Chapter 112: A Rebuke from Above (Part One)

Many parents placed great importance on this entrance examination. To help their children acclimate to the environment and atmosphere, they often brought them to stay in the county town several days in advance.

Fortunately, she had repeatedly warned the two children over the past few days: if they happened to encounter Xu Weian during the entrance exam, they were to keep their distance and avoid any conflict with him at all costs.

However, Xu Weian had been a village bully back in Changsheng Village, often banding together with several members of the Huang village chief’s family.

“…It seems like they took a boat to places like Dayu Island or Jianyu Bay?” Yun Yun lightly tapped her red lips with her index finger.

If the power of “Thunder” lay in harnessing the force of thunderfire to cause widespread destruction, securing his place as a top assassin, then “Rain” had risen purely through sheer strength.

As she finished speaking, Bai Yusheng turned and picked up her chopsticks and bowl, preparing to leave. Suddenly, laughter drifted over from the direction of the two young ladies.

Not only Vittorio Emanuele III, who daily rallied the Italian people against French tyranny, but other royal families of various states also made appearances from time to time to assert their presence.

“That’s not the case, King Wei, look!” Tang Yu cast a meaningful glance at King Wei, then reached out to hold the head, using two fingers to pry open the eyes of the severed head.

Especially in Africa under German control, once the European war erupted, they couldn’t expect to seize the entire continent at once, but capturing strategic points like Egypt, the Cape of Good Hope, and Djibouti was absolutely necessary.

After Huanyan and Xie Anlan’s grand wedding, her first visit to the palace revealed that Princess Yongning harbored special feelings for Xie Anlan. However… a relationship between her and Xie Anlan was impossible because the emperor would never consent.

Compared to last year, he had grown taller and slimmer, with arched eyebrows, round eyes, and smiling lips, increasingly resembling the Lin family.

No matter how Bai Lan attacked, she couldn’t penetrate Xue Linglong’s defenses. Yet Xue Linglong’s strikes were cunning, targeting Bai Lan’s weaknesses and openings.

It must be said, the “Third Shang Courtyard” truly lived up to its reputation as a famed place for concealing beauties within the ancient city of Longyuan.

“Didn’t the Forging Hammer Fortress issue orders to watch for foreigners…” The boy sharpening his dagger spoke calmly.

Thanks to semi-automated assembly lines and the cheap labor of numerous gray orcs, the cost of these blank papers was ridiculously low.

At this moment, his chest tingled numb from a palm strike by Li Mochou, the sensation spreading through half his body. His skin was riddled with fine blood vessels, wounds inflicted by the duster whip.

The young writer’s news attracted much attention. Students passing by stopped to browse, whispering among themselves, and would often pick up a few copies before leaving.

Lu Nianchou was certain that the internal energy cultivation method of the Ancient Tomb Sect was at least top-tier; otherwise, Li Mochou could not have achieved her current level.

He slowly released her hand as Helian Yi said, “Your Highness, take care.” With that, he departed once again.

Li Mochou had no intention of engaging the enemy in a direct internal energy clash. The duster whip suddenly loosened, and her left hand, hidden within her sleeve, bloomed like a lotus before snapping her fingers sharply.

Therefore, the brothers of the Barbarian Combat Battalion, led by Black Axe, all wielded massive, razor-sharp battle axes. Each time they sang a line of the lyrics, they swung their axes with great force. Indeed, the sight was awe-inspiring, as if daring anyone to challenge their championship would mean certain death.

Actions speak louder than words. He immediately ordered the army to excavate above this secret chamber, creating a spacious environment.

At this moment, Wei Jiuchensui and Liu Gong had also arrived beside Zhao Wuyang, both casting cold glances at Chen Yaogong, who hovered in midair.

“Isn’t Li Zhuang one of your villagers? He was with the others delivering food to us last night and came again this morning with a message saying you were ill,” Dong Guan said, mouth agape in shock.