Volume 1 Chapter 33: Forcing Growth

To prevent the desert giants from attacking in large numbers, Andy utilized single-target skills. Even with the "Death Burst" ability, which provides significant ranged damage, the targets still possessed a staggering 2 million HP, making the battle far more arduous than it would have been otherwise.

Meanwhile, Yang Yunxi led the people of the Changsun Palace in a grand procession toward the palace gates. Even if they had to wait a while, it was better than being a hindrance, wasn't it? At such a critical juncture, the Changsun Palace could not afford any mishaps.

Once he finished speaking, Yuan Shao turned and ordered his army to set up camp on the spot. He gave Liu Bei a "you know what I mean" look before retreating to the back to rest.

"Fine. Tomorrow, I will make you regret provoking me," Li Yutong said, and walked straight into the school.

"That's because this game is inherently strange. Still, there are fire-attribute plants here; I wonder how much experience they will yield." Andy, having activated "Death Burst," unleashed a massive Ice Explosion, instantly obliterating all the surrounding monsters.

Her love for him was no less than his own. However, she could not accept the fact that Ouyang Shanglie was a British prince. It made the gap between them feel insurmountably vast, and she lacked the courage to bear the weight of such love.

"It's... it's okay. I successfully advanced just in time." Even though the Great Eagle was exhausted, Yu Sheng could still feel its joy.

Perhaps it was because they knew this that they targeted Shen Qingxian, using her to threaten him and force his submission.

Jiang Shanshan curled her lips into a cold smile. Staring at the sunset glow on the horizon, she whispered, "I can hardly wait for the Empress Dowager's birthday banquet." She imagined that with her orchestration, this banquet would be exceptionally dramatic. As the moon waxes and wanes, so too do people experience joy and sorrow; such is the unpredictable nature of life and death.

"How could there be such a commotion? Could they have discovered some secret treasure?" Master Liufeng’s eyes suddenly lit up as he spoke.

The makeup artist, Fang Xia, looked to be in her forties, with a slightly plump figure, a round, fair face, and bright red lips, suggesting she was in excellent health.

Tamik focused, surrounded by a blood-colored aura. In the blink of an eye, he vanished. The next moment, his fist, wreathed in red flames, struck the abdomen of the black-armored giant. The battle-qi armor shattered instantly, and his scorching fist slammed into the black plating.

Tianjiao wanted to campaign on behalf of Murong Chong to unify the world, and Yan Chuheng finally accepted this reality. He insisted on joining the army to assist her, and it took a great deal of persuasion from Tianjiao to make him abandon the idea.

The man dared not look at Miao Yi. Seeing that Yang Mengsheng’s focus had indeed shifted to Aunt Cao, he breathed a sigh of relief. He glanced at his accomplice and reported the address of Aunt Cao's home.

"In a sense, they are indeed dead," Tamik said with a smile, though his gaze toward Grey Rock was as cold and biting as a winter wind.

Lin Tao was also startled by Mother Tuoya's expression just now. He didn't know why she was so certain he was lying. He had been quite satisfied with the acting skills he had honed recently—could it be that seeing the photo of Wan Shuqin had made her suspicious?

Looking at that weapon, so arrogant and straining to burst forth, many people on the street were likely wondering how large it was, and whether it would rip through the fabric and pop out at any moment.

This Zong Changye was truly ignorant. To use a dragon vein to repair the Demon-Locking Tower? That was a true dragon that had yet to fully form; once the dragon vein shifted and transformed into a wicked dragon, the entire Eternal Heaven Sect would be buried along with it!

Nataya leaped from the shoulder of a Son of the Holy Race, wiped her hook-claws with one hand, and shot forward like a cannonball, diving straight into the massive maw of a roaring Ghost Behemoth.

"You say Xuan Feng is your relative, but as far as I know, he seems to change his body every few years. How can he be your relative?" Su San found this quite strange.

However, they had no idea of the true relationship between Qin Long and Xia Yao, nor did they understand the hardships of the poor.

Pang Ji walked over and saw Wu Xie with a stiff neck, eyes wide, mouth agape, and a look of sheer terror on his face.

At that moment, Qin Long was slurping down spicy hot pot, looking completely satisfied, as if the events that had just transpired had nothing to do with him.

In the next moment, Xu Qingmo moved again, and the staff-wielding man on the steps raised his long staff to strike down.

"I'm fine. As long as I see that you are all well, I am quite happy," Tang Meng said with a smile. Although she said this, she also wished to be with Wang Qiang forever and become his bride.

"Cough, cough, Imperial Aunt, you must give me some advice. I really have no other way." He couldn't just rush up to her and say, "I love you, marry me, let's get hitched," could he? If he actually did that, she would probably view him as a madman and kick him out of the Regent's mansion.

Outsiders might have seen Koshikoshi Yukio trading blows with Gao Pengyi, being suppressed at every turn and failing to gain any ground, only to be knocked to the ground within a few moves.

"Sigh, I suppose that’s all we can do." Having said that, Mou Yiping stuffed the last bite of cake into his mouth.

Furthermore, there was a vacuum zone between those people and the outsiders; no one dared to cross that chasm. In an instant, Meiying understood—a person of great status must have boarded this teleportation array, which was why they had been squeezed to the perimeter. At the very center stood a youth in purple robes embroidered with gold thread.

Moreover, this was without even counting Wuming and Ji Feng. If those two were included, this new faction would likely be able to crush all other forces within the prefecture; it could even hold its own against the faction founded by Danya and Luo Jiutian.

But if he refused, he had already acted as Feng Yiyu's boyfriend that night—why couldn't he do it for one more day? Wouldn't that imply that she was inferior to Feng Yiyu?

When he got off work, he specifically bought a bottle of Moutai to give to Brother Lai as a parting gift.

Upon hearing this, Yu Fan shrank back, but he was already pressed against the car body and had nowhere left to go.

The only way to obtain cultivation resources was through the biannual discourse at the Sage Manor; the winners would be awarded the resources.

Beyond its strange exterior, the Dragon Corporation commercial building was exactly what its name suggested—it belonged to a company called the Dragon Corporation. Yet, for many Osaka residents, this Dragon Corporation was an entity they had never even heard of.