Chapter 126: The Attack
Vader crouched halfway down, using his sword to flip up a corner of the clothing on the corpse at his feet. Unlike the skeletons left behind by long-term decay, these bones were still covered in patches of clinging flesh, much like a large cut of meat fresh from a butcher’s block, with bits of fiber still left untrimmed. One could almost imagine the sickening, pungent stench of blood. Not a single living soul remained in this port; everyone had become food for those black insects.
Waving his hand, the Lord of the Human Race and the others departed, leaving only the Primal Ancestor and the True Ancestor in the grand hall. Xin Han knew that Mailun was looking out for him and nodded in kind appreciation; even though he didn't mind, he still valued the gesture. Uncle Da, who had once offered guidance to Li Sheng, as well as the venerable Li Ding and Zhu Xu, were all seen off one by one; no one was left behind.
The two strolled along the embankment. Their usual silk robes were impossible to wear in these conditions. Let alone them, even Zhang De, when surveying the construction site, wore only short sleeves, trousers, and leather boots, at most carrying a bamboo staff.
Yet, this is the charm of the NBA court: there is no absolute chasm between teams, and the side that performs better always has a chance to defeat the one that doesn't. Just as the last-place team has a chance to beat the first-place team, every team in the NBA possesses formidable strength.
She walked slowly to the bedside and looked down at Li Sheng, who was still in a deep sleep. She just watched him, watching him carefully and intently.
Breaking through the Soul of the Earth, the physical body transforms into an immortal vessel. As long as the core within remains intact, one possesses an inexhaustible supply of earth energy; even if the physical body is destroyed, it can be reshaped.
The three of them savored the soup, and as other staff members arrived one after another, Old Jia went out to welcome them in, while Li Sheng asked him to bring over the peanut soup to share with everyone.
Chu Xuan looked with disgust at the fat man before him, who appeared as if wrapped in layers of lard. Could a fellow who might not even stand three inches tall dare to speak to him like that?
Although he desperately wanted to do something delightful, he felt even more tenderly for Tang Lingwei. He kissed her forehead lightly and then lay quietly by her side.
In the Feng family courtyard, the refreshing fragrance of flowers and plants drifted through the air, and every blade of grass and tree bathed in the warm sun.
Once Khadgar and the court mages of Stormwind opened the portal, they rode their griffons back.
Although the story told by Shufen’s husband was captivating, I did not believe it at all. As soon as I detected a few loopholes, I immediately began to question him.
A sense of despair spread among us for a moment; it seemed only Suifeng remained full of fighting spirit.
A "toot-toot" sound rang out, and the two plates directly beneath the furnace suddenly opened, as a ball of flames erupted fiercely.
"I was careless and fell into your trap, Jiang Yi. I will remember you! The days are long, and I will surely repay today's suffering in the future!" Tu You spoke as if every word were etched in profound hatred. Without waiting for Jiang Yi to respond, he glanced at his younger brother and, ignoring the contemptuous gazes of the crowd, turned and vanished into the distance with a few leaps.
With a curl of his lip, just as the blood-red spider’s hand-blade was about to pierce Suifeng, Suifeng moved. Without any grand gestures, he simply reached out, raising the dagger in his hand high. Instead of parrying the attack, he thrust it straight toward the blood-red spider’s chest.
Shifting his gaze, Meng Han’s eyes fell upon Duan Tianlang, only to see Duan Tianlang’s mouth clamped shut. At this moment, even he himself was covered in countless stains, and Duan Wuya knew it was not yet the time to move against him; otherwise, he would never have been so polite. How could he dare to speak now and invite trouble upon himself?
The slap mark on Xue Luo’s face seemed to have faded, leaving only a faint trace that was barely visible. Yet, in Feng Xinglang’s eyes, it was still a stinging sight.