Chapter 31: Not a Big Problem...

Ashuab, Yemen.

This place has now become one of the primary battlefields for the government forces, the Houthi militia, and Al-Qaeda in the Arabian Peninsula. The deafening roar of gunfire and artillery fills the area around this small town.

“Quiet, don’t panic, move back slowly,” Zhang Liang whispered as he crouched at the street corner, casting a glance at the distant combatants and gesturing to those behind him.

“Let’s go,” Zhen Ye reassured the trembling young woman beside him, taking her hand and guiding her backward.

Truth be told, the girl’s luck was extraordinary; although her car broke down right in the middle of the conflict zone, she—

At that moment, Song Ming flicked his fingers, and a dreadful aura suddenly burst forth, spilling into the otherworldly space.

Just then, myriad golden beams rippled through the heavens, weaving together. A series of thunderous booms erupted, and in an instant, overwhelming spatial energy surged forth, pouring into the teleportation array.

“A resource-rich planet—enough for your two families to thrive for centuries!” The Dark Knight, Herry, laid his offer on the table.

Wang Yiyi had no doubt about this. After all, Li Changlin had just written a song for her on the spot, which proved his talent beyond question.

Xie Kun was one of Wang Gong’s men. For Xie Kun to speak up immediately had already left Sima Daozi, the Prince of Kuaiji, feeling somewhat slighted. After Wei Jie’s words, how could he not seize the opportunity to speak out at once?

“Let’s hope he wasn’t lying,” the arena master sighed, leading the crowd closely behind Xiang Yu.

The massive C-shaped building had its lower two floors completed and roughly finished. Though the dozen floors above were still skeletal frames, the tank regiment’s soldiers no longer cared; these two floors were enough for the regiment’s more than five hundred men.

With such a disparity in cultivation resources, the gap in strength between the two sides resembled a chasm—impossible to bridge.

From the moment the battle began, they had believed Xiang Yu doomed beyond doubt, for they harbored absolute confidence in Xue Yang and Jiang Jing.

They had all arrived by car, and likewise, they left by car. Fortunately, the dashcam had recorded everything that happened in those brief three minutes.

Paying no further attention to the old bird, Yun Feng’s lips curled into a cold smile. As his hand seals shifted, the surrounding space began to grow restless.

On May 15th, Sa Zhenbing and Shen Shouyu arrived at Longteng Shipyard in Fangchenggang, seeking out the shipbuilding director, Wei Han.

“We’ll take part. I’ve already requested both the German and American navies to send main fleet warships for the exercise—there’s no reason we should be the exception,” Chen Ming replied.

Fei Liangyan opened the message. It was a video, and the images it showed were beyond belief.

Dao Chen’s eyes were dark as ink. As a sword cultivator, he was by nature vengeful and proud. Now, with Chen Yi making a mockery of him, his heart for cultivation had been shaken. If he didn’t kill Chen Yi, his progress would forever be halted.

Liu Cong was stunned, incredulous. To him, the Black Dragon Society was nothing but a foreign parasite, an enemy of the Nine Nether World! To have any dealings with them—wouldn’t that be cutting off one’s own escape?

“Well? Have you grasped the Tranquil Heart Mantra?” the voice sounded again. This time, there was an unmistakable tension in his tone, as if he was anxiously awaiting something.

“The General’s Residence?” Qi Yieru instantly understood Old Qin’s meaning, realizing he had overlooked this matter.

As for the worry about spreading himself too thin, Chen Yi was indeed a bit concerned. But then he thought: the Three Absolutes surely possessed three attributes, which allowed them to comprehend three laws. If someone so powerful was unafraid of this, what was there for him to fear? At worst, he could simply devote twice as much time to cultivation.

Inside the Nanning Provincial Governor’s Office, “Chen Ning, can we really keep going like this? The imperial court has started pressuring me. They don’t want our US dollars—only for us to comply with Japan’s demands,” Zai Xun said urgently.