Volume One, Chapter 36: A Heavier Hand Should Be Used
Li Ruochu’s face drained of all color in an instant at the sound of that familiar yet unexpected voice. She stared wide-eyed in utter disbelief, the baseball bat slipping from her grasp and falling to the ground. “Shen Yubai, why is it you?”
“Master, there’s no need to waste words with her. Let’s join forces and kill her together,” Du Yuxue’s voice was thick with murderous intent. She knew that even together, they might not be able to finish the job, but right now, there was no other choice.
Regret was useless by now. All Itagaki Nomura could do was hope his sailors would utterly wipe out these enemies.
Since the evil spirit had already gone to summon Chen Hao, Mu Yanran didn’t follow but instead took a seat on the sofa.
“So, is it me cheating or are you? Relying on others’ strength—what kind of skill is that? Smiling Zhao, if you’ve got guts, next time meet me on the battlefield and let’s settle it with real weapons,” Niu Sheng, hot-tempered as always, rolled up his sleeves and prepared to fight.
Whether or not these Vietnamese would rescue them onto their ship wasn’t even the main concern—at least they shouldn’t provoke these Vietnamese monkeys. Otherwise, they’d get riddled with bullets and thrown into the sea.
“Wait, Lux…” I was about to stop her from doing anything that might be misunderstood when Hello’s eyes flashed twice, and the electronic lock on the main door suddenly clicked open.
A flash of light, and a delicate youth with green hair appeared on the screen. He looked much the same as he had a year ago, still carrying that air of innocence tinged with youthfulness. Compared to his comrades, who had matured significantly after a year of military life, his appearance was all the more striking.
That’s right! A priest’s way of killing is all about attrition—wearing down the enemy with sheer endurance, like boiling a frog in warm water, slowly and steadily destroying them.
If there were a word to sum up her day, it would undoubtedly be “unlucky”—perhaps even “catastrophic.”
At that moment, Zhou Xu’s eyes were vacant and unfocused, his fists clenched so tightly that blood had already begun to seep out, yet he had no strength left to change anything.
This was the very scene all the city’s people longed to witness: the evil monsters utterly suppressed by the holy angels, unable to muster even the slightest resistance.
Grievously wounded, the shadow assassin could only serve as a tool, sent to summon the inhuman slaves scattered throughout the underground palace.
“Lei Qing, you’re pretty impressive—so many of my followers have died by your hand.” It was a finely dressed man with a folding fan who spoke.
She darted forward, seizing the snake’s tail with lightning speed. With a flick of her wrist, the writhing serpent suddenly dangled straight down toward the ground.
One by one, ordinary people around them were being killed, while Jin Zhentian couldn’t even manage to destroy a single puppet.
With some disdain, Ye Jin stored the colored stone away. Now was not the time to worry about that worthless rock; finding Qi Yao was the real priority.
“What?” The guild president’s brow was furrowed with astonishment, clearly having had no idea about this matter.
“Thank you, Your Majesty. In that case, I won’t stand on ceremony.” General Zhuo closed his eyes briefly, then unleashed his full power.
Within the Wood Spirit Diagram, flecks of green radiance restored the strength of the Shark Ape Fox, and then several vines shot forth.
Only novice alchemists who were utterly unskilled at refining spiritual medicines would resort to such things.
Then came the climbing ladder. The students had watched Zhao Kang slide down on his backside earlier and thought it would be easy, but when their turn came, they realized it was anything but—only by scrambling with both hands and feet did they finally make it across.
Early in the morning, Shi Meng had disappeared without a trace, terrifying Shi Xiao. The servants searched high and low throughout the house, but she was nowhere to be found.