Chapter 135: Run, Fellow Countryman! (Second Update)

Inside the cabin, upon hearing Company Commander Xiao’s words, Lu Ji stretched his limbs and remarked, "Now that’s what I’m talking about! Even a Daoist like me is fired up."

He was not the only one; everyone else felt the same. The atmosphere was instantly ignited.

The crowd began to buzz with discussion, and someone asked, "Company Commander Xiao, can we go too?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the room quieted down significantly. Everyone turned their gaze toward Company Commander Xiao at the front.

Perhaps because the long-awaited hope had finally taken a turn for the better, Man Zhuo sat stunned for a long while after hearing this, then suddenly threw her arms around her mother and wept even more bitterly.

"Has Gui Mingzi still not arrived with the reinforcements from the two battalions?" the long-haired man asked with a gloomy expression.

Those who are not of our kind will surely have different hearts. If the human race remains stagnant while exposed to the gaze of other powerful species, we will be eliminated by the universe. Now is the time for a great reform in the Immortal Realm, which will ensure that the human bloodline continues to flow infinitely throughout the cosmos.

Even if someone were to investigate thoroughly, Gong Miao'er would show no signs of wrongdoing, and the young master, Sun Erhai, and herself were all innocent.

"I know how to distinguish right from wrong when it comes to those who loyally protect their masters," Lady Qin said. Gu Jiaqi pressed Sanyue to thank Lady Qin for her magnanimity.

"Your Majesty the Empress, can you please not kill Sister Ning?" Gu Jiaqi, burdened with a heavy responsibility, pleaded with a "starry-eyed" killer technique.

"Hou Di, your target is me; it has nothing to do with these people. Let them go, and I will go back with you!" Ya Fei turned around and said coldly.

Mo Kui suddenly stroked the golden dragon beside him. The dragon immediately shone with a brilliant Buddhist light before vanishing from sight.

Ning Xia placed her hands back into the basin. This time, instead of cupping the water, she washed her hands. The pigment was stubborn, but now was not the time to worry about it. She dried her hands hastily and told the stone-cutter to begin.

Just as they were about to surround and mop up the six isolated "Yangfan-class" warships, who would have thought that the enemy, relying on the sturdiness of their hulls and their speed, would ram through the two ships blocking their path and sail away, leaving nothing but wreckage for Yuan Laoba and his men.

Jiang Yue had only just recovered from the shock of Pei Jiqing’s sudden act of insolence.

Su Yu was wearing a coat over a shirt—the kind of shirt one would wear with a suit.

The System remained as cold as ever, yet its eyes and tone betrayed a hint of anticipation. That look was so radiant that Su Yu couldn't bear to tell it the truth.

The gaunt man inside finally caught a glimpse of sunlight on the dim boat. His lips were chapped, and his heavy eyelids threatened to close at any moment.

Pei Jiqing opened his mouth to speak, but felt his mouth and throat were so parched that it took a great deal of effort just to squeeze out the word "thirsty."

This business deal was brought to them by the Embroidered Uniform Guard. I only wanted to figure out whose deal it was for the sake of my brothers' self-preservation. It is perfectly understandable—after all, the reputation of the Embroidered Uniform Guard is notorious.

"Master Li, please stand on no ceremony. Everyone, sit," Prince Jing said, not treating himself as an outsider at all.

When he called my name, I thought I was hallucinating, until I saw his hand move slightly at his side, and I knew he was truly calling for me.

Hearing Pei Jiqing’s acknowledgement, Jiang Yue hurriedly gave him a few instructions before rising and running toward the shop on the other side.

In a grand hall of the Zhushan Sect sat an old man with a full head of silver hair. At this moment, he was flying into a rage, looking like an angry lion.

The eerie slaughter continued. One after another, the strong fell to mysterious bullets, dying in bizarre ways. The nightmare continued to haunt these assassins.

As the palm collided with the warblade, the blade instantly melted into a puddle of molten iron. Deprived of its support, the Night Demon’s swordsmanship and abilities collapsed in an instant.