Chapter 59: The Fat Meat Is Elsewhere

Liu Feng led his men ashore, and a pungent smell of burning rushed to meet them. The open spaces of the entire water stronghold were littered with charred corpses.

Liu Feng walked deep into the stronghold, standing in the utterly scorched main hall, before finally seeing living people.

The few of them were lucky, and because they happened to be inside the main hall at the time, in their panic they used water to drench the entire room.

Then, they dug a firebreak along the open ground and poured massive amounts of water into it, which barely allowed them to survive.

However, the raging fire surrounded the entire stronghold, and the thick smoke and scarce oxygen left them starved of air. Inhaling the heavy smoke made their limbs weak.

Coupled with the scorching heat, surviving...

Moreover, the one with a direct conflict with him was only that robed figure in gold. As for the others, it was merely because he might have a connection with that supreme ruler.

The Amitabha Buddha bead flew out, shattering the void and colliding with the golden holy sword. Instantly, sword radiance and Buddha light filled the sky, turning the entire void into flying ash.

The surface realm of this Buddha was that of a True God, but his aura was unfathomable, far beyond that of an ordinary True God.

Jiang Yun and the others flew at extreme speed all the way, far away from True Dragon City, and observed their surroundings from a peak in the True Dragon Mountains. At this moment, the heavens and earth had undergone drastic changes; streaks of bloody lightning danced wildly across the sky, and the distant earth was splitting apart.

Furthermore, Ye Long was still tied to an iron pillar, unable even to bend his waist. One could only imagine how excruciatingly uncomfortable this must have been, causing his facial features to scrunch together directly.

As for himself, along with Xu Feng and two other young-generation family disciples, they had suffered heavy internal injuries and could not summon even sixty percent of their combat strength.

Only the people living in District 10 had not left a single soul; they still went about their daily lives, which was why District 10 was exceedingly quiet. The people living here were all demonized humans, though if finely categorized, there were congenital and acquired types.

Just as the two sides were engaged in a fierce battle, the bloody malevolent Qi of the battlefield seemed to trigger something. Puffs of black Qi emerged from the ground, forming monsters of various shapes and forms.

Looking at his crazed and deranged appearance, he seemed to have reverted once again to that old beggar—Guo Bunu—whom he had chanced upon meeting in Luoyang with Jian Chen.

"Being too charming and too much of a hunk isn't a good thing either, hmph!" Shangguan Kexin glanced at Ye Long and said with a light snort.

Damn it! Isn't this a bit too sudden? Seeing you treat me with an icy, indifferent attitude all the way here, I thought you were—well, you know? Now, without any warning or preamble, you abruptly ask me if I like you. How do you expect me to answer you? At the very least, you should give a guy some time for emotional warm-up, right?

"Team leader..." Hearing the shout, the squad leader of the Seventh Platoon turned his head. When he caught sight of the hunting arrow piercing Yi Yang's chest, he was so shocked that he didn't even notice the gun in his hand drop to the ground.

Old Fang: A naval commander who later retired to the second line and served as the mayor of Beijing City. He is ninety-nine years old this year. If one investigates further, he can be considered the father-in-law of the late Deputy Mayor Ma, who was previously killed by Young Master Lin.

Kang Kai climbed up from the ground, looking at Qin Shaojie with an unsightly expression, unable to utter a single word. Even if he wanted to speak, he had no idea what to say.

Faced with such questioning, Ming Shen truly did not know how to respond. If she said yes, it would be equivalent to tacitly admitting that she was a thief; if she said no, the iron-clad evidence was as firm as a mountain, leaving no room for her to deny it in the slightest. Any explanation would only turn into self-humiliating sophistry.

"Why are you glaring at me? You'll get what's coming to you soon enough." The armed police officer pressed down hard on Yi Yang's handcuffs.

As a result, many veterans in the assassin underworld who used firearms also died. Firearms assassins felt immense pressure and gathered together in an attempt to break the legend. Yet, they found that they had no idea what the last of the Void looked like.

At this moment, Ye Bingyin understood completely. He understood why Di Yun had become that way. Ye Bingyin softly called out Di Yun's name. When Di Yun turned his head and saw Ye Bingyin, he hurriedly buried his head down. He did not want Ye Bingyin to see him in this state, nor did he have the face to face Ye Bingyin ever again.

"What's wrong with your foot?" Brother Ye turned around and saw that Wan'er was crouching on the ground, massaging her ankle with a painful expression on her face.

According to Qu Feiyan, her grandfather's spirits hadn't been very good lately. It wasn't due to any particular illness, but simply the inevitable result of advancing age.

Yet she still felt it wasn't satisfying enough. With just enough points, Lin Chuxushimply exchanged for a new dish—Heart-Calming and Mind-Soothing Soup.

A noisy and shrill alien sound rang out, and dozens of roots pulled themselves up from the ground, intertwining into a ball in mid-air, exuding a bizarre and ominous aura. At the same time, clusters of purplish-black smoke abruptly appeared, twisting and shifting until they gradually took on a clear form.

Finally, after drinking a few mouthfuls of the salty and savory noodle soup, Liu Yun couldn't help but let out a satisfying burp before reluctantly setting down her chopsticks.

After a brief moment of panic, she smiled at Lin Zhou, then pointed at her stomach and gestured toward Qin Shuyue.

I heard that not only are the special efficacy dishes at her restaurant remarkably effective, but the flavors of her other dishes are also second to none. I wanted to take you to try them out.

To purchase this soup, many people frantically sent private messages on Weibo to those lucky individuals who had successfully booked a table, hoping to pay a higher price to have them pack a portion to go.

The King of Snakes, Basuki, coiled around his neck, gently flicked its tongue, making a hissing sound as if echoing its master's words.

This elder sister of hers truly knew how to spout nonsense. Just because she had taken a brief dip in the Ganges River, how on earth did that make her a child of the Ganges?

Warlords of all factions only knew how to fight each other for territory and cared nothing for the lives of the people below them. Most of them levied exorbitant taxes and collected fees to maintain their armies.

Qian Jun stared at the carriage and finally saw the curtain on the carriage window part by a crack. A pair of limpid eyes, brimming with joy, looked toward him. Those eyes were still glistening with moisture, clearly having just cried. He understood—those must be tears of yearning, tears of fulfillment, tears of joy, tears of happiness.

Anyway, the land in the town yielded no harvest every year anyway; perhaps this misfortune would turn into a blessing. What tempted her the most was the ability to raise sheep. She had been to Donggang; at the foot of the mountain lay a vast expanse of wasteland where wild grass grew exceptionally lush.

"You two stay here and don't come out for no reason. However, if the boss's room comes under attack, you can still come out and take a look." After speaking, the soldier ran off with his gun.

"Hahaha, a hero shouldn't mention the valor of his past; all that is in the past now." Prince Ren was very pleased inside, while remaining very modest on the surface.

Yuan Guozhao was momentarily stunned, but still withdrew his hand. With a sigh, he slowly turned around and walked back down the stairs.

Unexpectedly, just a day later, Shen Nianyi had someone bring her to the Dali Temple. Xiu Niang harbored lingering anxiety, but she also knew Shen Nianyi's relationship with Ning Xiasheng very well. Even if Shen Nianyi had learned of this matter, he shouldn't make things too difficult for her. However, the person leading the way brought her straight to the morgue.

Xia Minghan's intention was already obvious. Wanting to bring down Jiang Kuohai based on this video was practically impossible.

With a spin, Yaoji retreated straight into the room from the doorway. Shen Nianyi did not press the attack while holding the advantage; after all, it was just a door, and there was no need for him to enter the room. In case she had set up defenses in advance inside, wouldn't that just be asking for unnecessary trouble?