Chapter 13080 — Everyone Knows

Once caught in his grip, Huan Xiong was absolutely invincible among those of his own level!

And Wei Zhao could not even be counted as being of the same level.

With that single move alone, Wei Zhao had been handed his death sentence.

They were too close to each other—Wei Zhao could not even unleash the Ksitigarbha Blade.

Anyone could see that aside from a few first-rank divine skills like the Rushing Thunder Finger, Wei Zhao's strength lay chiefly in that blade.

The moment he could not bring out his signature blade technique, his power was bound to plummet.

And besides, he had already been crushed by Huan Xiong...

These past few days here, it had been Western food every meal—so much so that she was beginning to doubt life itself, for Western food boiled down to the same few dishes no matter what, unlike the endless variety of Chinese cuisine. Yesterday she could not help but grumble about it idly to Ming Yuan, and to her surprise, today it was on the table.

The planned total area of Dongjiang Port District reaches twenty square kilometers, with the four port zones—east, south, west, and north—built in four phases; the entire planning and construction cycle will stretch over twenty years, with total investment exceeding sixty billion yuan.

Having said that, he lowered his head and gently pressed a kiss to the back of Gu Xiran's hand.

The submachine gun in his hands had long since run out of bullets; Li Nan swung the thing about like a fire poker, and it had, after a fashion, knocked over a few zombies—but the zombies were far too many, and with Li Nan's strength alone, they were simply not on the same order of magnitude.

By the time the war bear rolled up off the ground, the shaman on its back had been flung heaven knew where. The beast had likely been stunned silly by that blow, for it stood there frozen, shaking its head over and over.

Seeing a man closing in behind her, Qian Ruoruo was just about to spin around and strike when the man took a bullet in the arm as well. Qian Ruoruo looked up and swept her gaze across the nearby spots from which the shot might have come, and there she saw Zuo Ting not far off, a faint wisp of smoke still curling from the muzzle of the pistol in his hand.

Geng Bo hung up without giving Wang Peng the slightest chance to speak. A great mass of questions still churned in Wang Peng's mind! How had the fight on the scene broken out? With whom? Had anyone been hurt? Since no one was to be detained, the villagers must have been the ones beaten—and how, then, had the other side been dealt with?

"But set that aside for now—I have a piece of news that is very, very important." Xiao Huaicang cast Luo Qianhan a look heavy with meaning.

It was like a thunderclap bursting all at once beside his ear! Yu Xinyuan paled in shock and, almost without thinking, snapped the album shut with a "clap," not daring to look again.

"What nonsense are you talking? How could we just stand by and watch?" Yu Jin wanted to step forward, but Yu Xiu would not let her past, saying it was too dangerous.

The youth's face was deathly pale, his right arm trembling without cease; that single blade strike, delivered with every ounce of his strength, had drained all his spiritual power in an instant—in his fury he had held nothing back, and it was the sharpest blow he had struck since he first comprehended the Void Severing Slash. He had not expected that one strike would find its mark.

The situation was now perfectly clear: Fengyun Network had not yet launched its instant-messaging product, and already YY was in a state of panic from top to bottom, able only to react passively, parrying each move as it came. When Fengyun Network launched its final, fatal blow, what would YY have left to resist with?

And that Zhong Lingyu had not agreed completely exceeded Su Yan's expectations. Su Yan sat there in great vexation, yet there was nothing she could do about it.

There under the blazing sun, the instructor thought and thought until cold sweat broke out all over him—if such a thing were truly confirmed, it would be a disaster, and one without precedent. Under special circumstances, special measures would certainly be taken. If Li Tianzhi chose this moment to thrust himself into the mix, he would surely be dragged in with them, and then there would be only one road left to him: death.

"It seems Mingzhu attends Young Master Lin's gatherings more often than anyone else." Seeing that Lin Feng was about to lean in close, Nalan Mingzhu deliberately shrank back a little, her eyes silken with allure.

His talk with the Third Master had had some effect, and part of it, too, was down to his own recent state of mind—an urgent need to prove himself, to produce something with a character all its own.

Toward Chen Feng, Tie Muyun had not yet steeled himself to strike a killing blow; the man was, after all, a brother of many years. Now that his brother had fallen to demonic ways, he could not bring himself to be ruthless.