Chapter Ninety: The Great Battle Begins

Chapter Ninety: The Great Battle Begins

Shi Bai said nothing, and everyone was shocked. “Is he even human?” The four bodyguards stared wide-eyed.

The tiger-faced old man was speechless as well; Shi Bai’s display was a resounding slap to his face.

But the most stunned of all was Gao Yang. He looked at Shi Bai as though he were seeing a complete stranger. Shi Bai’s earth-shattering performance had utterly surpassed everything he had ever imagined.

For a moment, everyone stood frozen in place.

Unfortunately, before Chang’e, all schemes and self-satisfied tricks seemed nothing more than empty scaffolding, unable to touch her at all.

After arriving at the company, Ike told Green everything about Karlin’s condition. When Ike mentioned that he had taken out two hundred dollars to pay for Lily’s treatment, Green was also greatly astonished.

After the match against Anderlecht, Ajax faced another crucial game: an away challenge to PSV Eindhoven. The match against PSV in the first half of the season had been a symbol of Ajax’s slump, and the two sides had ended in a goalless draw.

“This humble one saw this thing trying to harm the princess and, in my rudeness, came to interrupt. I beg the princess not to take offense.” Breathing in fresh air again, Li Yu quickly loosened those lips that had been sucked with such force, raised his right hand to show it, and hurriedly explained.

She was Jiang Yuyan, as beautiful as a fish sinking and a goose descending. After getting out of the red-flag sedan, Jiang Yuyan came to a specially designed visiting room in Qincheng Prison. Compared with ordinary prisons, it could only be described as luxurious.

Immediately, the screen before Lin Feng shifted, transforming into a dazzling sheet of blue metal, while numbers beside it changed continuously as bidding had already begun.

Indeed, Lan Xin had an enormous longing for this Jade Rabbit ring. It was not that it could truly offer her much help; she simply wanted to use the ring to prove herself.

No one spoke, and the horses bore bit rings. Five thousand elite riders in black armor arrived silently before a massive Qin military camp, where twenty thousand armored Qin soldiers were encamped and sleeping soundly in the early hours before dawn.

“You look absolutely handsome in that uniform, General.” Flushed by Li Yu’s intimate gesture, Lan’er softly said a few words.

Six combat mecha descended at once and launched their attack from above, their mechanical legs stomping down like Mount Tai crushing the earth.

The remaining wolfhounds cared nothing for the fate of their companions, charging in one after another. Wu Zheng kept swinging his arm; the whip lashed wildly through the air, shadows multiplying. Wolfhounds whined without end, screams followed one after another, and before long several had already fallen.

The more he thought about it, the more exhausted he became, body and mind alike, and he made a decision. In any case, after what had happened with Sheng Yuyan, the Wu family would surely resent him; then it made no difference whether they resented him a little more.

This only meant that the slaughter still continued. Jun Lin had originally wanted to conserve some strength, but now it was impossible. Without Nikolai the Ninth in his grasp, how was he supposed to intimidate those angelic palace guards?

Power flowed from the fingertips of Jun Lin’s ten fingers into the bones of his arms, passing segment by segment until it reached every bone in his body. His breathing caused his sinews and bones to tremble, and also set his organs to shifting within him.

As for why Xia Tian was so afraid of Thompson, the reason was simple: he was truly a wild and unpredictable blade. As one of the very best, or perhaps the number-one three-dimensional players, Thompson not only possessed a stable three-point shot, but also a maddening, mercurial mode.

Su Jin patted her on the back, feeling a little wistful. She truly had not expected Lin Sen, who seemed like such a sunny young man, to be a rotten man secretly keeping several women on the side. One really could not judge a book by its cover.

Wei Rong had fought for many years without ever suffering defeat. Even so, the Sheng family could still find grounds to stop him. How much more so, then, for Yan Ming?

Liu Zifeng did not care about any of that. Beyond knowing that ghosts and spirits posed little threat to zombies, what mattered most to him was that all his thoughts were fixed on Liu Zhenjiang.