Chapter 43: Fireworks Show

Fu Qing abruptly turned his head to look. Explosions echoed continuously from the direction of the Disciplinary Committee branch.

A single mushroom cloud was only the beginning, immediately followed by a second, a third, and even more.

The deafening noise ensured this night would be incomparably tumultuous.

Jiang Tang felt the hand clutching her collar trembling, while a bolt of lightning cracked and burst near her cheek.

"Very well, you are doing great."

Fu Qing abruptly pulled her closer, the fury in the depths of his eyes sending a chill through the heart.

Zhou De acted all mysterious, and Zhang Ruofeng did not refuse him to the end. He went to take a bath and then got into Zhou De's recreational vehicle.

Upon hearing this, Diao Yinan hurried over, grabbed Lin Mu's clothes and Yu Feihong's overcoat, and sprinted across.

First, just as they were preparing to incite more people to rebel against the Mother of Vol, they happened to run into Melissa sending people to attack the others, which completely disrupted their plan and forced them to rethink the long-term strategy.

The previous assassination, that canine-toothed dagger, and that star-beast leather cloak had already signaled that the descent of the tyrant Suren was likely connected to one or even several deities.

Although these two rangers had merely helped the Jiang Family Army clean up the battlefield outside the Great Wall and heard tales of military exploits, and upon returning now spent their days bragging about their experiences just to earn enough for wine, the very fact that they had once chosen to travel to distant lands proved they were still men of true grit and passion.

Hao Xinxin could not help but tense up. Normally, when a villain uttered such words, it meant she was very likely about to use her signature move next.

"You're not feeling well, take a couple of days to rest. I'll handle it," Lin Mu instructed.

If he did not jump down to save his mother, the one who would suffer the most would be himself, because he would have to watch the person he loved most die right before his eyes while he could do nothing but watch.

However, Young Master Zhou had just finished washing up and hadn't come out yet. The moment she caught sight of Tang Wei, she started mocking her again.

On the twelve thrones nearby, six were currently occupied. Counting the Ino in their hands, the total number of thrones present was seven.

"Brother Ye, were we used by the people of the four major sects? Otherwise, why would they have allowed us to retreat in advance?" Sun Xian hesitated for a moment before asking this question.

"We cannot let them leave just like this." Chu Chenze looked at Cai Gaoyi. After pondering for a moment, Cai Gaoyi ultimately waved his hand and signaled the men blocking the outside to disperse.

Tang Xiaohua kept dodging, but it was not a blind evasion. A close observer could see that Tang Xiaohua's right hand was forming incantations. Lin Yu's eyes narrowed as he sensed the surrounding heaven and earth spiritual energy begin to surge.

Therefore, the days ahead would be much more boring, consisting of nothing more than hunting demonic beasts every day or searching for them.

Thinking back to Vittorio's youthful fervor and passion, Fide felt a sense of irony orchestrated by fate—even as a genius of the military academy, burdened with the identities of a rebel cadre and a young merchant, Vittorio ultimately failed to change the fate of this country through his own strength, and the Potato Mercenary Corps was merely a supporting player after all.

Had he visited in the capacity of the Xia family's third young master, the Leng family's rules were strict, so he naturally would have had to receive him with utmost caution.

"Hmph, it's a good thing the Cult Master bestowed several talismans upon me, allowing me to summon a few ghost kings from among the hungry ghosts," Tie Lunwang said, striking a combat stance.

Following Yang Chong's departure from the city this time, much intelligence was transmitted back. Instantly, aside from the Thunder Knight's subordinates—namely the radiation replacement pointed out by Yang Chong—the other four knights all received the report.

"Meow! How could my Civet Cat clan possibly feed on rodents like you!" Ah Chai protested indignantly.

This old Daoist priest had a long, knife-like face, with very long eyebrows and a beard. His grayish-white hair was combed meticulously, upon his head rested a gold-gilded Daoist crown, and in his hand, he held a horsetail whisk.

Yet through these nine battles, he had undergone a form of tempering. Perhaps he was powerful, but he had always possessed shortcomings. Utilizing the nine encounters to temper his own physique, he now felt a sudden epiphany. Once he fully digested all nine battles, he would grow even stronger, already capable of breaking through into the third revolution of the Spirit God realm.