Volume One, Chapter 84: Yu Fei Sets a Trap for Gu Zhen

The atmosphere in the carriage was heavy and stifling. Wen Xuyu noticed he kept staring at her and waved a hand before his eyes. "…What’s wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

"Yes, I am," he replied.

Perhaps I had embarrassed Zhang Minglang; when I rinsed those glasses, I paid extra attention to every detail.

Li Wanxiang led me toward a large terrace on the left side of the grand hall. White chairs were set out for the guests to rest, and an assortment of fruits was arranged on the tables for their enjoyment.

I exchanged a few casual words with Xie Caiping, then put the key to my work locker and my uniform into a bag, set it aside, and went to the finance office to settle my pay.

Then, to my astonishment, he suddenly grabbed the bottle of wine—barely touched—and began pouring it into his mouth as if it were some ordinary beverage.

Though Jehovah had reached the twilight of his years, his vitality alone should have carried him for decades, perhaps centuries. Yet he still could not outlast the ruthless passage of time.

It was not that he had no curiosity about his opponent’s background, but Jane Eun-jung would know nothing of the inside story—at best, she would only know the adversary was a foreigner, without any knowledge of their true identity.

Upon hearing the commotion, the on-duty doctors and nurses hurried over, only to find a naked man sprawled on the ground, a pool of blood behind him.

Composing myself, I swung my bag over my shoulder and strode into the office. I hadn't even reached my cubicle when I saw a baby carriage there.

"Oh." Yang Qingluo gazed at him blankly. After just a night’s sleep, this man looked even more handsome, more masculine than before.

His demeanor shifted dramatically, as if a god had descended to earth. A vast and overwhelming might poured from his soul, filling the entire hundred-square-meter basement.

At the beginning of Poxi Mu’s rebellion, he had already planned: should the court one day dismiss Yuan Chonghuan and change the administration in the borderlands, he would submit and continue his role as an imperial official.

Bai Suzhen carefully studied the cultivation method and found it utterly miraculous. Especially the way it claimed mastery over all techniques under heaven was extraordinary. This method seemed to defy the very order of the world. However, in terms of practical application of magic, it still fell short compared to her own.

Lisa smiled and said, "Then think of a name yourself. Though, with your intelligence, I doubt you'll come up with anything good."

Qingming sat motionless, using a barrier to restrain the deathly aura so thick it was almost tangible. He too was gradually approaching the end.

There was one explanation for this phenomenon: the legends of King Arthur in this world were not as ancient as Lin Zhengyang had imagined.

Yuan Ying nodded, at a loss for words, completely bewildered, and could only offer a forced smile.

The battle between the higher-level supernaturals and the advanced zombies in the sky was drawing to a close. Because of the zombies' unique constitution, the number of injured and dead was greater on the human side. Yet neither side had emerged unscathed, and the campaign was only temporarily suspended.

Oriana’s account seemed to please Heimerdinger, who unconsciously raised his large head, hands clasped behind his back with an air of pride.

With a thunderous chant of the Buddha’s name, Fahai unleashed boundless power, splitting seas and shattering mountains. The echo rolled out like a morning bell, reverberating into the distance.

Early in the morning, the respiratory department became lively as many doctors arrived earlier than ever before.

Next, the heterochromatic-eyed monster frantically activated the Book of Life and Death, summoning more than a dozen ghost kings in rapid succession: the Fire-Haired Ghost King, the Spider Ghost King, the Black Serpent Ghost King, and others of similar rank.

Xiao Shanjun, a mere spirit beast, had never seen such martial prowess among mortals. He could not grasp the intricacies and could only nod and agree meekly, not daring to utter a single word of dissent.