Chapter 88: What Is a Divine Technique? (Four Thousand Words)-The System Arrived Two Years Early, and I Became a God!(Writing a book is truly difficult.)

Two explosive charges were hurled straight out, arcing through the air in two graceful curves before landing with perfect accuracy amid the swarm.

Boom!

A thunderous detonation shook the cavern. Two enormous pillars of fire surged up at once, blasting out a sizable crater and halting the insect tide’s advance. Countless bugs perished in the blaze.

Meanwhile, the garden faced the rear entrance of the Shangri-La Grand Hotel, though a spiral staircase also led directly to the second floor. A red carpet had been laid across those steps as well, and Xu Rui, accompanied by a foreign woman, was descending them.

Long San laughed softly. "There is no need to bother with such formalities if they can be avoided." His gaze settled on Han Xiao with a smile.

Luo Hongxiang gave a slight nod, then looked at Chen Li with a smile before turning and charging into the body-refining tower. His condition was already terribly poor; training his body was merely a way to hold the dark force at bay. If he did not temper his physique, he would not even have the chance to suppress it.

"So this is the brink of demonic possession..." The discovery startled Luo Hongxiang. Once he fell completely into that state, he would lose himself and become nothing more than a being driven only by slaughter.

With curiosity, Wang Feng stepped into the café. The decor was lavish and splendid, with a faint European flair. In such surroundings, sipping coffee felt perfectly fitting.

Dong Meng, now seeing the soldiers, was in high spirits. After laughing heartily, he casually found a bluestone slab beneath a tree. Seeing that there was plenty of room, he took off his armor, flopped down, and began a deep sleep.

The instructor looked at Wang Feng with obvious approval and said, "Not bad. Your analysis is very sound. But do you still remember the painting hanging on the wall the first time I took you to the division commander’s office?" he asked in return.

Above Long Family Village, romantic snowflakes drifted down. The snowfall was beautiful beyond words, free and untroubled, heedless of sorrow, answering the wind’s summons as they displayed their most exquisite dance across the boundless sky.

The outer wall of the building had been carved to resemble solid rock. Though her spiritual sense told her the entire structure was made of wood, a glance alone made the imitation seem utterly real, as though one were looking upon a stone fortress.

"Master, why is this tear pendant so unusual? I’ve never seen anything like it before." Black Chrome said excitedly as he accepted the pendant and gazed at Chang Shengtian.

After Ye Fei and Tan Tai Zijin got out of the car, A Sen came forward to greet them. What surprised Ye Fei was that A Sen, who had always been so wooden and dull, actually broke into a grin at him, his teeth dazzlingly white.

Most authors would simply abandon this one and start anew. After all, making money was what truly mattered.

Ye Chen was Ye Long’s only son. If anything happened to him, the whole world would be thrown into chaos.

Lord Lao personally nurtured Zhenwu the Great. Under his step-by-step guidance, Zhenwu abandoned everything and attained consummate mastery of the martial way.

When Lin Yi turned back, he realized his mother was behaving oddly. Her eyes were red, and she was looking at him with a face full of grievance.

Li Yunhe’s feelings became incomparably complicated in an instant. Looking at the young sovereign, whose eyes were vacant even as he wore a smile, he could not bear to strike and did not even draw his Azure Edge Sword.

Cloud Hua and Cold Moon were unwilling to be outdone. Though they had only two hands, one wielded the Mist Ribbon while the other held a strange magical treasure shaped like lightning and flashing with golden light—the Lightning Shuttle, magical treasure of Cold Moon’s Lonely Snow.

Long Aotian returned to the Shu army camp in an unhappy mood, only to find three people he had not expected: Ye Xingzhou of the Linjiang Wine Immortal Sect, Chang Ge Qizhao of the Pure Yang School, and Dao Yunqing of the Fire Cloud Dawn Sect.

He Pingci sat atop the neck of a Titan python, gripping its neck—thicker than his waist—only to be hurled to the ground by the python’s savage strength.