Volume 1 Chapter 21 Making Room for Others

"Count us in!" Mu Zi raised her hand. Mo Ye, understanding that they intended to protect Xiahou Fei, gave a nod. The others, all being Mo Ye’s subordinates, understood that military orders were absolute and raised no objections.

However, this all happened in an instant, and Xia Mo had no time to explain; soon enough, they would see the result for themselves.

Perhaps it was an aura that made one seem unapproachable; such things were quite normal. If an ordinary person acted this way, it would be called having a bad temper or a poor personality, but for someone with genuine talent, it was simply called having a "distinctive character."

"Things are not what they were, and all is lost. No, Yue'er, you cannot treat me like this. You know how much I love you. Yue'er, didn't we promise never to be parted? Didn't we?" Nangong Chenxun stared intently at Lan Ziyue, refusing to believe she would have a change of heart.

"What is happening to me?" Thinking of this, Akira Mado herself could not help but feel puzzled; she did not know what had come over her.

"No! We do this simultaneously: release them while you kill me! First, let my two brothers leave your encirclement!" Chen Fei commanded with ironclad resolve.

Suddenly, all the mages and archers unleashed their Ice Dragon Bursts and Multi-Shot volleys in unison. The chaotic rain of arrows, ice dragons, and fireballs struck the shields of the Jiangnan Xiyu infantry. The sounds of "clang, clang, clang" merged into a continuous roar, and over a hundred of the Xuehua Yao’s meat shields were transformed into white light, teleporting back to the city.

Lan Ziyue wanted to break free from Long Qianjue’s embrace, but as soon as she moved, she realized he was holding her very tightly.

Two ruthless powerhouses competing for control of a single body would surely clash violently. Since they could not help here and might even be in danger, it was better to leave and wait somewhere further away.

Furthermore, the MiG-21, the most widely used fighter jet in the Vietnamese Air Force, cost only ten million dollars. The price of a single Zubr-class hovercraft was enough to buy twelve such fighters. If the Navy needed to update its equipment, didn't the Air Force need it too?

When he saw He Chenyi’s limp, intoxicated body being carried out of the Song family residence, Aden knew that his worst fears might have come to pass.

Although the attack was aggressive and peerless in its power, the strikes were executed with effortless grace. With a light tap and a flick, the void shattered like a mirror, cracking into pieces.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" Rack’s tone was earnest, sounding as if he were ready to satisfy Qu Yaojie’s every boundless desire and fantasy.

After seeing countless such journals, Xinyi had completely given up on the energy required to be surprised. She had attended the Imperial Academy and received guidance from Wu Yu, allowing her to recognize the profound nature of these discourses.

"Tai Sui, the Emperor of Longevity, including Zhen Yuanzi and that old man who appeared later—what do you think of these three?" Di asked in a low voice.

Jiang Li looked straight at Xin Qi, enunciating every word clearly. A sharp glint brewed in the depths of his eyes, piercing the night sky like the flash of a sword, captivating the soul.

Faced with this suggestion, Xin Ye did not quite agree with Zhang Fei's idea. In his view, Lu Haoqiang, who rarely left the Aram military protected zone, would likely possess a very rigid sense of hierarchy.

Song Tianyou also knew that the Interstellar Administration might be recruiting agents like him only as a temporary stopgap. Perhaps one day in the future, the Administration would make a decision and strip him of his position.

The year she came of age, her father married her off to Feng Jiuqing, the third prince whom the Feng imperial family regarded the least.

Senier was expressionless and about to wipe out another fleet of warships when he suddenly felt a stir in his heart and held back. A moment later, he saw four, five, or six clones carrying fragments of Sang Ruo’s soul drifting out.

Until he had the ability to protect himself, Wang Qian would never reveal his dual god-level spirit root identity.

This was heart-wrenching for him, to the point where he felt as if he were wearing a green hat—a symbol of being cheated on.

Moments ago, they were worried that Lin Xuan would force himself upon them, but they never expected that in the blink of an eye, he would utter such piercing words.

The opposing side concentrated their fire, shooting crazily at Lin Xuan’s position. Lin Xuan hid behind the car, unhurried, and when the enemy turned to leave, he opened fire with his machine gun once more.

Shangguan Ruixin snorted coldly. Unhurriedly, he took a piece of chewing gum from his pocket, popped it into his mouth, rolled up his sleeves, and raised his fists to begin the beating.

But the person in the bunk below him was sound asleep, snoring heavily. When he turned his gaze to the bunk below Qin Chen, he saw that person wearing headphones, engrossed in his phone.

"Heh, want to frame me? You need to have some dirt on me first. Hundreds of billions in losses—are you eating trash? Stop talking nonsense; let’s settle this with a fight!" Meng Cunyue chuckled, ignoring Du Deyue’s rhetoric.

"This mountain is said to have been formed by the collision and compression of two worlds when our Orc world merged into this one."

Jun Yu’s mind tightened; this Xue Qingrong’s voice had a bewitching effect. In other words, the chill felt by the crowd was not just from the killing intent, but also because Xue Qingrong had infused charm magic into his words.

"Enough, it is your good fortune. You should be thanking the Empress Dowager for her generous reward." Lie Yan would have been better off staying silent; at these words, the Empress Dowager nearly fainted from rage.

Jinfeng was a Maori Golden Rooster; she had seen his ability to command sunlight, so she still held some belief in him.

"Xuanji, is Brother Yan awake?" Ever since Jing Yan was found, Ning Cong had been guarding the side chamber. He had just sensed a terrifying and awe-inspiring pressure and immediately thought of Jing Yan, just in time to interrupt the dazed captain of the guards.

"No, it’s just… it’s just very moving." Cang Jiuyao snuggled closer to Yue Junzheng, wrapping her arms around his waist and nestling into his embrace.

A cultivator's market was not much different from a mortal bazaar. There were stalls with clearly marked prices, loud hawkers, and those who would stop customers to pitch their goods—it was clamorous and bustling, full of the vibrant atmosphere of daily life.

She had thought that once Cang Jiuyao learned of this, even if she didn't grab her sword to execute those officials, she would at least be furious. Who would have guessed that she would only offer a light laugh, her expression revealing neither joy nor anger.