Chapter 60: Grudges and the Start of the Military-Civilian Grand Competition?

The army-green off-road jeep sped away, leaving only Zhao Hualin and his grandson standing there, stunned and unable to recover for a long while.

“Hmph! What’s there to brag about, you little bastard? It’s just an old, broken car,” Zhao Xiulian fumed angrily, cursing nonstop.

“Come on, good grandson, let’s go. We won’t wait any longer.”

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Now that Wen Chuan had been slightly dealt with, after recalling Chu Man’s recent condition, Steward Wan’s heart skipped a beat.

An ordinary farmer’s annual income in the Wanzhou Kingdom was about four to five taels. After a year of famine, managing to hold onto two or three taels was already remarkable.

Above Chen Xuan’s head hovered the Sage’s Formation, still radiating a holy light, suppressing the evil dark power within him.

For him, although he did not yet know how to use these fruits, simply judging by their taste, these were rare spiritual fruits not easily found in ordinary harvesting. Their spiritual potency must be considerable.

Bloodstains, now dried, still marked his head; the wound bled steadily, and his shoulder was a patch of red.

Su Yuntian did not know what he could do for Wen Xue, but as long as she asked, he would spare no effort.

They boarded the village ox cart, which carried a few people. The lively gossip fell silent as soon as Su Jingjing and her group arrived.

Chen Xuan had nearly absorbed all the various law powers, leaving only the three great laws of Time, Space, and Chaos for last.

Wenren Yatian was originally a thousand-year-old ancient being who likely wished to live another thousand years; thus, he reincarnated and resumed cultivation as the Prince of Xiang.

In the elevator, Teng Han wanted to tell the husky to tone it down and stop startling him, but suddenly noticed the husky was gone. Cold sweat broke out on his back, uncertain what trouble the dog had stirred up inside the building.

Chen Lin gripped her assault rifle tightly, fear enveloping her entire being. Acting purely on instinct, she stayed in shooting stance, curled up at the innermost corner of the lower bunk like a frightened cat, every hair on her body standing on end, the trembling muzzle aimed down the corridor.

“Yes, we advanced about five or six li and lay in ambush for roughly half an hour, but indeed no demon beasts were sighted.”

The demon prince’s gaze darkened; with a single palm strike, three heavenly treasures, mistaken by the demon spirits as weapons, abruptly turned to attack the demon spirits.

Fang Xu nodded silently. Even without the pursuit of those monstrous beams, ordinary people would find it difficult to traverse the narrow blue light strip some ten li long.

Kissing and caressing might be acceptable, but if Huang He ever dared to pull down his trousers in a place like this, Li Jiexin would not hesitate to scoop up boiling water and douse him head-on.

If her water grinding technique was perfected, this outstanding specimen among the Super Galactic Beasts would surely become the key to refining her Thunder Crystal.

The Divine Legacy belonged to a deity of the surface races, though not one who had fallen here in the Storm Eye, but far away deep within the endless battlefield.

Once again, a sharp tree branch pierced his dantian. This Heavenly Master at the Transformation God realm couldn’t even save his divine infant from escape.

His fiery red mane of hair, wild like a lion’s, hung loosely. His slightly flushed skin radiated a strong masculine vigor.

At this moment, Zhao Yan could not avoid Bok’s gaze. From it, he felt an overwhelming pressure, a sensation bordering on collapse.

However, after a year of martial law and several thorough sweeps by the stationed troops nearby, the remaining Wa and Ezo peoples numbered only about two hundred thousand, greatly reducing the threat to the local Han population.