Chapter 126: Beat Him Up—Who’s Afraid of Whom?

"It’s been nearly two years, hasn't it?"

Zhang Liang looked at the man across from him. They were roughly the same age, but the man’s looks were nowhere near his own.

"About that. We haven’t seen each other since that mission."

Jing nodded. In the second half of 2013, they had fought side by side against a terrorist organization along the border between Pakistan and China. Although this guy could be annoying at times, his individual capabilities were outstanding. Along with Zhen Ye, who was also there, the three of them had formed a bond forged in battle.

Yu Lei appeared out of nowhere to take the driver’s seat, while Zhang San suddenly emerged from thin air to sit in the passenger seat.

Our commander had a catchphrase: "Fight if you can win, retreat if you can't." It perfectly captured the wit and flexibility inherent in his art of war.

Ben Deyao suddenly realized that cursing was useless, and to everyone’s surprise, he knelt before Si Shouyi right then and there.

"Mother, as long as I am here, no one will ever dare to bully us again. This time, I will surely succeed in the imperial examinations and bring honor to our ancestors!" After crying for a while, Li Hongyu wiped the tears from Zhao's cheeks and spoke with steely determination.

"Explode! You normies!" He shouted the shameful line without a hint of embarrassment, though he secretly felt a tinge of regret. This phrase should have channeled the resentment of every single soul in the multiverse into his attack, but unfortunately, his Billion Soul Light Strike didn't inherit that trait.

At this moment, everyone looked at the dense swarms of ancient demons, ancient angels, and netherworld spirits, their faces filled with terror and shock.

Fortunately, Jiro the Japanese soldier only suffered a shoulder injury rather than a leg injury. While it would have a slight impact on his mobility, it was only slight.

In this series, Chopin truly experienced what "home-court advantage" meant. Throughout the entire playoffs, he hadn't received a single foul in the first game. Heaven knows his defensive intensity hadn't dropped in the slightest—in fact, fueled by the cheers of the crowd, his defense was even stronger.

As long as one’s cultivation reaches a certain level, any technique can be used to subdue an enemy. This Daoist Ling Fei wasn't even worth me drawing my Sword Soul; I’m afraid I’d annihilate him in a single strike.

Seeing a ride that was heading in the direction of Kaifeng, the two of them wouldn't leave even if they were told they were no longer being pursued.

Although he didn't know Li Yuyun very well, the killing intent radiating from her suggested she was on the verge of an explosive rage.

Meanwhile, outside the Ten Thousand Puppet Gate, several figures approached rapidly before coming to a halt. They stared coldly in the direction of the gate. Two dark shadows appeared silently in the void: the Old Heavenly Demon and Ye Hongming.

Although a flood dragon is a spiritual species, it is useless to Long Tian unless it has attained the Dao. Besides, there aren't that many flood dragons that have attained the Dao. Furthermore, the Scale Emperor and the Flood Dragon Emperor belong to the flood dragon lineage; hunting them wantonly among the demon race is tantamount to suicide.

Yi Le was telling the truth. He wasn't much of a "sports fan." While large breasts were certainly eye-catching, he found small breasts quite adorable as well.

"Clap, clap, clap! Your ideas are good, and your opportunity is coming soon. As long as you cooperate with me, you will definitely be able to escape this time." Nalan Qianqian appeared before them like a phantom, smiling as she spoke.

Hmm... is she angry? But why? I don't think I've done anything to upset her.

One figure stepped upon a thundercloud, revealing only a head resembling that of a true dragon, spitting out a mountain-like seal that had already been cleaved in two by a giant axe.

Seeing this, Wuenqi knew things were taking a turn for the worse. When Lu Shulan saw King Yuheng, she was even more terrified. Aside from Wuenqi, no one present knew her true identity, with the exception of King Yuheng, Zhuoligetuo.

However, because of Leng Huateng’s presence, all the soldiers were on their best behavior, not daring to grumble for fear of angering him. But once they reached the battlefield and dispersed, how they would deal with Leng Huateng would be a different story entirely.