Chapter 102: Deep Reflection-Peerless Divine Doctor(Thirty-Nine Degrees of Snow)

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Ignoring the astonished gazes of the crowd, Xu Yang’s fists rained down upon Wang Jiaxing like a relentless storm. Wang Jiaxing felt his body aching, numb, and sore, unable to suppress the cries of agony escaping his lips. Instinctively, he tried to flee, but Xu Yang’s grip was like an iron vice, rendering him completely immobile.

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Especially after their disguises were removed, and seeing these wounded men, the wealthy merchant’s expression grew even heavier with concern.

The Tomb of Unceasing Rest was not located on Frostshine Island, but it wasn’t too far away; a specially designed ship could reach it in two or three days.

If a cluster of black mist contained the essence of a martial technique, then perhaps there were other mists containing even more advanced skills, possibly innate divine arts or supreme mystical doctrines.

As the ancestral Dragon Ship emerged from the Glazed Mirage, the faces of Xuanyuan Haoyue and the others turned ashen, grim and unsightly. The true dragon prince Ao Shang’s eyes were filled with undisguisable shock and fury.

Xu Teng faced numerous obstacles in developing this field: lacking talent, technology, and national certification; his only advantage was wealth.

Both Ximen Snow and Natasha had witnessed him hand the scepter to Loki. Now, as he lied brazenly, they turned their heads away in unison, refusing to look at him.

Responding to Qin Ran, Holuf twisted his corpulent body, and amid the creaking of his chair, lowered his voice.

“Why shouldn’t we have a Chinese Boeing Corporation?” Xu Teng finished, proposing that chips, machine tools, large aircraft, and intelligent machinery be listed as top priorities for development next year.

The old monk wasn’t much better off; his finger suddenly tingled with an itching sensation, and upon inspection, he was horrified to see a bizarre blue-black spreading rapidly from his finger up his arm. He hurriedly channeled all his internal energy to resist the fierce toxicity, barely managing to hold it at bay.

The two stood face to face, little more than an arm’s length apart. At such close range, Yang Gang effortlessly shifted the direction of his palm strike, causing the gray-robed monk to panic; his hand-blade missed, and he dodged sharply to the right, narrowly avoiding the blow. With his sidestep, the doorway was left open, and he immediately struck out, barring Yang Gang’s entry.

Xing Tian stood helplessly, like a looming mountain of darkness. He imagined the Jade Emperor’s smug expression, and envisioned his own magical power sealed within a demonic vessel, never to rise again.

Now, all military strongholds of the Imperial Palace had fallen; the palace’s forces were depleted. In a sense, the Imperial Palace existed in name only.

Mr. Kong calculated and discovered that Marshall had long since departed from the Asian continent, returning to his homeland on the American continent.

“Brother Lei, I truly owe you. There’s one more thing I need your help with,” Lu Han said gloomily. Though his wounds had stopped bleeding, his heart still bled.

“Li Ming and Jiang Feng are tangled together; I can’t get a clear shot,” Tian Peng anxiously explained.

In the end, with no other options, Wu Yun found the duty teacher’s office. After explaining he was a graduate and former member of the ski club from three years ago, he inquired where the club’s classroom had been relocated.

Meanwhile, with the granary destroyed, the Chu army faced a severe food crisis; soldiers could only rely on the emergency canned rations and compressed biscuits they carried. The supplies were critically limited—rationed carefully, they would last, at most, two or three days.