Chapter 120: Predicament

"The Murong family must not be underestimated. Mobilize the elite of the Ye family, about ten thousand men, and ensure they are all martial artists of at least mid-to-high level!"

On the plane, Jiang Chen looked toward Ye Changqing and whispered his instructions: "Order them to depart from the two provinces separately and station themselves in the deep mountains near the Imperial Capital."

As he spoke, Jiang Chen turned his gaze to Chu Qingcheng and continued...

At first, I thought He Ruozhi was merely the leader of a mining planet, 'skilled' in the art of underground excavation.

The fist imprint was as clear as reality, carrying a terrifying power that made one’s heart tremble. Had it exploded directly, it would have been enough to level everything within a ten-mile radius. Now that it was concentrated in a single spot, the intensity of the energy detonation within that unit of area was unimaginable.

"Reporting to Your Highness, the Crown Princess is simply suffering from internal stagnation; a few courses of nourishing medicine should suffice. However, maladies of the heart require psychological remedies. I wonder what might be troubling the Crown Princess?" asked Imperial Physician Dai with concern, though he had already committed a grave taboo.

Mo Feng said calmly: "We must accurately calculate your strength so that we can take this factor into account in future operations and formulate more thorough plans."

A gruff voice cut in. Qiao An turned to see a bearded, burly man walking in, wearing a deep black training suit. He was chewing on a fried dough stick while holding a newspaper in his hand.

The golden radiance gradually faded, leaving behind only the riddled, scarred arena and Tang Hao, who lay upon it! Could it be that even after mobilizing the energy within the Qilin Heaven-Shattering Sword, Tang Hao still could not withstand an attack from Chu Xun at seventy percent of his power?

The Fallen Heaven Demon Lord acted immediately. Strips of flesh and blood essence, along with the remains of the Taiyi Heavenly Demon divine beast, were transformed into majestic vital energy and transported out of the Dark God's Ark. Subsequently, the light of the Great Heavenly Sacrifice Art manifested as two vast voids floating in the ether, sacrificing to the heavens to obtain infinite power.

Watching the enemy battleships draw ever closer, Yang Fan still had not issued the order to attack, leaving Xu Bin anxious beyond measure. He did not understand the meaning of the flags the enemy was waving, but it seemed that both Cang Hai and Yang Fan were hesitant to make a decision precisely because of them.

Aldrich did not hesitate in the slightest; he picked up two golden apples from the ground and walked toward Tang Hao, who lay trembling on the floor.

Not only that, but they also left comments in the section, urging Bai Tianfan to quickly release some black technology. They were not picky—blueprints for particle cannons or Gundams would do—and they wanted as many as possible. Their wallets had long been famished and impatient.

Suddenly, Su Yingmei’s life was completely upended by the abrupt appearance of Lv Haotian.

Su Wuyang was shocked. Zhou Ji was one of his people too! Fortunately, she was highly guarded and had not easily trusted him.

"Damn it, they got away again!" Back at the Myanmar base, after hearing the report, the person in charge slammed his fist onto the table.

Yu Yang’s fingers would occasionally stop. Whenever this happened, his brows would furrow, only to relax a few seconds later as his ten fingers flashed, leaving trails of afterimages.

Walking downstairs, he immediately began to check the fire escapes installed behind the apartment buildings while using his X-ray vision to peer inside, checking for anyone present.

After Old Man Tang finished speaking, the other American pilots also turned their gaze toward Zhang Zheng. It was clear that they had to be extremely cautious regarding certain suggestions Zhang Zheng had put forward.

I helped Sun Jie open her Yin-Yang eyes so that she could see everything before her: a man was swaggering toward Qin Qin’s villa, ignoring the walls and doors, passing straight through them. This man was none other than the one who had made the final entrance at Qin Qin’s birthday banquet.

If Prince Gong were to usurp the throne, the Qing Dynasty would likely suffer from endless warfare from that day on, and the number of lives lost would be far more than just one or two.