Volume One, Chapter 51: The Leader of the Children (Finale)

Thus, the determined author unleashed the Great Subscription Technique, hoping to make their first-day subscription numbers appear less dismal. Blood spurted from his mouth as he nearly fainted; members of the Meteor Sect rushed to his side, supporting him before he collapsed.

Beside him sat Kong Xianghua, Xu Can, and Xu Jie, all three wearing expressions of deep admiration. The mighty forces entangled, tearing fissures into the earth and causing the underground cavern to tremble. Wrapped in the golden light of Buddhist power, Ji Fan did not look back. As cracks spread across the Buddha statues carved into the stone walls, he walked steadily along the path.

Mu Fan narrowed his eyes. The accuracy was too low to trust, yet it might not be false—perhaps news was deliberately blocked, making it impossible to discern the truth.

“It’s too heavy,” Zang Tu said. “With my control over the chains, it’s nearly impossible to pull it up again.” He made no further attempt.

Yue Xi pondered earnestly, wondering whether, after releasing the Demon Lord, her divine body would be able to prevail.

Lin Yuanhong nodded and sat down. Xiao Qian gently placed his hand on Lin Yuanhong’s back, and a surge of primordial energy instantly flowed into Lin Yuanhong’s body.

Now it felt as if his body was being manipulated by another soul; his actions were wholly beyond his control as he stepped slowly forward.

Chu Yun recounted everything—how he had found the soil, traced the recording, and of course, the test results from Hanjiang University.

“The more she keeps silent, the more Han Shuhua will resent. And I’ve given Han Shuhua only half an hour. In these circumstances, conflict between them is inevitable.”

“No need to explain, I know you mean well.” Fang Yuzhu had her own standards: “You’re willing to share such private matters with me; you must sincerely trust me.” If Fang Yuzhu were untrustworthy and spread the story, the He family’s reputation would be ruined, unable to recover or find footing in Yanzhou City.

Since the flood dragon belonged to her, everything of the flood dragon’s was naturally hers as well, Luo An thought with perfect ease.

Old Mo maintained his pose, one hand covering his face. Though no one could see his expression, the heavy sound of his breathing and the occasional fall of tears was clearly audible in the hall.

Thus, Tao Tao took her to the upscale restaurant on the third floor of Saigao District, choosing a pizza place.

“Excellent idea!” Ye Chiwan agreed, striding over to the table and returning the dragon fruit to the fruit tray.

“Then… Master Yu, would you care to join us?” Jun Wanzhao paused, turning her head to glance at Yu Jinghuan beside her.

Hua Shang felt dizzy; one Azure Dragon Realm was vast enough—how immense must the Three Thousand Great Worlds be?

In endless light and clarity, she closed her eyes and joined him in a long, pure tranquility and silence.

Commentator Milk Bottle watched the screen as Kindred headed directly toward the mid-lane, where a great wave of minions had been amassed.

“What!” Hei exclaimed in shock, unable to evade. His right hand met the sword’s glow and was severed instantly.

Upon the city wall, Ziyan led the entire Underworld Musketeer Squad in a full-scale assault against the invading enemy.

Their joy was short-lived; they hadn’t expected such stubbornness—despite grave injuries, their adversary’s greed for conquest remained undiminished.

The medicinal ingredients needed to treat her mysterious ailments had not been found anywhere in the world. Li Tian had invested much time searching and researching, only to discover that neither Chinese nor Western medicine had ever studied such a drug.

When Li Tian picked up the first one, he felt so embarrassed he could hardly bend over.

One thousand five hundred sailors, two hundred per ship, with a separate three hundred forming the Marine Corps for amphibious assaults. Of course, all the navy could fight on land.

But Qin Fei was unconcerned; he had already made up his mind. Not only did he refrain from recruiting more troops, he handed most of his ragtag army over to Pang Tong, ordering him to lead an expedition against Yan Baihu and slay the old dog Liu Yao.

The two men stopped where they were. Yang Zhi discreetly rubbed his sore arms, exhausted. Chao Gai was no better off—Yang Zhi’s swordplay was truly uncanny.

Zhao Yun, pondering whether to join Gongsun Zan, fell silent; Li Mu, considering whether to keep Zhao Yun, was equally lost in thought, leaving the group in quiet contemplation.

Under Li Ming’s guidance, the two sneaked into the Trial Peak. This peak was designated for new students’ trials due to its steepness, danger, and well-ordered structure, encompassing all manner of landscapes and challenges.

Yet the Emperor’s Law anticipated the attack; with a flick of his wrist, the security guard’s sniper rifle was struck from his hand by a bullet and fell to the ground.

That evening, Hua Lanting finally found time to meet Feng Qingjuan at the Threefold Four-Caves Waterfall, beneath the moon and willows at dusk.

Tang Yun didn’t mind; without a word, she closed her eyes, leaned toward the car window, and drifted into a comfortable sleep.

Min Xiao, a nineteen-year-old from the northeast, embarked on this path after his mother was murdered. During his time guarding the tomb, a mysterious figure appeared and took him away.

On the third day, Rongsheng opened for business. To my surprise, Scar Kwok’s men were inside, and the guards at Rongsheng’s door treated them with great deference.

When the time came, Qin Hao could easily switch opponents with himself as soon as he knew who his adversary was.

Yiruixing was a land blessed by the gods: the weather was always fine and the sky always blue. The northern sun was forever warm; the southern snow, ever pure and white. Since the arrival of Saint Son Shen Zheng, the blue had grown deeper and the white more pristine.

“I think if all this news is true, that uncle must be very idle,” I said honestly.

The 6.5mm bullet did have strong penetration, but overall it was still rather light. The farther it flew, the more its trajectory was affected by the weather. Old Guo had told Li Ziyuan more than once that the Type 38’s long barrel and long sightline made it a fine rifle, but its ammunition left something to be desired.