Chapter 108: A Day of Injury

A surge of spiritual pressure poured out from the Little Martial Uncle, intensifying so sharply that even Yu Zhen, who was temporarily wielding the power of the Deity Transformation stage through the artifact Glazed Sphere, felt an invisible oppression, as if a hand from the void had gripped his heart and lungs.

Yu Zhen clutched his fan tightly, two or three beads of sweat sliding from his forehead down his cheek to his chin, finally dripping onto the ground where they were swallowed by the thick dust, turning into a flattened, grey, velvet-like pearl.

"That’s more like it..." the assassin Xiao Yu, currently executing his mission, muttered under his breath.

With that, he swung his fan violently to clear the swirling sand and dust. Before the obscuring haze had even dissipated, he flung out several wind blades infused with hidden weapons. The metal elemental energy within the weapons merged perfectly with the wind energy of his jade fan, and in the blink of an eye—

"Honey, I have a meeting tonight, so I won't be able to make it for dinner," Ike said to Theron over the phone.

Had they been ordinary men untrained in light-body techniques, they would likely have fallen into the crimson depths below despite the wall of energy; but Nie Feng and the Divine General both possessed peerless agility, allowing them to remain suspended in mid-air using only the slightest leverage.

"We must have faith in Junior Brother Jian," Fang Zhuan said, though as he tried to comfort Zhou Qi, he couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

"I'm starving, I'll go get something to eat. You watch for a while," Lu Zongwang said apologetically.

With the two of them taking the lead, no one else wanted to get involved, and they all hurried to retreat.

Such achievements are not easily won. Frankly speaking, the company reached where it is today by risking half its life; it is only natural to receive some rewards.

A bizarre idea, isn't it? But that is just how things are at this moment. Few people think about what they themselves should achieve; instead, this mentality of "swapping" with foreigners seems to be subtly becoming the mainstream social ideology.

Khan Shibi nodded and said to the tribal leaders beside him, "Execute the second plan immediately. Whether we can take Yanmen depends on tonight." With that, he spurred his horse forward, leading the pursuit of the Sui army.

"Build a building?" Dongfang Ji was genuinely surprised. Just moments ago, he had anticipated several requests Lin Hongfei might make, but he never imagined that Lin Hongfei would actually ask the city for a plot of land to construct a building.

"You're annoying," Theron playfully tapped Ike on the shoulder and buried her head against him.

"What? This is your brother too? Just how many brothers do you have?" Chen Da rolled his eyes. What were these siblings causing a scene on the street for? Were they bored or what?

Throughout the morning, the creditors' men had called him countless times, and the abusive, threatening text messages were innumerable.

Ye Xiao wrapped one arm around Jin Yina's shoulder while gripping her hand tightly, trying to pull her in front of Jiang Wan to prove the credibility of his words.

He had expected Wang Hao to die today, and Mo Yu would not stop, but at the critical moment, the blade halted unexpectedly right before Wang Hao’s eyes. In that instant, Wang Hao had brushed shoulders with death.

And since these three girls were law-abiding citizens, it was likely they would just ask Xia Fan to come and pick them up.

How could Gu Ye not notice such a brazen stare? She glanced toward the Yan Kingdom envoy's direction and saw a young man she didn't recognize, his face a pale, sickly green, looking like a man who had only just recovered from a long illness. Those dead-fish eyes were actually staring at her—did he not want his eyeballs anymore?

Three explosive pieces of news from the New Life Base: First, the rival legions "Promise" and "Morning Night" finally ended their decade-long feud, shaking hands for the sake of humanity's future and hope, and electing Ling Chen of "Dawn" as the base leader.

"I've worried everyone..." she forced a smile. Her throat was dry, and speaking was a struggle.

"You clearly care deeply about this brotherhood, yet you pretend not to. Is your heart made of iron?" Cui Hao shouted at Han Qianyu.

As she walked, she cast occasional glances at Chen Chen. He was the very picture of a refined and handsome young man, like a bright moon held in one’s arms.

Throughout the process, Grandpa Jiang, fearing he would frighten Jiang Qing, endured the pain with a pale face, not uttering a sound, until he eventually fainted from the sheer agony.