Chapter 33: The Founding of the Imperial Fighting Team!

Kuang Biao heard his younger brother’s cries, but he was powerless to help. His chest was a mangled mess of flesh and blood, his arms were covered in lacerations, and his breathing was ragged and uneven, his chest heaving uncontrollably.

Su Jun was extremely satisfied with the current performance of the bandits. Those who aspire to achieve great things must first discipline their desires; to be able to restrain one's own impulses—not bad, not bad at all, there is progress.

As for the dinner between Gu Jincheng and Qiao Anyuan, it was, as always, Qiao Anyuan chattering away incessantly while Gu Jincheng listened with his mind wandering far away.

Throughout the match, he had been watching the contest between the two teams intently, occasionally chatting with Beckham, feeling quite at ease.

Hu Liena immediately rummaged through her chests and cabinets, donned her favorite new outfit, and only then opened the door.

Anyone with profound strength tends to be somewhat unruly, and this Fang Zheng was far younger than the average Martial Venerable, naturally making him even more defiant.

By the time the group finally ascended to the thirty-seventh floor, he had already reached the sixty-third.

At this moment, the Titan Giant Ape seemed to find it amusing; mimicking Tang Jiu’s gesture, it flipped the Chrysanthemum Douluo a middle finger. The impact of this move was devastating.

He had expected a single sword strike to slay Shen Longxuan, but instead, his formidable attack had simply dissipated, leaving him so frustrated he felt like spitting blood.

To the infinite pathogens, the god possessed not only the ability to see them but also the power to inflict divine punishment upon them.

The student closest to the fissure trembled in fear, unwilling to take the lead, for that massive tail might be waiting just below. To go down there would certainly mean immediate death.

Upon hearing this, Young Master Wei wore a look of disdain. Someone who valued his own status as much as he did would never be so discourteous.

"The county seat of Zhuo is perfectly safe! However, Fanyang City has already been occupied by the rebels!" At the mention of Fanyang, Zou Jing’s expression darkened once more.

A long, deep, and powerful aura awakened within his body, as if a Kui Ox or a Taotie were stirring, radiating an overwhelming presence.

As for Youzhou and Jizhou, which bordered the Zhongshan Kingdom, Liu Tianhao did not bother with any publicity or notifications. Although he had been enfeoffed as the King of Li of Zhongshan, he had no social ties with the officials and gentry of the surrounding commanderies and counties, nor was he familiar with them, so he saw no point in the tedious task of sending out invitations.

Li Bing rubbed his nose, suddenly sensing an inexplicable warning in his heart, as if some malice were about to descend upon him.

"Haha, Yunchang, do not doubt it. Let me ask you, before yesterday, had you ever tasted a liquor as potent as the Dragon and Phoenix Clear Spirit Brew?" Liu Tianhao laughed.

Of course, this was also because the quality of the fourth-grade Heavenly Pills that Qu Yan and the others were refining had been slow to improve.

In other words, after the Yellow Turban Army surrounded Zhuo County, they had bypassed it to the northeast to attack Fanyang! Since Zou Jing had taken almost all the regional garrison troops to Zhuo County, how could Fanyang possibly withstand the Yellow Turbans, who were as numerous as locusts?

"That’s right, and he calls himself the sworn brother of the Medicine King? It must be a fake, otherwise, how could he produce such inferior goods?" Wang Weijing immediately chimed in to criticize.

Truly shameful; as the end of the year approaches, there is simply too much work at the company. I can only manage two chapters today. Well... November is here, I must work harder this month.

Meng Hanran did not seem to notice the helplessness in Lei Hu’s heart and continued to introduce the composition of these five hundred men.

He looked at his own entirely gray body. What could he possibly do to make this girl believe that he had broken free from the control of the demons and was now standing on the side of the Eastern Continent?

The rich vital energy transformed into a flowing stream, filling every meridian in Lin Yi’s body before surging into his dantian.

At almost the same moment, Ashina Duer pulled his Turkic Savage Blade from the chest of a Taoist priest.

More than seventy demons formed a circle in the middle of the spacious street, vigilantly watching their surroundings.

Seeing the clamor of the crowd growing louder, Mo Chen struggled to squeeze through the onlookers, while pedestrians on both sides muttered their dissatisfaction.

These convictions were all connected by threads called "friendship," unbreakable and firm.

The Demon Spring Sword could be considered the cornerstone of Spring Sword Manor. The ancestor of the You family had once used this sword to slay a genuine Celestial Immortal, establishing his reputation, and the name remained as resounding today as it ever was.

His words were laced with hidden meaning, clearly mocking the Well Dragon King for being opportunistic. A dignified Dragon King, spending three years guarding a corpse at the bottom of a well—are you not ashamed of your title?

Jiang Fan did not mind. Regardless of whether the others were pretending or not, at least they had shown up, and the sentiment was genuine, so he had to show appreciation.

Sui Sui nodded, raising her sleeve to wipe away her tears. When she looked up again, the scene had changed; she was among the clouds, seeing once more the white-haired old man she had dreamt of when she first arrived.

Why bring up the Demon Emperor again? But clearly, the words were effective. The soldiers’ gazes shifted to Yi Qing, looking at him pitifully for help, hoping he would show mercy. However, the latter was too busy clutching his wound and pulling a pained expression to be of any help.

He carried Su Jingmu to the bed, and as he stood close to her, he lost himself for a moment. If he were to do something now, it would certainly be suspicious of taking advantage of someone’s vulnerability.

With the help of Soul Eater, Lin Yi’s heart became much quieter, and he even began to feel a bit sleepy.