Chapter Eighty-Two: Fury That Makes One Don the Armor

Eventually, everyone arrived at the largest guest room in the center of the Xiao family estate. The room was adorned with green bricks and jade tiles, its eaves intricately carved and interlocked, and two imposing stone lions stood guard at the entrance, their fierce faces contorted, each holding a golden stone ball in its mouth.

After breakfast, even as noon approached, the winds outside continued their relentless assault, accompanied by a torrential rain. The summer typhoon raged fiercely through the city. The television, when switched on, was filled with news of civilians and soldiers united against the storm.

Shao Fei found himself both amused and exasperated. He knew full well that the incident had absolutely nothing to do with Zheng Bin. Yet, as commander, Zheng Bin's carelessness and neglect meant he must bear responsibility for his dereliction of duty.

With the enemy facing attacks from both sides, chaos reigned. No one could even tell where the gunfire was coming from.

"What does this mean?" Nie Wanluo asked, still confused about what the rose really was.

Nie Wanluo pulled Qiao Neng into the dining room. Qiao Neng immediately tried to please her, serving her porridge and dishes, coaxing her to eat as one would a child.

With that, Meng Xun waved his sleeve, summoning a surge of spatial power that tore open the very fabric of space. The ruptured space was filled with a powerful suction, evoking an unfathomable terror in all who witnessed it.

When he met Zeng Guofan, he didn't mention his own hardships, but instead praised Master Zeng's insightful foresight. This revealed just how shrewd Zhu Sunyi truly was.

"This is called Earth Spirit Art. Naturally, it gathers the spiritual energy of the earth, used to restore the body," the drug lord's wife explained simply.

It seemed Deli had not suffered any loss; in fact, he was quite surprised after receiving her move. He began to admire the wisdom and magical prowess of this beautiful aunt before him.

Boman hesitated no longer. He bent his elbow and turned sideways. The sharp, elongated spike on the Gaia's Tear elbow sliced through the air, making a fierce whistling sound as it struck the growing mass of light-element clusters ahead.

The man's face was thickly powdered white—it was Xue Nu'er. He had also been invited as a guest to the Liu residence, having received his reward earlier. With Qin Zhonghai nowhere to be seen, he suspected trouble was afoot nearby and indeed managed to catch him.

They are a different kind of creature, whose world and structure are beyond the comprehension or imagination of beings under the sun. Creatures in sunlight cannot see them, nor can they exist in sunlight. In the history of the demon clans, some dark sorcerers once fervently explored this mystery, and after many years, finally confirmed the existence of the Shadow Clan.

Although the lack of elemental energy on Kalode Star greatly diminished the effects of innate talents, Lin Feng believed that the system would not grant him a useless grand prize.

Zhao Zhengce walked to the desk, picked up the phone, and dialed the Family Planning Commission.

"It has already been seven days. Thousands of ordinary Magnolia flowers have been found, even over a dozen aged seven or eight hundred years. But not a single one over a thousand years has been discovered," Lin Feng mused, somewhat frustrated.

The Master of Tongtian had no wish to explain further. Laughing heartily, he departed, carrying three swords upon his back. Slightly raising his head, he gazed over the Four Continental Regions, which were engulfed in roaring flames, as if the whole world was about to be destroyed in the inferno.

The old man yawned, preparing to lazily haggle. Suddenly, his eyes met Lu Yun's, and his expression changed subtly. He stammered, "Of course… of course, it can be a bit cheaper..." Lu Yun was mildly surprised, unsure why the old man had gone from arrogant to obsequious.

Yet it was so striking that no one could tear their gaze away, and even my peripheral vision involuntarily drifted toward it.

A sudden splash jolted A Zhi back to his senses. Watching Xiba on the shore, A Zhi's anger flared, but fortunately, he retained some composure, reminding himself to stay calm, which helped him recover.

"Enough nonsense, just follow me. Remember, you only have one day—learn as much as you can!" Xiba's eyes widened as he glared at A Zhi. A Zhi shrugged helplessly, realizing nothing good would come of this.

"If fate will not spare the Black Tortoise, then step over my corpse first!" Wang Xuan roared.

"Master Lin, Master Fang, who lives nearby, saw someone here. He sent his disciples to inquire and, learning it was you, especially invited you for a gathering," Yue Xiang said.

"Heh, I don't even know about this, so how could the media?" Qiong Ke thought for a moment, refrained from answering directly, waved goodbye, and walked out.

That night, Ryan finished his day's experiments and returned to the residence where An Liye and the others lived.

The Fatty had actually been up for a while, quietly meditating on his bed, cultivating the Qingping Sword Technique, and meticulously refining the four flying swords in his Purple Palace and the innate earth-element sword embryo that had yet to be attached to a flying sword.

Qiong Ke looked up at the badge in the fourth official's hand, knowing he was being substituted. He glanced around the stadium, watching the Manchester United fans in the stands, their applause growing ever more fervent.

As the advance continued in layers, the dense undead army was instantly struck by catastrophe, with no way to escape.

Liu Yi summoned the county magistrate, issued instructions, then brought forth the Human Register, placing it at the very center of the county office square.

Qin Lang had no time to utter a word when suddenly, a thunderclap exploded from the horizon, scattering the few Dragon Group captains and nearly three thousand agents behind them.

Ding Jie stared blankly at the corpse on the ground, blood slowly spreading beneath it.

Now, Chen Qingdi was like a withered tree barely holding on, in extreme peril. All his available power was concentrated and tilted entirely toward the members of the Junshan Society.