Chapter 43: Fine, You've Got Guts

Right at this moment, Huang Wei, who had brought Chen Xiao along, turned around with a smile and asked Chen Xiao directly.

The Horned Ant clan lost more than half of their forces, suffering heavy casualties and a drastic drop in overall strength. The Heaven-Stealing Rat clan suffered injury upon injury, losing a supreme elder, while even their clan head, Dao Qingnan, was severely wounded and forced to retreat to the rear, leaving their status as a top-tier race hanging by a thread. Although the other clans were not in such an embarrassing state, they were still hit hard, with their vitality severely damaged.

As these thoughts stirred in his mind, Chen Xiao's sensory perception began to strengthen once again, penetrating toward the chaotic core of energy. Naturally, along with this penetration, Chen Xiao's spiritual consciousness also began to transmit a message.

An object appeared in Yan Yuncheng's hand, which he tossed toward the five figures rushing over. The five of them had no time to dodge and made intimate contact with it.

It was not until one o'clock in the morning that the sound of the door opening was heard. The moment the key unlocked the door, Zhang Li had already rushed forward in a single stride and pushed the door open.

Previously, although he had a hunch that he would be stronger than the Saint-tier transcendents, it was merely a hunch, and he still felt a bit nervous inside—what if a Saint-tier transcendent turned out to be stronger than him?

Leng Feng lived up to his name: cold, resilient, and with an edge like a blade. Now forced into a purely passive defense, the pride deep within his bones erupted explosively. The spiritual power inside his body surged like a tidal wave, and his long saber instantly transformed into a dazzling radiance, fiercely peerless.

Ma Guodong said with a solemn expression, "If you dare to let Yaqian down, not only will Zeng Guoqiang refuse to let you off, but I, this old man, will be the first one not to spare you."

Among the Snow Barbarian tribe in the Northern Territory, a legend had circulated since ancient times: all the clans of the Snow Barbarian race were able to drive away fierce beasts and overcome natural disasters only with the help of the gods, and later, tribal wars led to the fall of everyone.

Wu Liang sighed and was the first to board the inflatable rocket. Lololoe sat next to him, allowing the rocket's restraints to bind him to the bed, a look on his face as though past events were simply too unbearable to look back upon.

While on duty and patrolling with the border defense company, Chen Yuefei had once encountered enemy spies disguised as local herdsmen, attempting to cross the border line into their country. One of his comrades had been moved by the enemy's tearful pleas, lowered his guard, had his weapon snatched, and almost sacrificed his life.

Spitting out the word "scum," Xu Xiaoxiao turned and left immediately, afraid that if she stayed any longer, she would not be able to resist giving Liu Chaochun a severe beating.

Upon hearing this, Chen Hao was rendered speechless for a moment. No matter how dense he was, he could still catch the subtext in Adler's words.

Bai Yu felt helpless. What kind of logic was this? What kind of person leaves five days' worth of dirty laundry piled up at home without washing it? Even if others could do such a thing, she certainly couldn't.

Everyone sat around their chairs, listening to the ticking of the clock, every single beat sounding like a blow striking their own chests.

"Master Wuguo, what a coincidence that we meet again," the young man said to the monk with a smile.

Shen Ruofan raised his eyebrow slightly. From Dai Changchun's words, he sensed Dai Changchun's dissatisfaction with Lü Changkong. But didn't the intelligence reports say that Boss Dai and Lü Changkong had a very good relationship? Could the rumors be mistaken?

Because as she slowly drew her hand out from her pocket, there really was a floral handkerchief inside. Presumably, that was the handkerchief she used to store her money.

The others nodded in agreement. Aside from a few among them, almost all had been sent in by their own children, so they indeed wanted to take a look. Besides, even if they hadn't, since Shen Yunquan had brought it up, hardly anyone would argue against it.

Listening to her sister Jiang Yanyan's words from the side, Jiang Lei chuckled inwardly, thinking to himself: What kind of talk is this? Who on earth could possibly understand it?

This was because the environment on the moon was not yet suitable for human survival, especially since the shelters had not even been fully constructed yet.

Truth be told, this wasn't the first time she had come to the Shanghai television station. When she came previously without an appointment, she had still been able to get inside just fine. Of course, back then, the big star Xiaoyang was sitting in the car, and she was merely accompanying him to his appearance on the show.

However, hatred was hatred, but just as the incident of Zhang Deyi surrendering to the Maitreya Cult broke out, no one dared to sprinkle salt on the Emperor's wounds again. Chen Zhizhong eventually closed his mouth as well.

Reflected in Li Xianzhi's pupils was first an alluring cleavage, followed by those two perfect curves, whose fair, tender, and rounded fullness set the imagination running wild.

When Yan Pinyue fought side by side with Lone Wolf, he only felt that having a top-tier sniper by his side was truly wonderful. It was not until he faced an enemy sniper on the battlefield and was targeted by them that he truly understood the chilling meaning behind the sniper's moniker—"God of Death of the Infantry"—built upon the blood and deaths of countless soldiers.

Through today's brief contact and a single game of cards, Koro-sensei and Asano Gakuho successfully elevated their relationship to the level of close friends. He believed that Class E's life at Kunugigaoka Junior High School would be much easier in the future; with Asano Gakuho's targeting removed, there would basically be no more difficult situations.

Li Buxi was equally speechless. Fortunately, someone came to report and deliver a message along with an invitation card, allowing him to finally break free from this bundle of curiosity.

The violent blow made Jiang Junxi want to open his eyes, but he found himself utterly unable to do so. Listening to the familiar cursing and murmuring by his ear, his groggy consciousness finally snapped awake.

Putting aside Kazami Yuuka's personality, she was probably the most purposeless Yōkai in the entire Gensokyo, enjoying a life of sleeping, waking up, and admiring flowers. Aside from that, she did almost nothing else. It was entirely possible that she might drag him over just to watch the sunrise and appreciate the flowers.

What Ye Qinghan wanted was a powerful and economically thriving grand domain that would attract strong experts to come and spend, and the only way to mobilize resources was through this. Only then would the Wild Sect have resources to utilize.