109 It seemed as though everything had been orchestrated.

In an instant, both sides of Chen Anquan’s chest became completely filled with blood and air, causing a severe pneumothorax, while his abdomen, due to congestion, swelled like a woman about to give birth. Chen Anquan had no time to process any of this; at the very moment he lost a massive amount of blood, his consciousness slipped away entirely. His limbs went limp, powerless and hanging down. Ultimately, he fainted and collapsed in the abandoned quarry.

Three minutes after Chen Anquan lost consciousness, his bloodied and mangled skin began to turn a deep crimson.

“Here, have some water,” Palitu urged, seeing Princess Shanya repeatedly licking her dry lips. Hastily, he poured a cup of tea, tested its temperature, and placed it into her hand.

The golden ball of lightning vanished, and Lin Sangbai activated the demonic blood eyes to adapt and observe more closely. Immediately, a colossal beam sword, stretching at least a hundred meters, appeared in his gaze.

Though Tien Shinhan remained silent, he too was shaken by the barrage of news involving Saiyans, Frieza, and more.

Mu Qiong finished gathering a batch of wheat seedlings, scattered some wheat seeds, and then sprinkled many broad beans onto another tray before covering it with a black cloth.

“This…” He paused in his steps, hesitating. After some thought, he decided not to discard the oil painting but rolled it up and held it tightly.

Although the Hu family was filled with panic, they were by no means foolish. They understood that to avoid such physical suffering, their only hope was to rely on the person before them.

Strangely enough, the Empress Dowager seemed to deliberately avoid her. No matter how many times she had seen her, she never caught a glimpse of her face. The more elusive the Empress Dowager was, the more curious Chaoxi became.

When the demon-slaying staff touched the demonic hair, a sound akin to acid corrosion rang out. Thick black mist, accompanied by a foul stench, surged forth.

A star collapsed, its light twisted. An invisible, special field began to form. Bellial, situated extremely close to the star, felt an immense restraining force pulling him toward the center.

A strong sense of alarm rose in his heart. Whether or not the red ribbon attached to the steel ring belonged to Yan Shuangbing, it was definitely connected to the other party.

Originally, Cao Cao would not have fallen into such a predicament. Earlier, he had arranged with Jiao He, the Governor of Qingzhou, to jointly aid Yanzhou. Jiao He had specially transported large quantities of grain from Qingzhou. Had the two armies met, Cao Cao would not have had to worry about food supplies.

Calling Gu Feng a legend was already an understatement; now, he had become almost a mythical figure.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen men dressed in black withdrew completely, leaving behind only two dead black-clad bodies on the ground.

Xing Zi was alarmed and hastily ordered the troops to retreat. Before leaving, he relocated all the wealthy merchants and prominent families from the city, then set fire, reducing Zizhou City to ashes.

On the opposite side, the beating of drums rose, each beat stirring the heart. Following that, countless blades and spears were raised, forming a forest in the air. The shouts of rebel soldiers roared like a tidal wave.

Perhaps it was because the kitchen of the luxurious villa was open-concept, or maybe because the senses of those from the South were exceptionally sharp.

However, Xue Qing was not an outsider after all; he was Xue Dingding’s father and Li Mao’s father-in-law. Family ties mattered, and this matter deserved respect. Moreover, for this banquet, Xue Dingding had rushed back from Youzhou to Liaodong City. To avoid hurting her feelings, Li Mao should attend the meal.

Kerry’s father was a hotel management consultant, and her mother a teacher. Kerry had mentioned before that her mother was very strict, and upon meeting her, it was clear Kerry was not exaggerating.

“Deputy Governor! Who cares what he is! We have ten powerful cannons, plus all these firearms—we can still blast him!” Hou Liangzhu laughed.

King Zhao, looking at the letter in his attendant’s hand, regarded it as if it were a hot potato. Hesitating for a long moment, he wasn’t sure whether to open it or not.

During this trip to the Enchanted Palace, although he broke through his restraints and reached the Dominator realm, he lost all dignity.

The eighteen scholars of the imperial dynasty, though inevitably competitive, shared deep bonds, almost like brothers. Watching the poetry scholar fall to Gu Xiao’s sword, the remaining three scholars’ eyes glared fiercely, bloodshot and filled with hatred, as if they wished to devour Gu Xiao themselves.