo is entirely calculable.

The servants opened the large crate and carried it away, leaving behind nothing but a giant raw stone half the height of a man. Its entire body was veined with pale green, and on its upper left side lay a patch of crimson-green the size of a palm.

There was no help for it; the Void-Shattering Fist simply would not work here. It was just like carving a boat to find a lost sword—the fist only shattered the sky of the past moment, while the Heaven-Defying vessel kept moving forward, and the heavy rain ahead showed no sign of stopping.

"Mother, that is not what I meant. You clearly know that I love Huanhuan and wish to marry her; why must you still make things difficult for her? Cough, cough... You... Mother, I..." As he spoke, he began to sway unsteadily. Though Madam Qiao had been angry, the moment she saw her son in such a state, all her towering grievances vanished without a trace.

Besides, both he and Shan Jun of East Tower were scheming for that ancient painting. If he were to suffer heavy injuries now, it would be extremely difficult for him to contend for the treasure later on.

Hearing his words, the disciples of the Qingcheng Sword Sect had just managed to steady their minds when they saw two sets of four yellow paper talismans on either side suddenly transform into twin fire serpents, bursting into flames almost simultaneously.

From the moment she fell into the water to the moment she was rescued, it was truly no more than the blink of an eye. Yun Ran even felt as though she had not yet fully sunk before she was hauled back up.

"Hehe..." Then she could not help but let out a soft chuckle. "Then why did you come to find me and tell me all of this?" If he genuinely had some hidden agenda, he certainly would not have sought her out just to let her know he had uncovered her plans.

He was well aware of a turtle's lifespan. If one were to keep a turtle, it could live long enough to see you off to your grave—that was a saying he knew well.

Since President Wang had spoken, it meant there was still room for remedy. Little did they know, Wang Shu's modus operandi was simply to give others a taste of their own medicine.

Li Yue'e was dexterous with her hands and neat with her needlework, earning about sixty or seventy cents a day, which added up to over ten yuan a month.

More than ten minutes had passed since she got out of the car. Given the delivery speed of the One-Discount Mall, it should have arrived long ago.

As he spoke, Lin Xuan walked into the room, approached the head of the bed, and pulled back the quilt to reveal Su Yunmo, whose mouth was sealed with adhesive tape.

Han Jingshu turned back to the side of Wei Shao and sat down, acting entirely like a well-behaved and obedient good grandchild.

Gu Zun muttered under his breath. When first establishing a story seed, there were many confusing aspects that he could not figure out at all.

"Considering that the development task for the Yanhuang vehicle is drawing to a close, I have already conceived the goal for the next stage and would like to bring it up for discussion with everyone," Zhou Jingmin paused briefly before continuing.

Sun Changning had already reached the threshold of entering the realm of microscopic perception, and had even caught sight of that gateway along this path earlier than Wang Qinglan. Although he had not yet pushed it open, his degree of meticulous control over all matters was something no one present could rival.

After examining her, the dermatology doctor wanted to dismiss her with a clean bill of health, but she was not so easily brushed off. Having finally seized this opportunity after Shen Yushen poured a cup of coffee over her face and made her lose face in the café, she had sworn she would win that dignity back.

"Did something happen?" Gu Qing stroked his hair and asked with a softened voice.

She felt that she had grown somewhat deranged lately; otherwise, why would the image of Jiang Yuanheng fill her mind every night the moment she lay down in bed and closed her eyes?

I was gripped by intense awkwardness, never expecting to be seen through by him. Then again, my intentions were so blatant that anyone failing to notice must either have been of low intelligence or completely blind.

Sun Changning's pupils abruptly contracted. At that moment, feeling a slight bead of cold sweat on his forehead, he stared at the figure in absolute shock: My claw strike carries at least a thousand pounds of force, yet this person was actually able to leverage mid-air force—what kind of movement technique is this?

"Dad, your son has been disciplined, and he might even get beaten again in a moment!" Ye Zifeng teased playfully.

She had no time to waste on them; after all, their statuses were different, and there was no need for her to interact with them.

Her eyes widened, and in her shock, her lips parted slightly—an opening he immediately seized to breach her lips and tongue. He gently caressed, lingered, and softly sucked, while patiently waiting for her reaction.

Celuya smiled and waved his hand. Ahe felt a sudden surge of support lifting him to his feet, and Celuya's words of comfort set his mind quite at ease.

"It has actually grown stronger. The energy of star beasts can enhance the power of the Deathly Star-Transformation." This was a major discovery. Although the current boost was limited, it was already sufficient. As long as there were star beasts, his "Deathly Star-Transformation" could continue to grow. What he needed to do now was to hunt for star beasts.

In particular, the dark-world faction of Yamato represented by Tengjin Haiyi of the Nine-Chrysanthemum Sect from Yamato—strictly speaking, the Great Sacrificial God actually harbored a deep grudge against this very sect.

Cultivators needed to cultivate, craft talismans, and refine pills, all of which required energy. Resources were limited, and with too many people and a stagnant circulation, even Earth Immortals found it hard to sustain, forcing them to abandon the ants at the bottom.

The heart of the tree was the heart of the tower, the several-feet-thick bark served as the tower walls, and the spiraling downward slope acted as the stairs. It was a work of supreme craftsmanship; Zhu Jue and his companion could not determine whether it was naturally formed.

To say that Xu Xian was not nervous all along this military campaign would be a lie. Leading troops for the very first time, and knowing nothing about military strategy himself, he was fortunate to have experienced generals like Chen Zhongyi and Qizili, alongside strategists like Zaifu Yang and Nakqiqilu. Otherwise, he truly would not have known what to do.

By the time He He regained consciousness, she had already reached the shore, with the waters of the River of Forgetfulness flowing behind her. Raising her gaze to look ahead, a shudder ran through her heart. Before she could even react, she felt waves of surging vital energy, with sword qi bursting forth and leaking out in fine threads.

"Haha, because the Soviet forces wiped out over sixty thousand Japs at Nomonhan. Arrogant as they are, they aren't fools," Chen Fan said.

Qieyili chuckled, a rare hint of bashfulness showing on his face. To him, Xu Wuwang was both an old superior and an elder-brother figure. To put it bluntly, the majority of the success Qieyili enjoyed today stemmed from Xu Wuwang's patronage.

This was the strongest in defense, the highest in agility, and possessed the most terrifying claw attack among dragons of the same rank. Such a behemoth was the absolute peak existence of the snowy domain.