Volume 1, Chapter 39: Lin Qiao Receives Official Commendation

Zhang Yi seemed to be Ying Xuan’s confidant, always able to guess what was on his mind and offering timely reminders.

"Shi Tian is not human; he is a zombie," Wang Hao said, gasping for air, his words shocking.

Instead of making her life better, he had caused her to be constantly hurt for his sake, all while he remained ignorant of her true self.

Suddenly, a kick came from behind without any warning, and Tang Hun’s figure followed closely in the footsteps of Sheng Qianli.

Seeing these words, Shi Tian nodded. It seemed that, like Xiao Chen, he only remembered his name from his subconscious and recalled nothing of the world before the apocalypse.

Since these zombies were now Shi Tian’s subordinates, if he killed Shi Tian, he could naturally claim them as his own, bringing him one step closer to his goal of building his own kingdom.

Strange as it was, although he did not harbor any special affection or obsession for her, he at least did not find her repulsive.

A touch of gravity appeared in the old sect leader’s eyes; he was not thinking of anything else, but rather of the Temple of Light.

However, two months ago, the zombies in the town were wiped out, and the place had become a medium-sized settlement housing nearly ten thousand survivors.

Where there are obstructions, there will be shadows. This is fundamentally difficult to eliminate, and impossible to fully eradicate. Even if it were possible, he clearly could not be so ruthless as to tear everything down completely.

Li Luo chose not to abandon the princess, remaining behind to painstakingly study witchcraft, waiting for the day he could defeat the Plague Demon.

In the blink of an eye, within mere seconds, a sky-shattering uproar broke the silence of heaven and earth. In an instant, the whole world was in a frenzy.

Zhang Wei paid no heed to her at all, but Assassin No. 11, upon hearing Yan’er’s cry for help, assumed Zhang Wei would intervene to save her once again.

Furthermore, a massive force suddenly surged from Lin Feiyang’s body into his blade, forcing it off course and causing it to strike violently downward.

"I am Liu Yifeng." Liu Yifeng did not know why the elders of the Xuanfeng Hall were looking for him, and their tone seemed as if they held a grudge against him.

The elders of the Thunder Hall and the Discipline Hall were on good terms with Elder Lan, but this time they did not answer Elder Lan’s words, choosing to ignore him as well.

"Hello," Wang Yu replied indifferently, completely ignoring the hands Song Xingzhi had extended to shake.

Building a new capital was a concept invented by Shen Zhezi. If he could leverage that stagnant capital to flow and clear the blocked channels, there was still much to be achieved in state affairs.

"Damn it, you’re still being arrogant? I am the boss here. If you’re smart, you’ll drive them away, or else you can all resign and get out," the Fourth Young Master said.

Yang Jian glared with his Supreme Dharma Eye, reducing an immortal, innate-level emperor to ashes; even if he recovered, his combat power would likely be severely diminished.

Since when did the Great Song Dynasty have such a monster? People hated him enough to want to drown him in a pig cage, yet they could not kill him. If you insisted on picking a fight with him, you would only end up suffering the consequences yourself.

"He calls me Auntie, so you all should call me Great-Aunt," Liu Ya said, crouching down to light an incense stick before turning back to look at them with a smile.

Liu Yan’er opened the door, her eyes red and swollen with residual tears, clearly having just been crying.

"You may not believe it, but time will prove everything," Sister Feng said with a faint smile.

"I am a sinner. Following me will likely destroy not only your future but your life as well." Waving his hand, Xiahou Sheng rejected Huang Ba.

Huo Donglai let out a miserable wail and fell heavily to his knees in the rain, his heart torn by the conflicting emotions within him.

As he spoke, Qin Muyang reached out a hand toward her. His fingers were slender and clearly defined, with thin calluses on his fingertips.

Having arranged for the other eight beauties, Xue Xue breathed a slight sigh of relief. But would this harem not become even more chaotic now?

I looked at her face, which was actually quite beautiful, though it carried a hint of frivolity. The arch of her brows and the corners of her lips seemed to be smiling, yet they were not. I knew it was a distance that appeared close but was actually quite far.

"Wuqing, you won’t blame the Empress Dowager for acting on her own and keeping Cao Xingyu by your side, will you? Actually, the girl isn't bad; she was just impatient when she first entered the palace. Once her punishment is over, I will send her out of the palace," the Empress Dowager said.

Now that he had obtained these nine Soul-Slaying Arrows, it was the perfect time to unleash the full power of the Taiyi Qianlong Bow.

Now that he himself had appeared on the most-watched program on CCTV, could this be considered a kind of irony? In any case, on Weibo, apart from surprise and pride, there was only mockery of Yang Lin. Some idle people dug up this post of Yang Lin’s, turning it into a status with over a million reposts.

"I will give instructions regarding this, but lately, there have been many counterfeit products of our company on the market, which has put us in a very passive position," Zhao Qingwan nodded and said.

Facing Lu Bingyan’s attack, Chen San sneered, his body moving as he suddenly struck with a palm. A surging black energy directly dispersed Lu Bingyan’s cold aura.

This mage tower had been vacant for tens of thousands of years. It was impossible for anyone to have such a long lifespan; even a peerless demigod-level expert could not live that long. Yet, that singing was truly reaching his ears—a crisp, childish voice, elegant and moving.

However, Agambruchi’s archery was as powerful as the magic of a second-tier mage, which showed that his strength was quite formidable, even if his aim was a bit off.

The eight thousand combat soldiers were divided into four independent banners, each with two thousand men. In addition, there was an independent scout formation of about two hundred light cavalry.

Wang Chun, who had been controlling his body with his spiritual sense, suddenly opened his eyes. With a turn of his body, he nimbly dodged the storm of combat techniques, and with a flick of his right hand, his Sun-Moon Copper Mirror, forged with the spirits of magical artifacts, was instantly unleashed.

The Fourteenth Pope was puzzled and was just about to speak again when suddenly those two old men began to breathe, their hearts beating slowly, the sound growing louder and louder—thump, thump, thump, like the booming of war drums.

The others were even more dumbfounded. There were such fools? Facing the Left King directly in the palace—how was this any different from courting death? Jiang Yulu, not far away, was also stunned. She was very anxious and intended to persuade Jiang Yuxuan, but she had no opportunity to speak.