Chapter 59: The Meeting

Right before everyone's eyes, a violent explosion erupted within Chen Bafang's palm as if a grenade had gone off. The tyrannical true qi surged relentlessly along his meridians toward his arm, triggering thirteen successive explosions in the blink of an eye. The blasts tore open the skin and flesh of his arm right along with his clothes, exposing the blood-mottled muscle beneath.

"Thank you, Dad!" Wan Xin hugged Lu Zhengyi's arm excitedly, resting her head against his shoulder while twisting her body shyly, casting a proud and silly grin at Zhang Yang.

"Sister Jinxi..." Su Jinxi's body froze momentarily, abruptly reminding her of Su Yu, who was still away in Zhongning.

Yaya had to admit that this remark was quite arrogant, but that was only because Brother Ji had broken her heart far too deeply.

However, the commotion on the bed startled Dong Lanxiang right out of her dreams, breaking her out in a cold sweat.

At present, Zhang Yang was unable to use his divine power and could only be said to be slightly stronger than an ordinary person. Therefore, upon hearing the scar-faced man report that brown bears frequented the mountains they were searching, he began to harbor doubts about whether Lu Zhengyi could survive out there.

These were four of the primary acupuncture techniques of the Profound Nether Divine Needles, encompassing all functions of supplementation, drainage, dredging, cessation, resolution, closure, and elimination. Little did he expect that this old man possessed some genuine discernment.

Given the height of the eaves, falling off might not necessarily prove fatal, but Beitang Li's heart was gripped by an extreme terror.

If the Desolate Cloud Severing technique did not require one's own cultivation to suppress the opponent and could only be used when one's strength surpassed theirs, it would undoubtedly be classified as a quasi-sage-grade martial art.

At a moment like this, even if one discovered boulders tumbling down from above, there was simply nothing that could be done about it.

In April, the Kwantung Army began reinforcing its troops. The Japanese 10th and 4th Divisions arrived in the Northeast, a detachment of the 19th Division from the Japanese garrison in Korea also arrived, and the Japanese 1st Cavalry Brigade along with the 10th, 11th, and 12th Air Squadrons were deployed as reinforcements to the Northeast as well.

Choking back sobs, she was unable to utter a response, yearning only to stretch her neck so that Wei Qilang could catch a glimpse of her. Alas, Young Master He and his companion blocked the doorway, preventing the two from even seeing each other.

Tamon Jiro's eyes bulged with fury, the veins on his hands throbbing visibly, which showed just how enraged he was at that moment.

Jiang Xueyao lowered her gaze to the ground, paying no mind to her brother's well-intentioned advice. She remained silent, and only after a long while did she look up, her dark, wide eyes staring intently at Xia Xingzhi as she posed her question.

Much like a supreme elixir—where taking the medicine and absorbing the energy within the body could elevate one's cultivation—this peculiar blue orb only required a touch from the hand to flood the body with a vast surge of energy.

Naturally, in the pursuit of the Dao, as the name implied, cultivation techniques were of paramount importance. Only by possessing a superior technique could one better unleash formidable combat moves.

In Japan, Zhao Feng's decision to enlist the power of GN was a tremendous gamble, because GN and the underground forces covertly deployed there by the government for their own agenda would inevitably suffer heavy casualties as a result of this mobilization.

"Your analysis is correct; things must be just as you said," Dong Lei said with a satisfied nod to Zhang Yi.

Another wave of the Black Tide crisis was scheduled for tomorrow, but Ouyang Hua, currently weighed down by heavy thoughts, found himself utterly unable to sleep. Consequently, he instructed his guard to drive him to the Tianhe City Party School to visit an old friend.

"They owe China far too much, and sooner or later, we will make them pay the price," Qin Ruo agreed with a nod.

Clutched in their hands was something that looked rather like paper currency; it appeared that this was the official base scrip circulating within the official stronghold.

Once the altar was completed and the players of Wuzang City were converted into undead entities, the pressure facing Dragon Soul City would undoubtedly multiply manifold.

Su Wanqing froze for a few seconds, her eyes suddenly widening as large as copper bells. Just as she was about to fly into a rage, Lu Qiaoying's nose began to bleed profusely.

On the battlefield, people always thought of Western anti-inflammatory drugs while completely casting aside the trauma medicines passed down by their own ancestors. If only they had native herbs, the soldiers would have to endure far less suffering.

The man curved his lips into a faint smile, reaching out to brush away a stray lock of hair clinging to her cheek. His movements were delicate and unhurried, as though he were in no rush for her answer.

Upon seeing the latest Weibo post published by Shi Miao, she involuntarily held her breath, her mind going completely blank. She could never have anticipated that Shi Miao would actually post a photograph of the two of them together.

Everyone knew that Hu Jianjun was not particularly fond of eating meat; he merely required a small amount of荤腥 (meat/grease) in his meals each day, even if it were just pork rinds, and the vast majority of any meat dishes invariably ended up in their stomachs.

Sitting in the backseat, Su Ning kept a watchful eye on Zhou Jiaojiao's condition while simultaneously observing the movements outside.

Yu Man knew all too well how to manipulate Su Tinghai's mindset. Her performance of weeping, making a fuss, and threatening suicide played right into Su Tinghai's hands.

Thinking of her fiance, who had recently begun neglecting her under the pretext of overwhelming company business, Zhou Man gritted her teeth and consented, "I am willing." As long as she did not reciprocate the affections of other men, it could not be considered a betrayal.

"Have the masterminds behind this protest been found yet?" Liu Shuyao suddenly recalled the culprit behind her fainting spell.

She had no desire to make enemies among high-ranking officials and nobility over a mere man; for now, her sole objective was to elevate the West Qing Pavilion to prominence.

A blood-filled maw, large enough to occupy nearly half its head, hung open, revealing three staggered rows of teeth like those of a shark. Saliva dripped continuously from the sharp fangs, spinning out thin white threads. Astonishingly, this was not even its only mouth, as two additional splits had torn open across its torso, similarly densely packed with razor-sharp teeth.

He was one of his very few good brothers, and he didn't wish to bicker over trifles. Even if the other person was merely speaking idly, it still brought him joy.

Once the doors of the carriage were locked from the inside, it became an impenetrable fortress. Zhan Feiyan would be absolutely safe inside, and the ventilation vents were quite concealed, making it utterly impossible for enemies to locate her within a short timeframe.

He had originally imagined that after finishing dinner, the two of them would have ample time for other pursuits, such as catching a movie, or perhaps heading somewhere else to sit and converse.

The Dao of the Sun and Moon Emperor is the most tyrannical yet the most gentle among all Dharma bodies. He is a sovereign—a sovereign destined to forge a world where every man is like a dragon. The principles he commands are the most supreme, existing entirely for an ultimate ideal, and to uphold that ultimate ideal, he must wield absolute power.