Volume 1, Chapter 115: A Mind Bound by Tradition

"Your urgency is your own business; does it have anything to do with me?"

Shen Zhaowu rested her chin on one hand, her slender, graceful body leaning slightly forward. A brilliant and confident smile played on her red lips, as if she did not even deign to notice Yu Shushu and Shen Xingchen.

Her third brother appeared to be a young man of gentle breeze and bright moon, quiet and reserved.

In reality—

Zhang Kun instantly teleported through space, appearing directly behind the old man to launch a surprise attack on his back, yet he was still detected. Meanwhile, Jing Baorui swung the Demon God Sword in a frontal assault, while Tang Xin controlled the crimson-black stone gate to strike from a distance.

This was the Heavenly Cycle Fist, derived from the Cycle Great Dao of the Reincarnation Heavenly Emperor; one punch equals one cycle, and nine punches can complete nine cycles.

The surge of anger lasted only a moment. Even though a trace of irritation remained in her heart, she was no longer as restless as before. But Gao Cheng did not let go; instead, he pulled her down to sit, trapping her between his legs, his arm shifting downward to wrap firmly around her waist, his presence enveloping her.

Since he could slip into my thought space, there is no need to repeat the details later; I trust he has already learned everything.

I scanned my surroundings, but Gao Cheng was nowhere to be seen. Looking up, I saw the giant bird flying off into the distance. As I watched the Rakshasa raise his hand, my heart trembled—it was a gun! Without a second thought, I lunged forward and slammed heavily into his back, knocking him over and sending the gun skittering far away.

The Netherworld transportation series is truly something! One train terrified countless mighty beings, one of whom has yet to return, and one ship nearly buried the entire Sage Confucian Manor.

Just then, Shen Jiannan, who had been running, arrived in the nick of time. Being an outsider to the fray, he saw the situation clearly. Alarmed, he hurriedly unleashed the Convergence Origin Divine Art, his hands sweeping through the air to gather true energy, which he instantly channeled into a strike against the arrow. The force pushed the arrow, altering its trajectory until it embedded itself into a nearby roof beam.

After I nodded in silent agreement, Zhou Tong slipped away quietly. Having experienced all that I had, I no longer feared the dark. Although I had night-vision goggles in my backpack, I did not bother to retrieve them; I felt as if my eyes were clearer than ever, faintly perceiving the outlines of my surroundings.

The Flowery Butterfly sneered, "How ungrateful! Daring to speak to your mother like that—tired of living?" With that, she raised her hand, making a gesture as if to strike.

The ideology of the Saint Forest Continent was actually more progressive than that of ancient Earth; it discarded sectarian prejudices and gathered the essence of a hundred schools of thought.

She saw many modern buildings; although she did not see the same trademarks as on Earth, their designs and many other features were remarkably similar.

Upon hearing that my requirements were so unusual, the entire room fell silent. To them, the Dragon King was their monarch, and nothing was more important than the dragon's body.

Furthermore, Luo Qianfan had explicitly stated in the labor contract that there were commissions for bringing in advertisements and bonuses for pioneering new business.

Lu Ming spoke as he gently clapped his hands. Soldiers immediately took ten jars of fine wine from their horses and presented them. As one was opened, the fragrance of the wine wafted through the air, causing even the demon soldiers on the city walls to gaze upon it with greed.

The lead soldier waved his hand, intending to leave, but Lu Ming blocked his path.

Forcing a passage through now might not be impossible, but the risks involved and the potential injury to the ship-girls were things Wang Yong could not accept.

"So, Old Qi, how do you think these black circles were caused?" I quickly followed up with a question.

Xun Tianfeng wore a smile, devoid of any trace of pity. Everyone could only show their anger, yet no one dared to rebuke or accuse him.

"Also, I know you were once the Commander of Jiangdong, but I fail to see why that is something to be proud of. Whether in terms of naval forces or infantry, Jiangdong's strength is far inferior to Jingzhou."

When he turned to look, he saw that Jin Ziling had appeared behind Luo Yao at some point, a long sword already piercing through her body.