Volume 1, Chapter 21: Favorability Reaches 30 Percent
The rare, vicious hiss and deliberate harassment stunned the onlookers. However, they found it somewhat understandable; after all, it was Gu Jingfeng’s spirit tablet that had been damaged. How could Shen Qingwu not be anxious? No one dared to raise any objections.
His assessment was correct. Empress Dowager Fu had been quite pleased for a time when Wang Mang voluntarily resigned, though she had not expected him to return. Regardless, whether he returned or not was inconsequential; the position of Grand Marshal would eventually be wrested from his hands.
“Yes, this is indeed the Star Tower, the location for your final assessment!” Ye Lang said.
Following this campaign, Zhao Chongguo was personally received by Emperor Wu to have his injuries examined. Having earned the Emperor’s praise and been named a warrior, he was promoted to Palace Attendant and later to Chief Clerk to the General of Chariots and Cavalry.
Compared to her grandmother, the mother’s attire was significantly more festive. She wore a bright red floral-patterned ceremonial robe over a formal green embroidered skirt, her hanging jade ornaments chiming softly as she moved with elegant grace.
King Xi waved his hand, signaling Zhou Cheng to remain silent. The voice from within the room continued, “Who asked for your company? I do not want you here! Since you are already dead, just go quietly on your way. It has been so many years, why have you come back to find me?” The Empress’s voice grew increasingly panicked and distraught.
Yes, escape. To be honest, Wei Qing’s elite cavalry was already lightning-fast, having outflanked the enemy by thousands of kilometers in just a few days. Yet, when it came to fleeing, they still could not outrun the Xiongnu forces. This inevitably moved one to reflect: if there had been an international Olympic horse racing competition back then, other countries could have simply forfeited the event.
Now, under the warm morning sun, Dongchun, dressed in a thin, jujube-colored short shirt, stood with her hands on her hips, pointing aggressively at the kitchen maids and scolding them sharply. Her arrogance was evident in every word.
“Evidence? Do you really think you need evidence? Someone with a shifty look like yours is clearly up to no good. For all I know, you might even be a robber these days, heh!” Wang Jian said coldly.
The pilot activated the onboard supercomputer’s synchronization system and began performing various low-altitude, low-speed dogfighting maneuvers.
When she had first told Sheng Ze about this, she knew that sooner or later, they would have to act separately.
It was actually beneficial to let Huo Yao know early on, as they could then discuss the logistics of the transport in advance.
They were all very clever individuals who knew how to survive in such a perilous environment.
What was going on? It was fortunate that he had just asked his elders to share their perceptions; otherwise, in his state of anxiety, he might not have remembered this detail for a long time.
The Kingdom of Sophien’s possession of the advanced mount known as the griffon had also recently come to the attention of Zhou Zhenghong.
Inside the Agumon’s mouth, one could not feel extreme heat. There was only a normal temperature of about 40 degrees, which was the Agumon’s natural body temperature.
At this distance, even the Poison King could not fly over. Lin Feng quickly consumed an Acceleration Fairy, then activated Berserk, Indomitable Will, and Leap.
In my memory, he was just an ordinary man—my father. He was once a soldier, and he began practicing martial arts as far back as I can remember.
Singing in the "Star Style" is supposed to save energy, but no matter how I sang, it was incredibly exhausting. I had to play the zheng, strike the clappers, and sing all at once—the hardest part was infusing emotion into the lyrics. Even after three songs, I was completely out of breath.
Looking at the letter Lulka had written to him, Qian Jin felt his heart in turmoil, and even his desire to find Anna became muddled.
Zhu Biao, Fang Xiaoru, and Huang Zicheng had heard at yesterday’s court session that Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang had sentenced the scholars who accepted the banquet to immediate execution. They felt pained, but since the Emperor’s word was final and the decree had been issued, what could they do? They could only frown in silence.
“Tell me, are you really a Titan?” Chen Xing rubbed his hands together, looking at the man who resembled a barbarian with eager eyes.
“You brought this upon yourself!” Having said this, he let go abruptly and watched with an expressionless face as Shang Yunyin slumped to the ground.
During the subsequent Pacific War, the battleship Musashi participated in the Battle of Iwo Jima and the Battle of Okinawa. Its 460mm main guns repeatedly dealt heavy damage to the Japanese military, playing a vital role in various battles, which infuriated countless Japanese soldiers to the point of suicide.
To everyone’s astonishment, Yun Qingfeng actually took an item out of his storage ring and threw it directly to the other party. Li Yixian caught the object, inspected it briefly, nodded in satisfaction, and tucked it away without leaving a trace.
“What do you think? It required your father to unleash the Wrath of the Stars; how powerful that must have been! He is known as the Undying King… the eight Star Arrows were lost at that time…” the Flame Demon said.
Chen Xing was stunned and hurriedly asked, “Flame Demon, is that you?” This guy had been sleeping lately, impossible to wake up, but he had finally decided to stir.
“Actually, I asked you here today primarily for this,” Yang Zhu said, pulling out a pitch-black sphere.
Ribbentrop’s words brought a profound sense of shock to everyone. Why would Marshal Geyun mobilize so many troops? It was truly incomprehensible.
Yet, who would have thought this old man was genuinely insane, running up to the mountains during a thunderstorm to play the role of a lightning rod? Was that not just courting death?
A genius at the Golden Core stage must start from the 200th rank when participating in the challenge tournament for the first time. After all, even if one could defeat twenty opponents, winning a hundred consecutive matches was difficult.
For the destitute, there is a saying that sounds rather unpleasant: "Whoever has milk is mother," especially for those who make their living by raiding, plundering, and seizing wealth.