Volume 1, Chapter 37: Two Secretaries, Four Bodyguards
"Destroyed, my foot! You freak, your Dao-origin has reached the same strength as your demon-origin. You didn't destroy your Dao-origin, you nearly destroyed yourself and me along with it!" Mentioning this incident made Xiong Kun's temper flare, his voice rising by three notches.
Liang Qichao thought this was an excellent plan. The mentor and apprentice conspired in private, completely casting President Li aside. Li Yuanhong felt utterly stifled; the Beiyang clique didn't take him seriously, and even his own people didn't treat him with respect. Being president was a flashy title, but it was truly meaningless.
The Nanjing side would not wait like this forever. Yang Hongsen sent a final telegram to Feng Yuxiang, hoping he would conform to the development of the era and the needs of national unification. The central propaganda machine was running at full capacity.
"What reward do you want!" Crassus, not waiting for Carabius to finish his oath, asked impatiently.
Japanese economic experts believed that for Japan to shake off the effects of the post-war recession and continue high-speed development, it had to rely on China's vast market to absorb Japan's industrial products. To further open the Chinese market, Japan needed to establish more solid relations with China.
"This is too difficult." Wang Quanhai frowned. According to Wang Kun's description, this educational model was undoubtedly unorthodox.
"State your reasons." Bisso thought the charade had gone on long enough, but for the sake of procedure—and more importantly, to provide an explanation to the public gallery and the people waiting outside—he began his inquiry.
The bodyguards stared at the unfamiliar old man in astonishment; he was completely different from the one they had seen before. Everyone present, except for Valikama, was a top-tier expert, and they were very sensitive to a person's aura.
"Hah! I never expected someone to challenge me like this. In that case, go to hell!" With that, Ryan sprang from his feet and appeared instantly before Nobunaga, his right hand shaped into a blade, piercing toward Nobunaga's heart.
"Unless the King's tent falls, we cannot claim to have defeated them." — Saladin at the Battle of Hattin.
"So, you think I'm a professional!?" Su Hao narrowed his eyes and said with a smile. Su Hai, who was working not far away, secretly thought, "Oh, no."
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He himself was a dignified, high-status supernaturalist and occultist of Siam, yet he was used as a human shield by the middle-aged man behind him. How outrageous! Did the man think he was easy-going?
"But I already promised him we wouldn't marry." Ming Ruochu bit her lip, glancing from time to time at Lin Huang, who was practicing his swordsmanship.
"If you want to live, move aside. My master only wants the person inside the carriage." Someone stepped forward to relay the message for Yun Ji.
"Brother Lin, for the sake of safety, I'd like to send someone to escort you back to the Shenyu Sect later. What do you think?" Chen You asked.
Luo Yuan flew back nearly five or six meters, spinning in the air a few times before twisting his waist to land steadily on the ground.
Yang Rui sneered, sheathed his sharp sword, and carrying the head wrapped in black cloth, he dashed straight toward Luoshen Mountain.
Therefore, the Yasukuni Shrine was basically empty during normal times! Moreover, the surrounding area was filled with schools, sports centers, and similar buildings, with very few residential houses.
At this moment, the Dragon Saber flew out from between Lin Huang's brows, hovering above his head to absorb the black lightning.
Nan Youlin had always believed that Luo Yuan won by using some underhanded trick, so he had been secretly on guard the whole time.
Fine. An UFO could also dive underwater... That was bad enough, but they never expected to find something even more bizarre on the seabed.
Zhang Pei looked at the persistent Wang Peng, wiped the sweat from his face with his hand, and pulled out his phone to make a call. Wang Peng leaned back against the car seat with a smile, watching him indifferently.
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"Please, let me go, let me go. I can do anything. I can be a slave, anything, just don't do this to me," she crouched down, clutching herself tightly.
The place no longer looked as murky as before; paths to the outside had been cleared everywhere, allowing light and air to circulate naturally. This made the cave much brighter. Several new caves had been carved out in other areas to store the Wuyue sword manuals that had been organized.
Chairman Durandal’s eyes held a calm approval as he watched Athrun walk toward him with firm steps. In the end, a person can only do what they are good at. And all Athrun could do was pick up a gun.
Tokyo in winter is always like this, with snow swirling in the air, leaving people with special memories and expectations of the season.
Chen Xiang's internal injuries appeared severe; he kept coughing up blood, showing he had been hit very hard.
"Could this be a ruse to lure the tiger away from the mountain? Was it planned long ago to draw away Shangfu and then deal with me?" A great sense of unease rose in Zhao Ji's heart. But the situation was urgent, and he had no time to think. Escorted by his guards, Zhao Ji, Liang Shicheng, and the others retreated from Yanfu Palace deep into the imperial grounds.
Without taking a breath, he ordered a dozen dishes and was still going. The shopkeeper couldn't help but twitch with sympathy for Wei Chen's wallet. Wei Chen also wanted to remain calm, but the thought of Xuanyuan Che waiting behind him made it impossible.
I turned and walked away in a rage, hearing a voice chase after me: "Where are you going?" I didn't respond, walked to a nearby tree, leaned my back against the trunk, squinted, and fixed my gaze into the darkness, trying to calm the sudden, suffocating anger.
However, no one paid any attention to Li Meng's posturing. Everyone’s focus was on the Blade Demon, who was now famished, constantly licking his cracked lips with a stone, his eyes filled with greed.