156 Facing Death to Find Life

Drenched in blood, they lay motionless on the ground.
"Hiss!" Bai Zongnan gasped in terror, retreating a few steps. "Wh-What is going on here?"
The Rakshasa Demon Monarch smiled faintly and explained, "Let me demonstrate to you what the most powerful creature in this forest truly is."
He casually grabbed a magic wolf, drew his Halberd of Heavenly Might, and mercilessly sliced open its throat.
Blood splattered everywhere, accompanied by deafening, miserable shrieks.
Bai Zongnan...
"Damn it, how disgusting!" Shadow glared at the yellow liquid on the ground and cursed bitterly under his breath. What he despised most were spineless cowards.
This story teaches us that numerous objective factors can influence the intrinsic value of things. An ordinary stone can command vastly different prices depending on where it is placed.
"Thank you, Your Highness~" That deliberately prolonged, teasing cadence, combined with his flamboyant attire, made it difficult for anyone not to let their imagination run wild.
On one hand, there was the feeling of being relied upon and needed. When someone depended on and needed him, he derived a sense of fulfillment.
With a sharp slap, the black dog struck the henchman hard across the face. "Damn it, are you implying my marksmanship is terrible?" The henchman lowered his head, not daring to utter a word. Missing a target from a mere three meters away could hardly be described as merely poor marksmanship.
One must bear in mind that during that brief span of a year, Zhang Huaming had dedicated almost all his efforts solely to refining his physical body, spending very little actual time comprehending the Five Great Origins.
Ming Chu’s profound eyes grew increasingly unfathomable, his gaze locked fixedly on her face, carrying a rather peculiar expression.
Reclining on a large redwood bed, Feng Tian'er propped her head up with one hand. Her face lacked refined makeup, drained of color, and she looked rather haggard.
"S-Class? Such formidable strength?" Ling Jingyu experienced a violent jolt in his heart. An A-Class expert was already a powerhouse traversing the world, and even B-Class experts were exceedingly rare—let alone S-Class experts, who could be considered the very pinnacle of existence.
Through the exploration of the ocean, the Red Queen discovered various special mineral deposits located twenty thousand meters beneath the sea. Due to the extreme pressures of the abyssal depths, these otherwise ordinary minerals—such as iron, gold, and copper—had undergone profound alterations, resulting in significantly higher densities.
Feier continued to shriek, yet her slender, beautiful legs lashed upward, kicking past her head. Her toes struck squarely against the mummified corpse's skull, delivering another exploding headshot.
Moding Tianxing smiled at her, his smile carrying an infinite, stabilizing power. Feier’s tense nerves instantly relaxed amidst that smile, and a sweet expression blossomed across her pretty face.
Kennedy had entirely grasped Truman’s intentions. This U.S. President, whose grip on power was slipping, did not intend to become America's Albert; rather, he aimed to be America's Hindenburg! He had already devised a way to steer the United States onto the path of fascism and militarism.
She was as pure and serene as water, calm as distant mountains. Her demeanor suggested she had already weathered countless worldly vicissitudes, yet the slightly upturned corners of her lips—while betraying a hint of annoyance and melancholy—also revealed her true youth.
"Stop chuckling. Criminal suspect, quickly state your name, age, and the crime you have committed." The officer interrogating Lin Dong was exceptionally exasperated. Everyone else’s interrogations proceeded smoothly; only his yielded zero progress.
Han Xuan had called him yesterday to inform him that he would be arriving in Shanghai today. Calculating the time, Ma Yun had set out from Qiantang early in the morning and rushed straight here, coming directly to the Peace Hotel to find him without even getting out of his car.
Mock my foot. Brother Dong is not here to sell smiles. Lin Dong instantly adopted a poker face, looking as cool as it gets.
"Daoist Gan and I met in a very interesting place," Sister Bai said, snacking on raisins and caviar while sipping white liquor.
Especially within the microscopic world nestled amidst that mass of hair, there were even glowing spheres resembling the sun, moon, and stars, revolving ceaselessly.
From that very day—from the moment his mother was buried—he had stubbornly lived on, striving to grow stronger, stronger, and ever stronger, solely to catch up to that man's footsteps and ultimately defeat him right before his mother's eyes.