Volume 1, Chapter 35: Peerless Elegance

At this moment, Feiya slowly opened her eyes. Seeing this, Lulu joyfully circled around her, nearly making her dizzy all over again.

The undead let out a terrifying, dry howl. The soldier who had just barely escaped having his throat slit by its sudden appearance stood there, dumbfounded, staring at the scene before him, unsure if he should feel lucky or if he was simply paralyzed by terror. His sluggishness on the battlefield had once again made him a target for the undead.

The eternal, icy peaks of the massive mountains crumbled, and the drifting snowflakes were swept away in a reverse torrent. Suddenly, a dark light surged, engulfing the heavens and dyeing the night as black as ink, casting the Yandang Mountains into a heavy shadow.

Lei Yun spoke in a gruff voice, a ripple of emotion in his eyes. At this moment, the gazes of others toward him shifted; it was the look one gives a powerhouse—a mix of awe and a hint of fanaticism. Such dominance and strength were undoubtedly enough to make one’s blood boil and inspire worship.

Those high-ranking officials did not give Huo Yaoyang and his group any face because they were from the British Royal Aircraft Manufacturing Company and were British officials themselves; however, these security guards lacked such backgrounds.

The fat man kept chattering away, completely oblivious to the veins throbbing on Xiao Lin’s forehead. Gritting his teeth, Xiao Lin continued to press him with questions.

The two met without much small talk, as they were not particularly close. After shaking hands and exchanging greetings, they moved straight to business.

As the skeleton fell apart, a large lizard, itself a skeleton, strolled over unhurriedly. It scooped the scattered skull into its mouth and chewed vigorously; shards of white bone fell from the gaps between its own bones, creating a truly horrific sight.

When the lightning beast, condensed from the Thunder of Life, collided with the blood-colored arc of light, the latter trembled slightly before glowing brilliantly and slicing through the beast as easily as a blade cutting into tofu.

"You should keep such a great opportunity for yourself. Besides, I'm not in a hurry, so why are you?" said Lei Yu.

Following the strikes of Yang Feiyan and Jiang Bufan, the members of the Eight Great Temples and the Great Xia Dynasty moved simultaneously, forming two forces that clashed wildly in the void.

"Strange, this Yin energy is far too heavy! Why didn't I sense it during the day?" Qin Yan asked, deeply puzzled.

Of course, these were merely thoughts; not a single person dared to take any actual action—it could only be called wishful thinking.

Zhang Wang had already reached the doorway, his servants following close behind. Just as the group was about to head downstairs to leave, Zhang Wang suddenly stopped. He turned his head and looked at Timoshenko.

Bai Weiwei was utterly baffled; she clearly did not believe a word Xiao Yu said, though, in truth, she had no intention of checking his phone anyway.

"It seems this One-Eyed man has tightened security." Murong Xuehan felt like laughing. To think he would use these mere mortals to block two masters of celestial rank—it was quite a creative idea.

Luo Bingzhu’s face, usually frozen in ice, revealed a kind smile, and her slender, jade-like hand gently grasped the other woman’s.

Just now, he had charged straight at the male assailant, concentrating all his limited psychokinetic power into his legs and right hand.

"I hope so," Yuan Shixian sighed, heavy with worry. He truly did not want to do this.

Every incantation was complex to the extreme, with its own specific limitations and requirements; the Life Incantation, in particular, demanded equivalent exchange—that is, the sacrifice of one's own life.

Risking injury, Zhang Yuqing gritted his teeth and lunged forward, successfully clearing the reach of the blade.

Naturally, Shen Yuling did not feel she was stealing Shen Yuxiu’s husband. After all, they were all still children, and the man had not been betrothed to Shen Yuxiu; there was no reason why, if Shen Yuxiu could marry him in the future, she couldn't as well.

Yet, she hadn't expected that while they would profess to her that the Changsheng Sect must be fully suppressed, behind her back, they were all desperately trying to join it—and they actually thought she didn't know.

However, he never imagined that this would be enough to deceive a carefully trained spy from Northern Liang.

In Liu Qi’s mind, with his third-grade cultivation, he didn't need to be able to walk sideways through the martial arts world.

He hunched his back, lay back down on the lounge chair, and pulled the blanket over himself. Closing his eyes, he began to mutter to himself.

In a region 700 million miles above the Golden Mountain, there were three Immortal Daoist temples, each separated by only a million miles, arranged in a triangular formation and tightly connected.

Tao Tianze took the opportunity to hold Fan Minghua’s hands with both of his own. Ignoring the expanse of white skin on her chest, he reached for a tissue and gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Ma Yongcheng appeared mild-mannered, but he was no simple man. Unlike those political commissars who came from military backgrounds and possessed their own command capabilities, Ma Yongcheng was very clear about his own weaknesses. Therefore, he strictly stuck to his duties as a commissar, showing remarkable restraint when it came to military command.

Li Tianyou’s divine sense was restricted by some powerful celestial rule deep underground, preventing him from expanding it.

Even the Japanese army, known for their fierce combat effectiveness, would not send raw recruits directly to the front lines after a large-scale replenishment. They would always allow a period of familiarization with their units. Even if brief, this transition was necessary.

"If I were wrong, would you stop?" Gu Lingge’s voice was as calm as ever, unwavering even if Mount Tai were to collapse before her. Her eyes were clear, as if they could pierce through the human heart, looking at Qing Ruifan like an arrow that easily shattered the fog in his mind, slowly bringing him back to his senses.

Humans were seen as the masterpieces of the ancient gods, and in the eyes of the gods at that time, humans looked exactly like them. Thus, the gods chose humans as their successors; it was precisely this that led to the integration of demigod genes into human society, creating demigods like us.

One must realize that these captured soldiers were rare treasures. Once fully trained, they not only saved a massive amount of time but, more importantly, supplemented the grassroots personnel of the troops who lacked formal combat experience. If Zhang Zijian wanted to go further, there were some things he simply had to look past.