Chapter 57: Director He Has Also Disappeared

By this time, the Japanese media had stopped referring to the Japanese Liberation Army as rebels. If the latter were to continue their march southward, Emperor Hirohito's government would likely be reduced to a puppet regime.

Mo Wen did not press him. Murong Zhenxiong's expression clearly showed that he remembered the exact date he first consumed human flesh, but simply refused to speak of it.

If they truly intended to attack Mount Buju, their movements could not possibly be this slow, nor this quiet. Ever since ascending the mountain, the enemy seemed to have frozen in place, motionless, as though waiting for something unknown.

"Reporting to the Daoist Master, this subordinate once saw her from a distance. Murong Hongzhuang is about the same height as me, with an oval face. Though her skin is not particularly fair, her facial features are quite striking, and she wears a red cloak woven from bird feathers," Hajike said.

"Hey, cripple! Catch!" shouted one of the thugs. The young man, who had been fighting desperately against the group of hoodlums, turned around reflexively, only to have a cloud of white smoke blanket his face, enveloping him entirely.

Despite such horrific injuries, Fu Shuai was actually able to exchange a smile with Xue Qiong. A moment later, he healed his own wounds in the blink of an eye, while Xue Qiong "healed" the notch on his arm blade, and the two fellows charged at each other once again... only this time, without infusing their weapons with energy.

Now, ever since she transformed into Yeshang and her martial arts advanced by leaps and bounds, her physical condition had naturally improved compared to before. Coupled with the care of someone with supreme medical skills like 'Yiru' Shengze, this high fever turned out to be nothing more than a brief overnight ailment.

General Amir departed with a look of indignation. As soon as he left, Qi Fei, Sharon, and the others looked at each other and burst into laughter.

It was not until the carriage reached a sparsely populated area that those rugged men pursued them fiercely, leaping forward to block the path of the advancing carriage.

For a split second, Qiong'er wondered: since she had appeared here, did it prove that she had truly shattered the void in the past?

The lack of supreme experts certainly made humanity appear vulnerable when facing all things mutated by demonic energy in the short term, but this transitional vacuum was brilliantly compensated for by high-tech ranged weaponry.

The chief of the craftsman camp, who had been helping out on the sidelines, also basked in some reflected glory. Although he was only granted the lowest rank of nobility at the first tier, it was enough to make everyone else green with envy.

What they did not expect, however, was not only waiting for Ye Wen and Fengyi, but also waiting for the very male protagonists of the gossip they had just been discussing.

Zhang Yimei was well aware that Zhang Hongli was a bottomless pit, but whenever he came asking for money, she dared not refuse. Zhang Hongli constantly used the incident of her being swindled by the fake monk to blackmail her.

The boundless karmic fire collided with the shield, and the advancing giant sword finally came to a halt after striking the petal-like barrier of light. The crimson radiance, the karmic fire, and the purple currents overflowing from the petals dyed the surrounding space in a chaotic, colorful blur.

Nineteen colossal divine soldiers were beyond the limits of her power to withstand, and what might happen when that time came was something she could not possibly foresee at present.

Over the course of a year, the conversations between Su Yi and Shen Rouxue grew more frequent, and the bond between them deepened. However, since Su Yi was ultimately still the Qingyun Sword, no matter how deep their affection grew, his relationship with Shen Rouxue still remained uncrossed.

The shores stretched out in a boundless expanse of prosperity. Not far away, at the confluence of the two rivers, an ancient pagoda stood majestically upon the river embankment. Half-nestled against the bustling market and half-leaning against the river, it overlooked the twin waters, its reflection mirrored in the dual streams. With its elongated shadow cast over the mighty river and the pristine Yi River, the interplay of rippling waves and pagoda shadows was a breathtaking sight.

Across the myriad realms, Gu Chuanxiu was able to play with the boundaries of the real and the illusory, his dream-self shuttling freely between reality and illusion. This was hardly worth shocking.

With that, he went back inside the shop. Seeing that the anticipated events had transpired here as well, he told Li Ming to return to the county town first to take care of his wife and keep an eye on the shop.

Wang Xiu straightened his posture and walked toward the other contestants. The virtual camera followed and recorded, transmitting the other contestants' feeds directly into Wang Xiu's live broadcast room.

Bai Qi gazed at the newly born phantom, still finding it hard to believe. The previously useless [Illusionary Killing Image], whether or not it could actually be used to kill enemies in battle, at least now possessed a certain visual appeal.

"Unity of heaven and man, perfection of dark soul—you truly think quite highly of me!" Zhou Shiwei let out a muffled grunt, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. Naturally, the startling wind sword that Zhou Shiwei had previously suspended in his hand was also disrupted.

They were similarly unimpressed by the Monkey King, even feeling that having him represent the demon race in battle was a humiliation to them.

Previously, Qin Shou had merely swallowed the Phoenix's power whole without thoroughly consuming or digesting it.

Yi Ping, though dealt four fatal wounds, was still able to unleash a terrifyingly powerful soul technique that wreaked havoc in all directions.

I long for us to be inseparable every single second, terrified that you might slip away. My need for you is overwhelmingly intense, especially when deeply struck by setbacks, or in the profound stillness of solitude and deep night, when my arrows of longing seem ready to pierce through everything to fly to you.

Huang Ming achieved his wish, his eyebrows flicking upward as he jammed a wine bottle between his chest muscles and clenched his fists tightly. Immediately afterward, his pectoral muscles swelled at a speed visible to the naked eye, firmly clamping the wine bottle against his chest.

Now, as they stepped out from the Primeval Bell, it was as if they were stepping out of different epochs of ancient history. Everything existed solely for this final sanctuary of human survival.

Yet if they chose not to act, Feiying would likely acquire the Ashbringer directly, because they did not know whether the barrier that had previously blocked the werewolf adventurers was still intact; and even if it were, he might still be able to resolve it.

Lü Bu's expression was one of agony. Although he had successfully blocked the attack with his hands, his opponent had used a knee. No matter how formidable his arms might be, compared to a leg, they appeared somewhat like striking a stone with an egg.

Pacing forward, Su Lelg was just about to enter the tower when a thoroughly discourteous voice reached his ears, causing him to instantly halt his steps.

Really, why must a perfectly good exorcist spend his days fortune-telling for people? What on earth was he aiming for?

Knowing full well that Ye Zhi was only pretending to sleep, she deployed such a lethal technique that Ye Zhi could barely manage to parry it.

"Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Erken, and you may call me Count Erken. However, for someone about to die, what you choose to call me is of no consequence," Erken said.

Xu Yan could no longer conceal her astonishment. She stared fixedly into Xu Shu's eyes—spiritually deep and serene. Indeed, they were no longer the dusty, dim eyes Xu Shu once had; could it truly be that she had changed?

Yan Yiyi certainly could not film kissing scenes with others. Leaving aside whether Pei Xiuqi could accept it, she herself could not accept it either.