Chapter 38

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Whose pawn was he? Why did he infiltrate the KCIA? And what was his connection to the Busan Incident?
Zhou Chen hurriedly stepped forward to support the Hormone Centurion, who had taken the brunt of a sword beam, his demeanor dripping with reverence.
Just as the situation began to descend into chaos, the Thunder Hammer Pirate Fleet, which had been observing from the sidelines, finally made its move. Surprisingly, hundreds of pirate ships held their positions, while only the Pirate King’s flagship drew near.
He Xu had not summoned them out for the sake of fortune; he had other motives entirely. The two disciples, however, remained oblivious, likely destined to die without ever knowing who had betrayed them.
Among them, a king cobra over six meters long reigned as the king of snakes here; no other venomous snake dared approach it. In truth, in its eyes, all other snakes were merely food, and when hungry, it would simply devour one.
Deep down, he hoped this life would last another day, yet he knew that once Shin Dong-bin died and his legitimate son took power, he could never enjoy such freedom again.
After speaking, he reached out to grasp the transparent glass dome covering the fossil, intending to lift it. But no matter how hard he pulled, the dome remained unmoved, as if locked. On the right side, there was a strange keyhole, implying it could not be opened without a key.
Fourteen dunks—perhaps that is a scene you could never witness outside of street-style dunk contests or All-Star dunk competitions.
"Damn it! Didn’t you all say the enemy had no air force!" Puchuan roared in fury, shouting at General Field and the CIA Director.
"Pirates? Redbeard? Why is that private yacht ahead of us not afraid?" Zhou Tian looked at the bearded captain, firing off a series of questions.
Chen Tao struggled to break free. The monkey-faced creature, thick with fur, rubbed against his leg, even sticking out its tongue to lick him frantically like a true beast. On its monkey face, it wore an oddly sycophantic expression, looking exactly like a pathetic sycophant.
But after observing their surroundings carefully, they realized that indeed, there was no other path beyond this intersection.

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The large screen looped the names of top hospitals from various countries. As she popped the cap off her orange juice, she suddenly caught sight of a line of text in the center of the screen.
Wan Hui thought to herself, yet she remained obedient, not disturbing him, nibbling at her chocolate bite by bite until half was gone before putting the rest away.
Places like this, located at the boundary between "town zones" and "wilderness zones," were always a bit more chaotic.
After the last singer of the day finished and the "Voice of Heaven" was determined, Qin Fengyi personally ordered a jade tablet engraved with the words "Voice of Heaven" to be placed on a tray, while also rewarding the young woman with a plate of lychees. At once, cheers erupted from the crowd. Qin Fengyi departed first with his wife and children, and only after the royal procession had left did the rest of the audience exit.
The Anti-Monitor’s expression was grim. He looked up at the massive, skeletal figure standing over thirty meters tall: Nekron, holding a colossal scythe, stood silently behind William Hand like his guardian.
Lin Lang casually executed a beautiful, intricate sword flourish. Fortunately, it didn't feel rusty; after all, it had once been her primary skill for survival.
Thus, in their first exchange, A-Man was completely suppressed by Yang Mang, with almost no room to fight back.
Shen Jingyun did not answer, which was taken as consent. The Giant King seemed to accept his fate; he did not struggle or beg for mercy. The Demon-Subduing Hoop devoured his power, and within moments, the Giant King’s strength plummeted—from the Heaven Tier down to the Earth Tier.
The entire south-facing wall was made of glass. Brilliant sunlight streamed through the anti-UV panes, bathing the entire office in warm hues.
At this moment, everyone was gathered on the perimeter of the formation, with only the mages maintaining their assault. When the magical attacks reached a certain intensity, a brief gap would appear in the formation; only then would the warriors have a chance to rush in.
The two short-tailed crocodiles lay motionless on the ground. Their tails should have been wreathed in flames, but those flames had now flickered out.
Touched by the concern from both hospitals, Ye Xiu felt moved, but he could not reveal the specifics to them. He simply told them that he felt a bit tired lately and needed to take a break, possibly even traveling for a while.

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The United States government could not suppress the news this time. A temple of that size hovering dozens of meters above the ground was visible from miles away; there was no way to keep it quiet.
He knew full well the top-tier position occupied by that special military-affiliated agency within the power hierarchy of China.
He could not open his eyes, and he felt as though he had lost control of his body. The only thing that let Zhang Tian feel his own existence was the sound from the outside world.
As the group chased along, upon reaching the mountainside, one person pointed toward the path ahead, their eyes filled with horror as they shouted loudly.
Li Junxiu’s barely audible voice was muffled in his mouth. Before he finished speaking, he had already pulled Xu Yuan into his embrace, unwilling to let go no matter what.
"I am old, my eyes are failing, and I don't know how to appreciate these paintings!" Jiang Qiulan said, her face dark.
Lan Hai and Yu Jing looked at each other, appearing at a loss for how to start the conversation.
Because the dagger had been driven deep with a forceful motion, its hilt continued to vibrate. Manager Zhao, standing close by, could almost hear the faint "humming" sound emanating from the blade.
"Understood, Uncle-Master..." The group acknowledged in unison, hearts aligned. They worked together to gather the corpses of the seven envoys. The village houses were made of wood, so they collected timber from the ruined structures and lit a roaring fire to cremate the seven envoys.
Inside the inn, a suction force formed, pulling everyone in. Chen Da manipulated the inn and then projected an image, revealing Chen Fei sitting cross-legged in the air.