Volume One, Chapter 37: Not Letting a Single Troublemaker Escape

However, the moment the blades reached them, the expressions of both Kenpachi Zaraki and Kūro changed instantly. A sharp, crisp explosion erupted between them.

The loyal maid was indeed a hero; it was only because of her martial foundation that the mistress and servant were spared from a tragic end. The handkerchief that Luo Qi had thrown with all her might just as she tumbled into the cave opening had bought them this sliver of survival.

"It’s nothing, I was just thinking of how my husband loves to talk to cats, dogs, and flowers, and I was merely imitating him." That fool—he cried so bitterly that day, I wonder how he is faring now?

With so many dignitaries present, one could not be low-key. Before formally boarding, the VIP guests had gathered, with dedicated staff assisting with luggage check-in, boarding pass processing, and other inquiries. An Feng was responsible for the headcount. Once everyone was confirmed, they were given priority to board.

"To be thinking of such lewd things at a time like this, you really are beyond saving." The Poem of Pestilence giggled.

For some reason, Qidie felt a faint sense of loss in her heart. Yet, upon realizing she was feeling disappointed, she grew angry with herself. She snatched up the Stone Night Pearl, intending to throw it away, but as she raised her hand above her head, she froze.

Since ancient times, Go matches have always proceeded from the edges toward the center. Playing the first move at Tengen occupies the heart, but leaves one with no strategic position to defend, effectively forfeiting the initiative. Thus, unless there is a vast disparity in skill, no one plays at Tengen. Yukitaka Sanada’s move could be considered the ultimate contempt for Harunobu Takeda.

Nanny Gao stared blankly as Qingshuang kept sucking and spitting out the bruised blood. After repeating this for a while, two flushes of red appeared on her face. When the spat-out blood became bright and crimson, it was clear that the poison had been completely drawn out.

"You must be Ichigo Kurosaki, right? I’m taking over from here, get lost." Kenpachi Zaraki twisted his neck and spoke with overwhelming dominance.

There was also the matter of the charitable foundation. The scale expansion was complete, and they could now high-profilely donate the remaining tens of millions. With the help of politicians and media influence, Smith from BAE Company had guaranteed that if things went smoothly, she would receive an honor by next year.

Zhu Fu’s face turned ashen, and he lowered his head in silence. Just then, war cries suddenly erupted from the direction of the North Gate; it seemed a large force had breached the city.

The Ghost Emperor gifted Imperial Concubine Cao a painting titled "The Holy Lotus of Mount Min." In the painting, a lotus bloomed atop Mount Min—pure, flawless, and perennial, symbolizing good fortune. Furthermore, the painting contained an alchemical time formation that could delay aging and preserve youth forever. For Cao Rong, a third-rank sorcerer who was already one hundred and sixty years old, it was perfectly suited.

The final arrow headed straight for Tao Jun. Tao Jun was clad in full armor; he held a shield in his left hand to cover his face and chest, while his right hand swung his blade wildly, attempting to deflect the arrow shot by Zhou Tong.

The bronze sword was naturally not prepared for me. My Ethereal Blade is far more useful than such things.

Thousands of cultivators in the vicinity were startled, but after a brief moment of shock, their expressions shifted to frantic joy.

As he spoke, the vital energy throughout his body began to vibrate, and a sword manifested above his head.

If things continued this way, it was foreseeable that the forces under Ouyang Zuoke would eventually reach their breaking point and scatter, no longer obeying his commands. At that point, the Third Prince’s mansion, lacking the protection of numerous factions, would not be able to withstand the tidal wave of orc attacks.

Amidst the swirling dust and smoke, the Jin and Liao armies fought for half a day, locked in a stalemate. The commander guarding Changchun Prefecture, seeing the deadlock from the ramparts, led three thousand men into the fray to support the main general, Yelu Chigou'er.

After some thought, I found a spice vendor, bought some seasonings, asked where to buy mutton, and then headed off to find the place.

A thousand miles away, a beam of blood-red light broke through the void, agile as a startled dragon, piercing the darkness. Its sharp edge seemed to pierce the very hearts of men, as if carrying a sky-covering rain, a harbinger of what was to come.

"Song Xian refuses to lend us troops," Zhang Chi said. "He is only willing to hold the North. This leaves us short-handed in the South, but we can send a detachment to camp in the South and intentionally let Prince Lu’s scouts discover the news, making them mistakenly believe we have long been prepared at the southern passes. In this way, Prince Lu will not dare to march south easily."

Lu Lanni was stunned, her face flushed with shame and anger. She knew that Lu Ranxi was quite bold now; such threats would not scare her.

Whenever he drank too much, he would beat his wife upon returning home. At first, he would apologize to Li Xiuju once he sobered up.

She had been at the company for so long without knowing her boss’s name or appearance; she only knew his surname was Mo.

"No one? How can that be? This is the entrance to the underground gambling dens. The largest gambling hub in the United States—unexpected, isn't it!" Jiang Dai had hacked into Ji Chenmu’s whereabouts to discover this place existed.

"So that's how it is!" Su Qing suddenly felt a sense of regret. Why couldn't she ever meet someone she liked?

Of course, it would be even better if they didn't hang her portrait on the bulletin board or erect a statue of her.

Chifeng found the camera Yu Yangtian had hidden in the room, stopped the recording, and handed it over to the police.

Mu Chenxing was a man of medicine; he grasped the ingenuity of the prescription at a single glance.

He had hoped to rely on everyone's support to have a fair match with Lu Ranxi, to see exactly what kind of ability she possessed that could catch the eye of Instructor Wanyan.

Though they possessed intelligence and emotions, it did not mean these robots had a high level of intellect.

As the ripple spread, the originally turbid and churning river suddenly appeared calm and tranquil, with not a single ripple on the surface, looking just like a mirror.

The officer stared at Makunda in stunned silence. Seeing that the other party seemed determined, he could only heave a long sigh, reach out to shake Makunda’s hand, and turn to leave.

"Uncle, don't tell me you're going to send bodyguards to follow me again," Lin Bei frowned, clearly annoyed by the idea of being shadowed.

Nobles generally did not lack money or power. While their food and drink might not compare to that of China in this era, compared to the common people, it was like the difference between heaven and earth.

As for Liyang, hearing Bai Qiu’s words, his hand holding a slice of meat paused. He could not fathom that the other would dare speak ill of the Pavilion Master behind his back, and he couldn't help but turn to look left and right.

However, Guan Hai believed that holding them off for a while was not a problem! Moreover, Guan Hai possessed a life-saving secret art bestowed upon him by Zhang Jiao; taking his head would not be so easy.

The Scottish nobility, however, held the advantage of the people; there were at least hundreds of noble families, whereas there were only a few dozen English noble families. The gap was simply too great.