Bah, throw it away, say it again [Second update]

"You fell into the cesspit! Your whole family fell into the cesspit!" King Xuan lowered his head to look at his armor, his face turning as dark as charcoal.

"What do you know? We're only worried because we have to go back. None of us wants to return. You guys have it good, being able to stay here," said the square-faced young soldier.

"I, old Wang, have traveled far and wide, but I've never heard of these two things," said a luxuriously dressed, pot-bellied middle-aged man.

Oblivious to the passage of time, Han Bing felt as though decades had passed, yet it also felt like a mere blink of an eye. Suddenly, a barrier deep within his body shattered with a loud crash, and a long-suppressed energy surged forth like a breached dike.

The southern nation of Tianzhu repeatedly attacked Central Province and Xiliang Province without success, suffering nearly two million casualties in the process. However, boasting a massive population, Tianzhu mobilized four million troops from its homeland within two days, forming a massive army of five million to assault Central Province. Simultaneously, another million troops marched toward Dongling Province, attempting to seize control of the region while Japanese military forces were depleted.

Seeing another Han Bing, identical in both appearance and demeanor, commanding a Thousand-Man Commander of the Dragon Shadow Guard to fight against him, Han Bing naturally felt uneasy. What on earth was going on? Could someone be impersonating him?

The Ghost King Seal had the character "Shadow" engraved on its reverse side. This was the Netherworld Palace's equivalent of a tiger tally. Whoever held the Ghost King Seal wielded the authority of the Shadow King himself. With this item, seeing the token was akin to seeing the master, granting the bearer command over the vast armies of the Netherworld Palace.

"It's just that I helped him out, and out of gratitude, he invited me to dinner. It doesn't count as a date," Jifeng said, knowing that Yeying was hurting inside, and deliberately spoke to comfort him.

If anyone knew that Qin Xiao was using divine essence to elevate his cultivation realm—wasting it in such a luxurious manner—their eyes would surely pop out of their sockets in astonishment.

The Dean of the School of Mathematics stood in a daze, recalling the words previously spoken by the Dean of the School of Politics and Law. Only now did he truly comprehend the extent of Ding Ning's formidable capabilities.

The two of them were somewhat baffled by the sudden appearance of the Japanese samurai. Could they have been drawn here by the fiery pythons within the Ten Thousand Stone Grotto?

It appeared that the bandits' target was not the two of them at all, but Zhou Qianxin. Their subsequent actions were not a premeditated conspiracy against the pair, but merely a tactic to buy time for their escape.

Hundreds upon hundreds of flying ships completely blocked the path ahead. To proceed further, one either had to cross over them or wait for the vessels to clear a passage on their own.

Li Junyi's pupils contracted sharply. With trembling fingers, he gripped her chin, preparing to pry open her lips and force the sleeping pills down her throat.

Xiong Shan had been waiting here for several days already. If not for these intervening matters, he would never have factored in the recent developments at all.

When Yang Zhentian's true-essence-infused埙 (clay ocarina) music reached this place, the statue-like white-robed cultivator numbered twenty-four suddenly shivered all over. Then, with stiff, mechanical movements, he twisted his neck to look in the direction from which the music was coming.

Everyone took their seats as host and guest, and the two imperial guards respectfully served dark tea. Xiao Yu and the others began to chat with Mo Xiang.

"You want to go that badly?" Listening to Chen Fangping's amused question, Xiaxia nodded her head even more frequently.

The onlookers were dumbfounded, standing frozen in place like statues. A dignified Xuan-sun realm martial artist had actually been tripped over by a good-for-nothing. They desperately wanted to laugh, but dared not let out a sound.

"OK." Jing Qi didn't blame them for their disbelief. Without spiritual awareness, he probably wouldn't have believed it either. However, just to be safe, Jing Qi had already channeled a trace of True Wood Qi into his arm, guiding it along specific meridians to condense a sliver of Withered Wood Finger Force at his fingertips, ready to unleash at a moment's notice.

Ever since that day, Chen Xu had grown even more enamored with killing. He sought out excuses to justify his murders, growing increasingly extreme. Before outsiders, he feigned deep loyalty and righteousness just like his mother, but in private, he constantly scouted for potential victims.

Its head was like that of an ox, its horns like a deer's, its eyes like a shrimp's, its ears like an elephant's, its neck like a snake's, its belly like a snake's, its scales like a fish's, its claws like a phoenix's, its paws like a tiger's, and the scales covering its body, measuring several yards across, gleamed dazzlingly in the sunlight.

Prefecture City was infinitely more prosperous than Linshui Town, by a margin too vast to measure. Xia Zhi patted her money pouch; she had no immediate plans to go to Prefecture City. But in the future, she would surely go.

Yang Yiming narrowed his eyes, his protective vital qi extending three inches from his body to insulate him against the waves of searing heat as he approached the pockmarked terrain.

"The things sold in this shop cannot be bought anywhere else." They were her exclusive products, sold solely in her own establishment, so naturally, they were unavailable outside.

Only then did she react, realizing she was not speaking to Liu Cui beside her, but to her mother-in-law.

With the sound of shattering glass, the defense was breached, and Kayaba Akihiko's body was driven backward more than a dozen steps by the powerful momentum of the attack, nearly stumbling to the ground.

Damn it all, if he hadn't been broke, Razzle would never have eaten this kind of black bread. Calling this bread was a joke—referring to it as bread was an insult to the very word. Anyone with even a shred of money would refuse to touch such bread, which was hard enough to double as an iron rod.

Felix's acting prowess had undoubtedly reached the level of an Oscar-winning best actor. The aged Pope Leo VII had been completely hoodwinked by him and placed absolute trust in him.

The peak of Pseudo-God realm? Truly formidable. Given his current strength, even if he unleashed the Four Secrets of Purple Thunder, a battle against a peak Pseudo-God realm opponent would yield no better than fifty-fifty odds.

Therefore, I eagerly made a phone call to Sister Chang'e. The news I received was equally exhilarating. When I asked Sister Chang'e if she knew Xue Fugui, she replied that not only did she know him, but they also still kept in frequent contact.

My only concern is whether you will agree with this idea of mine. Of course, a moment's thought makes it clear that you will certainly oppose it.