(120) Rescuing the Giant Panda

What was even more distressing was that the giant pandas, usually the most cheerful and simple-minded creatures in the mountains, now possessed hollow, vacant eyes, as if they had no idea they were being rescued.

"Great-grandma is here, don't be afraid~"

Liu Yi felt a surge of compassion and was about to intervene when Liang Zuan interrupted her.

"These blood-drawing needles are covered in barbs; you cannot pull them out by force."

The barbed needles were specifically designed to ensure the test subjects remained submissive. If they struggled, the needle—

The upward-thrusting spear tip struck the blade, sending a shower of sparks flying. Almost simultaneously, Duke Arles, no longer able to maintain his grip, loosened his right hand and let his battle blade clatter to the ground.

He did not know if Death had already caught up to him, nor did he know if Death was waiting for him right there.

Jiang Ziya cast a glance at Yang Jian; then, the staff in Jiang Ziya's hand struck the old master on the neck, and Yang Jian promptly caught the fainting man.

Xie Jiayang naturally knew that this news hadn't been leaked by Wang Ge and his team, but rather by her own public relations firm under her instruction. Since the injury on her head was impossible to hide anyway, she might as well use this opportunity to stir up some hype, garner sympathy from fans and the public, and demonstrate her dedication to her craft.

Seeing this, Lin Yueru hurriedly channeled her Seven Absolutes Sword Qi once more, but the result was only enough to hold back the first wave of sound for a brief moment.

The Jade Emperor suppressed the sense of loss over his missing treasure, looking at the Haotian Mirror suspended in the air with a smile. Empress Queen Mother, sitting beside him, sensitively sensed the change in the Jade Emperor and reached out to grip his hand tightly.

"Hmph, I don't want to know! Don't think that just because of this, I won't be angry anymore!" Feng Ruxuan pouted and said with feigned indignation.

Pang Tenghui drove into the school with practiced ease and parked in the largest parking lot on campus.

Shortly after, the door opened, and a middle-aged man in a suit walked in. Seeing Zhao Yun sitting on the sofa completely unharmed, he let out a sigh of relief, only to stop in his tracks just as he was about to turn and leave.

"A foolish master has a foolish pet—birds of a feather, what's so strange about that?" Blood Thorn remarked.

Therefore, he sent Fu Shiren to lead troops to intercept the final formation; it would be enough to sting them without causing them any lasting harm. After all, given Fu Shiren's capabilities, it would be difficult for him to slay a great general of the Cao camp like Xiahou Dun in open battle.

Suddenly, the sound of a snapping branch echoed, and the massive pine tree behind Situ Mingkong collapsed with a roar, crashing directly toward him.

Su Moyu took a deep breath, flicked his sword, and countless blades broke free from their owners' hands, leaping high into the sky.

The so-called main assault involved the primary strength of Gao Shun's Trapping Battalion and Dian Wei's Special Forces Battalion, supplemented by other conventional units. As for the supporting attack, it consisted of a coordinated long-range assault by the archer and divine crossbow battalions, utilizing volleys of arrows and bolts to suppress the enemy and provide their own forces with a tactical advantage.

Besides, having already revealed his identity, did these people before him really dare to continue making things difficult for him?

Liu Yifei gathered his strength, unleashing a strike with full internal force that carried five hundred and ten pounds of power. It slammed into Liu Xing's chest, causing his ribcage to finally cave in slightly and forcing him to stagger back half a step.

"Good beast, let's use you to test my skills!" Su Moyu thought, and with a flick of his will, he teleported several miles away, appearing directly in front of the fierce creature.

Up in the stands, Lin Yulong and the others were shocked. Chen Chengyun’s strike just now had been a microscopic-level sword technique, sharp beyond measure, yet Liu Xing had blocked it, remaining completely unaffected by its precision.

Nearly a million years ago, when those two Ninth-Level Demon Emperors fought, did they also tear the entire space asunder like this?

The area where the giant hand made contact was constantly caving in, and the leaping flames began to slowly fade.