Volume 1, Chapter 39: Dearest Friend

Jiang Rui decided to accompany Meng Jin to the elegant gathering. She longed to see her once-dearest friend, Xu Nanyin, once more. In her past life, after Jiang Rui had been forced into servitude, Xu Nanyin was the only person who had come to the Marquis of Anle’s estate to search for her.

Aside from two or three individuals in leadership positions who needed to go to the consulate, everyone else wanted to follow Bai Fengwu. Wherever she went, they would follow. Bai Fengwu made an excuse, claiming she was going to visit an old classmate who was working after studying abroad in Australia, and that it would be inconvenient to bring too many people, so she would just go with her cousin.

Li Qian had not been like this before; how could she be so indifferent to someone in distress? But then, on second thought, perhaps Li Qian only spoke that way because she feared for her own safety.

The boiling water and scalding oil that had once inflicted heavy casualties upon the dark creatures under Li Kezhou’s command proved utterly useless against the suicidal charge of the half-beasts. Whether a corpse was whole or scalded to the point of raw, torn flesh, the height it provided for their construction remained the same.

Feiyu was slightly startled by these words. She glanced around at the surrounding shipgirls, and seeing that no one was paying attention to her, she secretly closed her eyes to establish a mental link with the formidable HMS Dreadnought.

"You cannot..." the God of Darkness suddenly interjected, but the latter half of his sentence was silenced by a glare from the Demon King.

But he had not expected Tang Guo’s combat skills to be so remarkable! Otherwise, his cousin—who was, after all, a black belt in taekwondo—should not have been unable to even lay a finger on her.

Just then, the gale came to an abrupt halt. The previously noisy environment instantly fell into a dead silence, like the stillness before a storm.

Wang Dafu’s cultivation base was low, and the pressure from the magical fluctuations weighed heavily upon him; he had not walked two steps before sweat began to bead on his forehead.

The ghillie suit was originally named after a Scotsman called "Ghillie." Initially, this attire was used by hunters, but during the First World War, the Scots discovered that it effectively helped soldiers evade enemy sight, and it gradually came into use by the military.

Qin Haonan nodded and took a pet egg out of his backpack. To be honest, he had captured these pet eggs while venturing into special maps to practice his life skills. But today, seeing how popular pet eggs were in the American server, he thought it wouldn't be a bad idea to take the opportunity to make some profit.

After all, he was well aware of the value of the withered wood. If he were truly fortunate enough to obtain it, he could easily trade with Gu, and given how much importance Gu placed on that wood, reaching a deal would not be difficult.

Following this, he waved both hands, and a bolt of blood-red lightning poured down from the sky. The crowd then witnessed thousands of powerful cultivators being wiped out on the spot, with no chance to resist or escape.

What they did not expect was that at the very last critical moment, the Hall-Ascending cultivator chose to self-destruct. It was because of this explosion that a fissure was blown into the teleportation array, and Xing Shachen and Xiao Lin vanished just an instant before the others could fully teleport through.

Furthermore, this was the first time Xing Shachen had used this technique, and he lacked control over its power, which was why Ziyu and Shen Hanfeng were both caught in the blast and injured.

"Understood!" the soldiers behind him acknowledged the order, dispersing according to protocol. Of course, this dispersal was within a very short range; after all, the surroundings were too dark, and in a large-scale troop movement, no one dared to venture too far.

He and Ouyang Xiaoli moved easily across the branches of the canopy toward the east, spanning four or five large trees before they saw that the area beneath the tree where they had just stayed was ablaze with torches.

Asai did not hold much confidence in the first point. Given Shuichi Akai’s level of intelligence, it was only a matter of time before their identities were exposed through frequent contact. However, exposing their identities to Shuichi Akai versus exposing them to the FBI were two entirely different matters.