Volume 1, Chapter 26: A Breakthrough at Three Points

Since I started working, I have rarely called home. Every time I do, my parents fight over the receiver to shower their son with concern. They never once hang up on me.

Mr. Huang was deeply shaken, unable to fathom how an eighteen-year-old boy could have attained the status of a grandmaster.

After returning to the classroom, Qin Che suddenly recalled something and went back out to give Fan Liang a call.

A surge of black and white sword light erupted from Mo Wuyan, filling the air with boundless pressure. Back at the White Jade Pavilion, he had single-handedly slaughtered the entire Green Eagle Mercenary Group, and that was when he had yet to master the Yin-Yang Qi of the Universe and was only at the Sixth Heaven realm.

The heavy mahogany armchair whistled through the air, crashing down violently toward the head of the fair-skinned, middle-aged man.

The space rippled, and two figures stepped out. One of them was none other than Teng Hai, the God of Truth.

He did not know Elder Su, yet he understood that the old man’s power was far beyond anything he could imagine.

However, at this moment, not a trace of panic or fear could be seen on Lin Dong’s face; he remained as calm and indifferent as ever.

That sound of shattering was like the footsteps of the Grim Reaper, filling them with terror.

This question was clearly much harder than the first. The crowd downstairs felt dizzy and disoriented, shaking their heads and sighing incessantly as they all gradually turned their eyes toward Dian Wei.

The power of a single thunder-fire bead was already astonishing; Qi Daqian dared not imagine the result if several were to explode at once, and his figure faltered.

The victory in China’s War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression completely drove the Japanese invaders out of the country, shocking the entire world.

In less than three minutes, Sasha, her pretty face flushed, spoke while adjusting her slightly disheveled hair.

Upon hearing this, Tong Hanhai gritted his teeth. Desperate to earn the trust of the mysterious True Monarch, he spilled everything like beans, recounting how they met and what major schemes they were currently plotting.

Although Song Shan felt that there was really no comparison, the next moment, she grasped the essence of the matter.

Wang Yue was speechless, but he didn't argue. He admitted that if Liang Shuang had stayed, he certainly wouldn't have been so well-behaved, but if she wanted to leave, he wouldn't force her.

As he pondered, a question surfaced: shouldn't Xiao Lin know my tastes best? He suddenly realized he was being neglected; this breakfast was far too ordinary, mass-produced and generic, not something specially prepared for her husband—a unique delicacy meant for him alone, as it used to be.

Seeing Wang Yue speak in such a way, Si Teng stopped talking. Instead, she fell into memories, thinking back to the days when she first met Shao Yankuan.

"Brother." Hearing his voice, Ming Yan felt her nose sting, and a sense of grievance inexplicably welled up in her heart.

However, the next moment, upon feeling the sharpness of the sword wind, his expression changed drastically; this did not at all resemble a boy who had only recently started learning the sword.

Zuo Chong was truly a bit bewildered and skeptical, but fortunately, the hospital was not far, and getting an X-ray was no big deal.

Feeling his bodily functions slowly slipping away, the fear of death gradually enveloped his entire being.

"An outsider has entered, report it immediately!" A ten-man patrol squad immediately intercepted Liu Feng and his group, who were considered intruders.

Everyone proved to be quite inept at the perverse lines; no one volunteered any suggestions, and they all just kept stifling their laughter.

He had almost successfully bluffed his way through it, having endured a slap for his efforts, but then Tushan Yaya woke up. Of course, it was also Duoduo and the others' fault for being so noisy; otherwise, she wouldn't have woken up so easily.