Chapter 16: The Death Hexagram of the Four Directions

Wang Shi’s expression remained devoid of any emotion as he charged forward, cold and unrelenting, his blade reaping the lives of countless Yin-Yang Envoys. Neither man nor attack could impede him even half a step. This was the true trump card of the human race. With this restrictive formation in place, the numerical superiority of the eighth-tier powerhouses from the eight alien races vanished in an instant.

I was honestly scared witless at the time; this guy was actually so beautiful! He could give Tingting a run for her money. Tingting noticed my eyes were glued to him, and with a cold huff, she pinched my thigh hard.

PS: I originally wanted to stay up to write five chapters, but I have a class at eight tomorrow and have to be up by seven. My heart is willing but my strength is lacking. However, I don’t have a class during the second period, so I will come back and write the fifth chapter then.

“I don’t think they’ll die of anger! They’ll definitely seek reinforcements from the Commander!” Liu Sihai said with a smile.

Upon hearing Fang Bisheng’s words, all the soldiers grew excited. Under the leadership of Lü Xiangdong and Tang Bingxiang, they pursued the retreating Japanese troops once more.

“Shahua, just go to sleep, be a good girl!” Ye Mochen looked at Zi Bingxin. She was truly exhausted and had started talking nonsense.

Guan Bing felt uneasy. He checked the alarm clock on the nightstand; it was already past ten in the morning, and Li Mengzhen should have left for work. Emboldening himself, Guan Bing stealthily opened the bedroom door. The living room was indeed empty, and when he coughed twice, no one answered.

She believed that animals had their own instincts; Erhei would never pick poisonous mushrooms. Sure enough, upon inspection, she saw that these were common mushrooms found in the mountains.

Under the intense heat, the jellyfish was forced to jump away. “Chain Fists.” The Merman-Devil would not let the chance to slash the jellyfish pass.

Yuechu felt quite surprised. Back when she, Yin Xiaoxue, and Fulan were in court, Songfang had been sent back to the Yin estate by Madame Yin to fetch reinforcements. In reality, however, she had already arranged for Songfang to escape, because Songfang had been her person all along—or rather, to be precise, Songfang had defected to her from the very beginning.

It was evident from Xia Wanyou’s words that her company had truly reached a difficult bottleneck. If they could not break through it, there was a high possibility the company would never recover and might even face the danger of acquisition or bankruptcy.

The Li Jing Corps stationed there naturally would not wait for their own demise. Seeing the enemy forces attacking, they immediately declared a state of emergency and engaged in a fierce battle with the Chu army.

For some reason, she kept feeling that the Profound Stones belonged to her—all six of those stones should be hers—and she had no idea if there were any more in this world.

***

No one knew if the Bull Demon King had relayed the news of the Great Qian invasion to the Yin Spirit Venerable, who was away traveling, or when that Yin Spirit-stage great demon would return.

“I want to be discharged; I don’t want to be here…” She didn’t want to smell the hospital’s disinfectant; it was foul and unbearable.

Although he could manifest his spiritual power into forms, Lin Xiao’s current spiritual energy could only condense into rather thin spiritual shapes.

If these noble families could unite and fight with all their might, they would actually have a chance to retake Zhaoyao City.

The others who were about to move were also shocked. The Great Elder actually let their family head answer the other party’s question?

Throughout the entire process of pouring the wine, Li Minghui did not say a word, nor did he even look at Wang Xudong directly.

Zhang Cuifeng sneered, “What have I, Zhang Cuifeng, not seen before? Do you think I’d be afraid of that old man surnamed Zhang?”

They didn’t perform poorly in the semifinals, but the South Korean team was clearly superior, defeating them 2-0 within 90 minutes.

The javelin flew over their heads. Everyone turned to look and saw it sail past the leader’s tent, landing behind the camp. They ran back to find the javelin buried deep into a grain cart at the very rear of the camp.

Xie Wuwei looked at the old man who had suddenly appeared before him, his face changing abruptly, revealing a look of shock.

Ye Tian had been thinking about this for a long time, but he still hadn’t figured out what to do.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know who Bai Shuixian is. You’ve found the wrong person!” Yu Xiaobai looked at him with a smile and an expression of pure innocence.

“Who are you calling a shrew?” This time, Rou finally couldn’t hold back. She turned and headed straight for Mo Wangna, her overbearing aura exploding outward. Mo Wangna did not back down, unleashing her full aura to meet Rou’s.

Sure enough, the most impatient piranha had already snuck over, suddenly leaping into the air, opening its blood-red maw wide, and biting straight toward Leng Feng.

***

Liu Jishan couldn’t help but feel a tremor in his heart. He didn’t know if it was his imagination or if he had truly seen it, but he felt that the rooster’s eyes held a deep, mocking sneer.

In fact, Li Xian had long expected his convenient brother to come, because the latter had a poor relationship with Empress Wu since childhood and worried that the Empress might name Li Xian the Crown Prince. To secure the position for himself, he would surely come to seek Li Xian out.

Wang Yi originally had no chance of passing the imperial examination with the "real" talent in his belly, but this truth could not be spoken aloud, lest it sound absurd.

At this moment, the blacksmith didn’t know, as he sat on the ground resting. Even Andariel breathed a sigh of relief as she watched the strange stone depart, thinking that since Li Zhi saw no target and the remaining targets couldn't hurt him, he had left. Little did she know, a crescent spade was hurtling through the sky at a hundred meters per second.

Changsun Ling knew that Wang Yi had been busy lately. In her previous letters, she had repeatedly urged him to rest and not wear himself out. In this letter, she wrote mischievously that she wanted to come and see if Wang Yi had lost a lot of weight from overwork.

Well, it was easy to see why she had that thought; since breakfast, these two mischievous brats had been pestering him all morning about the Firebolt.

He didn’t dare. With the ability to switch tastes, he wasn't afraid of getting tired of eating things like chocolate beans. Between keeping his secret and replenishing his energy more comfortably, he clearly leaned toward the former.

How could Chen Yang use internal energy to treat this guy, Hei Zi? He was going to use acupuncture. Last time, when treating Zhang Jiajia, he was forced to use his family’s secret needle techniques, but for Hei Zi, Chen Yang used the most ordinary acupuncture, inserting the needles along the meridians and acupoints.

Tall, muscular, with deep black eyes, and tattoos covering his entire right arm, he wore only a thin cotton undershirt and looked quite formidable.

Seeing the man’s blade-hand about to strike the back of his neck, Zong Feng couldn't dodge, because he knew that the moment he showed any sign of movement, the dagger in the man’s other hand would pierce his throat without hesitation.