Chapter 149: Gunfighting
Outside the door, the wind and snow grew heavier.
Inside the room, the firelight flickered as well.
The girl in the gray dress held a spear in her right hand, her gaze cold and clear.
At the other end of the long spear, Doctor Guo wore a smile as he extended his right hand, steadily pinching the spearhead.
Although his feet were off the ground as if he were hoisted into the air, the tip of the blade remained a palm's length away from his chest and could not advance a single fraction of an inch.
Bai Xian was not in a hurry, maintaining her forward-thrusting posture. With the heavy spear weighing dozens of catties, plus over a hundred catties of—
Tao Renhua, the provincial party chief who had just presided over a major meeting in the province that very day, now appeared at the Capital Airport.
However, just as his voice fell, dozens more shouts erupted from Fang Yinglong’s faction: "Raging Flames Blazing," "Wind Sweeping the Clouds," "Golden Needle Storm"... It turned out that the spell cultivators in that camp had completed their preparations for large-scale incantations, hurling them one after another toward the opponents.
"No..." Youle denied it as a reflex, but she was frightened by Grandma You's expression. She saw the old woman's eye rims turn red, filled with tears, as her fingers clutched the school uniform jacket, staring at the bloodstains upon it.
Yet whenever she thought of Zhou Huan's current divine status, Meng Hongchen could only swallow her grievance, puff out her cheeks, and remain silent.
Yet, even for something you have never actually used, because you have heard about it over and over again through word-of-mouth and advertisements—
High up in the sky, a majestic momentum arose out of nowhere. The wind stirred at its command, the clouds raced in its wake, and there grew an ineffable sense of presence, a swelling aura of raw power.
Ahead, the road suddenly presented a giant pit two to three meters wide, its depth bottomless. If an inattentive traveler were not careful, they would very likely step straight into the abyss.
Once the shape was set, the surface was heated so that the mercury would completely evaporate, leaving only the gold clinging to the metal surface to form a bright, lustrous plating.
Even though Mitsuhashi and his two assistants had not heard the sound of the vehicle plunging off the cliff, Wen Gu still ordered a search of the surrounding area.
Moreover, the four-goal rout of Paris Saint-Germain in the Champions Cup had boosted the team's morale to the absolute limit; they were determined to take down Tottenham this round—this was no empty talk.
Zhang Shouqiang lowered his head and said nothing, merely emitting a sound like a spasm.
The proper duty of a student was, of course, to attend classes diligently. Furthermore, one must not be late—that was the rule of the game for being a student. Given his current status as a university student, he naturally had to abide by this rule.
"Honestly, living an unsettled life like you two makes no sense. You ought to find a home where you can settle down. Otherwise, drifting from place to place every day without a fixed anchor is detrimental to marital life," Department Head Zhang said to the two of them.
The "Ghost Spirit Fire" belonged to a high-tier application of the Netherworld Dark Fire, while the "Soul-Departing Yin Tribulation" was an exquisite technique of the Soul-Chriving, Spirit-Refining, and Mind-Uniting Great Dharma.
However, the three protagonists referred to in the gossip—Nether Flame Yama, Li Xun, and Lady Yama—all maintained an expressionless composure.
Furthermore, with Duan Tianxing frozen solid, Black Kill's control over these golden-haired monkeys was certainly not as precise as the werewolves'. He could merely issue a command to slaughter all non-base personnel, thereby depriving the attacking forces of any final chance of surrender to a certain extent.
This required almost no words. Wherever the Magma Destroyer passed, lava churned, and the demons lacked the strength and courage to charge directly into it.
"But why do I know nothing about it?" Hearing this, Baoyu understood a little bit in his heart, though he still did not know what kind of leverage Baochai had used over Yuanchun to make her issue such an imperial decree?
"Qing'er, Qing'er..." Lin Yu called out her name as he ran, but he never received a reply, and a sinister foreboding crept into his heart.
The big men froze for a fraction of a second, then unhesitatingly drew the swords at their waists and severed their own right arms. For a moment, shrieks of agony echoed endlessly.
Seeing Yang Xu leisurely strolling in from outside, He Erhu hurriedly stood up and cupped his hands in greeting. Yang Xu said nothing; with a slightly sinister smile hanging on his face, he looked him up and down. He Erhu was so terrified by the gaze that his knees suddenly went weak, and with a loud thud, he dropped to his knees.