Volume One, Chapter 97: The Whistle and Little Black

“I already learned to drive with Uncle Yang a long time ago; I’m just not very practiced yet!” Zhang Weidong said with a smile.

Each of them was a person of considerable standing. Now, teased thoroughly by Ling Tian, even clay figures seemed to have taken on a touch of earthly nature.

Chen Rong merely smiled. She struggled to rise from his embrace, running her fingers through her disheveled hair and smoothing out her dress.

Leading the wedding procession was Yan Yi, dressed in the groom’s attire. She glanced back toward the location of the bridal sedan chair.

What kind of snot bomb is this... could it truly have the terrifying shock effect on the enemy that the city lord claimed?

Jiang Chengce glanced sideways at the opposing formation and saw that most of the thugs were strong and robust, some wielding clubs. Yet he merely smirked disdainfully.

Paper Doll, Second Young Master Ding, frowned and said coldly, “That old fellow is just a sly old fox, hiding his true strength. He’s definitely waiting for us to make a move first.”

As for Li Cunxiao, the phrase “cursing the heavens for no handle, cursing the earth for no ring” aptly described him. He was even fiercer and invincible, a living embodiment of another Li Yuanba. Yet his mind was sharp; he was a great general, not a reckless brute.

Come to think of it, it had indeed been a few days since he last relaxed at the Guihua Courtyard. Not because of Fugang; he had always been brazen and fearless—what was there to fear?

After packing away the already assembled tent into his storage ring, Nangong Ran turned his head, his gaze now devoid of any trace of amusement.

It turned out that Xinghe’s mother was an elder in charge of the Immortal Knight Sect’s missions. Recently, Xinghe had been helping her, which coincidentally brought him into contact with Xing Min and others as they went to the Administration Hall to receive their tasks. The person handling the procedures was none other than him.

“I know him, I know him!” Li Zhuang quickly nodded in response. In the current situation, Li Zhuang had no thought of deceiving Ye Long.

The grayish-white greatsword suddenly dissipated in the wind. With Yin Xiu’s internal strength withdrawn, the sword lost its support and instantly vanished into thin air. At the same time, another identical greatsword materialized from his hand.

Ye Long shook his head, utterly baffled. With Li An’s strength, how could he possibly have fallen into the hands of Old Tiger Yang?

“Don’t give me that. If I don’t threaten you with your weak spot, how else could I possibly deal with you?” Runtu replied.

The Great Fate Palm descended upon Wuwang, invoking the laws of creation to seal off all directions, leaving him with no escape.

Li Fang looked at Mo Chen with a grave expression and nodded firmly. His lips moved, but no words were spoken.

They lived scattered across Districts 3 and 11—in landfills, abandoned factories, sewers—these were their playgrounds. Every day they faced the harsh law of the jungle, struggling to survive with grit and tenacity.

Hua Murong struck again, using spider silk as ropes to bind five beak-mouthed dragons tightly, lifting them together by a single thread.

The Sovereign of Creation smiled. The greater Qin Yang’s calamities, the better. They were eager for Qin Yang to perish under these great disasters.

Seeing this, the bandits cheered wildly, whistling at Luo Dan and shouting phrases like “Mighty Tiger’s power!”

They feared that if Liu Heng was misunderstood any further, it would cast a psychological shadow in their hearts—that would be disastrous.

“Rise,” Liu Heng said with an expression as calm as still water, his tone like eternal ice.

He put down his phone and walked to the window, gazing at the slowly setting sun. His eyes seemed to witness the nation, under the guidance of the elder on the other end of the call, becoming ever more prosperous and flourishing.