Chapter 59: Who Says These Green Beans Are Tough?

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It had no idea what had happened to the once pathetically weak human race, or how they could now effortlessly restrain it and control the surrounding void with a mere gesture.

Zhang Bufan did not stand on ceremony with the porcupine; he raised his double-barreled shotgun and fired consecutive shots right at its head.

Through her thin shirt, she could distinctly feel the contours of his body—taut and radiating a burning heat that flushed her porcelain-white arms a delicate pink.

Venturing deeper and deeper past a few buildings, they directly followed the trail into a project team's office.

Silent and unfaltering, every step Fang Bai took caused the ground to tremble slightly. Any underground roots attempting to pierce upward were shattered of their strength the moment they neared the surface, forcibly crushed back into the earth.

Wu Rongjiang offered superficial, hypocritical praise to Long Wu on the surface, but with a dark expression, he called Bai Yisi aside and gave him a thorough tongue-lashing.

Watching a student from years past grow into a towering tree capable of sheltering him, his teacher, from the wind and rain, how could he not feel a profound sense of gratification?

The sixth floor was somewhat different, forming a shifting quicksand zone. The air here carried immense pressure; attempting to fly across would likely result in being crushed downward into the quicksand below by the gravitational force.

However, Xiao Yan merely cast a cold glance at her, his heavy ruler showing not the slightest intention of halting.

If Song Chengyi had turned into a heretic born of overwhelming hatred and fear due to a tragically miserable death, then perhaps the terror of others served as the source of his power.

The village head, utterly exhausted by his endless pestering, eventually dismissed him with two taels of silver just to be done with it.

In the future, she would have even fewer opportunities to go out and slay the enemy, so Lü Lingqi naturally intended to make the most of this hard-won, precious chance.

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Not long after, Xiao Renhai arrived at the ward, followed by a large group of people. Aside from Gao Yi and the youth from earlier, she recognized none of them, though judging by their attire, they appeared to be doctors.

Seeing Wuyou crying so hard that her face was flushed crimson, Li Mumu had no choice but to hand the child back to Wang Chuntao.

Another flash of translucent white energy swept across Wu Lei's fist, and the wound on his knuckle healed, becoming flawless in an instant.

Even the elite guards mounted on vigorous steeds were left far behind by the Red Hare. While dumbfounded, they desperately urged their mounts onward; after all, as Lü Lu's personal guards, they needed to remain close to protect him, especially now on a battlefield where swords and blades had no eyes.

"Perhaps from the moment humans began to lose their language, the heavens were already carrying out some kind of human cleansing plan," Su Yunxi offered, selecting a theory she had once encountered during a mission in a modern world.

"Song Chengyi, what are you doing? He was only trying to help with good intentions," Li Xunting persuaded from the side.

That tone of reluctance would be grating to anyone's ears. Intent on coaxing Hu Xuan, Yan Ze began spinning a web of sweet words and deceptive promises.

That ancestral vital blood would not diminish with each successive transmission, because after being used once in each generation, it would lie dormant within the bearer's body until they produced offspring, whereupon the blood would transfer from the original host to their descendant.

"Heh, our Yun family has always resided in Phantom Cloud City, though we also hold some properties here in Star Glory City," Yun Ruoxi said with a beaming smile.

"Tend to your own duties; other matters do not concern you," Doctor Gero said in an unkind tone.

Moreover, their ideology and concepts were destined to clash with Jia Min's views. Due to their scattered residences, supervising them was not only difficult but also entailed enormous costs.

"The demons descend!" Hatred filled the Dark Spirit King's eyes. As he uttered these four words, his aura abruptly shifted, transforming into that of a demon from the netherworld, reeking of death.

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Driven by some inexplicable impulse, Beiming Lei flew close to the divine sword, his right hand somehow gripping the hilt in a reverse grasp before he lifted it lightly.

Madam Yang spoke thus because she had only heard Madam Zhu's words without knowing the context, assuming Madam Zhu had encountered some unreasonable and tyrannical bully. How could she have known that Madam Zhu had completely missed the crucial point?

No one is unafraid of death, least of all an emperor! Especially now, when the imperial physicians had yet to formulate an antidote and could only concoct medicine to suppress the spread of the poison! For a fleeting moment, the Emperor panicked and felt fear—what would happen if he truly was poisoned?

The warriors of the Shituo Tribe prepared to loose their arrows once more, only to find that many of their stiff bows had gone slack. Having neglected military arms for centuries, most of their weaponry had deteriorated; after a single volley, a multitude of rigid bows were rendered completely useless.

Without a word, Beiming Lei hoisted Vegeta's arm, brought him aboard the spacecraft, and located the rejuvenation chamber to let Vegeta recuperate in peace.

What Jueling spoke was the absolute truth; he had never considered his status to be a problem. Regardless of whether he was a prince today, his feelings for Jin'er remained entirely unchanged.

Qiao Sang could not describe the turbulence in her heart; she only knew she wanted a bite of that unfinished matcha ice cream to soothe the burning heat within her.

In Cheng Dan's mind, Eleven had already been elevated to the status of a demon. Ever since meeting Eleven, not only had he beaten him unconscious, but upon waking, he had threatened and intimidated him, and finally played him for a fool.

The explanation provided by Shang Yu was also entirely reasonable. In the Spirit Imperial Examination, the most crucial test was indeed the spiritual power assessment; securing a good score there guaranteed that one's overall grade would not be too poor.

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