Chapter 107: The Demonic Calamity Army

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Captain Wu’s expression was quite spectacular when he heard Lin Qingyun claim he was afraid of death.
Afraid of death?
This man was arguably the first to spread word of the Heavenly Demon Sect’s blood sacrifice. Under the dire circumstances at Settlement No. 5, not only did his shout turn the tide and prevent the settlement’s destruction, but his subsequent actions bore no resemblance to someone fearing for his life.
In particular, how did he survive under that heavenly tribulation? How, after ascending from the common Qin-Heart Realm to the Tengyun Realm, did he immediately command such immense power?
Brother Han Lekang’s wedding was the day after tomorrow, but the family was already slaughtering pigs and sheep in preparation.
Shangguan Yunyi knew that Gong Yi was acting this way entirely because Nangong Yumo had called them her friends, and they always treated her friends with respect.
“Such destructive power; this strength is truly bizarre. This Five-Pole Temple must be hiding some unspeakable secret,” Jue Ling mused to himself.
With a wave of his hand, a beast-drawn carriage appeared beside Ling Yihan. This was his preferred mode of transport on the Continent of Nine Provinces, a vehicle even Nangong Yumo had yet to see.
“What are you laughing at?” Yu Yixuan’s face was so dark it could drip ink. Was he really that funny? Seeing her laughing until she was out of breath only made his expression blacker.
Upon hearing the words "profiteering from national disaster," Ming Gao could not help but grit his teeth. He was an honest official with a firm and decisive temperament, and he despised the vermin of the imperial court.
“Given her habit of sleeping in, she certainly hasn't woken up yet. I’ll go wake her,” Yuan Shaoteng said, walking toward the room across the hall. Just as he raised his hand to knock, a "click" sounded, and the door swung open.
If his younger brother were to be with Tang Yueran, Chu Xinwei would be devastated, and Peipei would be caught in the middle, making things difficult for everyone.
Treason! That was a crime of the highest order, yet Ji Qianxiu’s words were so logically sound that no one could refute them.

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“I don’t believe it. She is Mo Beicheng’s cousin, and I have no grievances with her. Why would she do this to me?” Gu Qingci rejected the notion immediately. She only believed in the Nalan Mei’er she had seen, and there was no reason for her to treat her like that; Nalan Mei’er had been quite kind to her.
Just as everyone imagined the tragic fate of the young man, a beam of jade-colored light suddenly descended, instantly striking Fu Yuan.
A tall, delicate-looking female held her own roasted food in a stone plate resembling a dish. Beside her followed a beast-female with a noticeably large belly, her appearance simple and unadorned; she was hilariously biting down on a stone plate filled with different roasted meats.
Matters were not as simple as they seemed. One had to investigate the details thoroughly before drawing conclusions; acting rashly would only lead to one's own ruin.
In the center of these scattered infantry squads, two distinct groups stood in confrontation.
He then forced a wry smile and said, “So, although I’m handsome, I’m not stupid, nor am I the type to go looking for trouble. I can’t even defeat that ‘Black-Faced God,’ let alone…”
Once these words were spoken, everyone was left in awe. Zhao Junjie did not look at him again, instead taking a pile of items into the training room to study them.
Not rushing to enter this world, Ling Xiao first established a connection with the heaven and earth of this realm, utilizing the world’s power to understand the current era of the Naruto world.
Xuan felt himself being gently set down. The person behind him retreated with hurried footsteps, returning shortly after with a cup of water. This happened three times before they finally stopped.
No sooner had Hao Nan finished speaking than a jade-colored beam of light descended from the sky, within which the shadow of a blade faintly flickered.
However, ever since Wu Yong noticed the policeman with the familiar back, he had been keeping an eye on him. He had sustained a minor injury himself, and after the instructor finished taking roll, he jumped into an ambulance, claiming he was going to the hospital to have his wounds treated.
“Who is superior and who is inferior can only be known after tasting. Since the wine hasn’t touched our lips yet, how can you judge its quality?” Long Tianwei retorted with a cold snort.
“Are you certain he was dead at the time? Because we have discovered someone who looks exactly like him committing crimes.” In the end, Wu Yong had no choice but to tell him the situation.

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As they spoke, Chu Tianyu’s retreating figure suddenly flew forward, a movement that looked like he was throwing himself onto the sword, clearly seeking death.
Was it because the Emperor-Slaying Sword was forged from divine iron, making it incredibly tough and sharp, that the wooden sword in Long Tianwei’s hand was destroyed?
“Sigh, forget it. I won’t lecture you. Think about it carefully yourself. You are the only family I have left; I don’t want to experience the grief of burying my own child.” With that, Wei Dejiang waved his hand, signaling for Wei Xueman to leave.
“I am the one who delayed things. I hope the Divine General will not take offense,” Mu Yi said with a slight smile. In truth, he had noticed Soul Flame’s actions earlier but was not worried.
The point marked on the map was in the center of a large mountain; surely it couldn't be some mutant plant?
“One!” The Chanxi Temple command and control center went black instantly. Images vanished from the screens, and all operating computers ceased functioning with a sharp sound. Then, gray emergency lights flickered on, and the faces of everyone in the command center were filled with unease.
Jiewu looked past the shoulders of Jie Kong and Jie Chen toward Zheng Ji. Although the latter had cold sweat beading on his forehead from pain, his eyes glared back without a hint of yielding, refusing to give an inch.
Under such pressure, the reporters used every trick in the book. Some continued to contact the "Ba God," while others held onto a sliver of hope, sending passionate invitations to Black Armor. In short, the massive press gallery was in chaos, with various communication signals blaring incessantly.
“I never expected the 61st Army to fight like this!” Zhao Zhenzhong and Zhou Mingyuan exclaimed upon receiving the battle report from Yan Xishan. Both of them knew full well the disastrous battles that had occurred in the original history along the Tianzhen and Yanggao lines.
The screams of ordinary people echoed across the construction site, piercing Angel’s heart like needle points.