Chapter 26: Wang Ben: My Old Man Is Going Crazy for Hot Pot

His greatest worry was the Mountain God Temple; he feared the intruders were there to commit acts of destruction, and if the temple were ruined, it would be a disaster.

However, another feathered arrow followed in quick succession, aimed directly at Aaron, who had just crushed the skull of a ghoul with his bare hand.

Yet, geniuses are often incredibly arrogant, frequently looking down upon the rest of the world, dismissing others as mediocrities, and finding only a rare few worthy of their attention.

He was just preparing to contact Zhang Yang to handle the batch of ancient texts in his possession when, unexpectedly, a WeChat message from Zhang Yang arrived.

Song Meiling was still hiding under her covers, trying to brainwash herself. She kept telling herself that her recent strange behaviors were merely the result of prolonged loneliness, having nothing to do with affection, let alone love.

The atmosphere suddenly turned peculiar, but Yin Mengtao finally began to understand.

Regardless, from this day on, even if the Shangling Sect was not completely crippled, it would suffer a devastating blow, with few masters left within the sect.

Xue Jianhua hurriedly instructed his subordinates to prepare the cushions and incense, so that the guests could offer a stick of incense to the Mountain God.

Around two or three in the afternoon, the sun hung high, the temperature in the mountains rose along with it, and the heat began to set in.

At the base, Ritsuko Akagi calmly shut down the monitoring system, but the energy traces that had not yet fully dissipated revealed something unimaginable.

"The best of this match, bar none! We must acknowledge the key role Gao Chuan played in this game. As long as he is on the field, the Bari team will never have a moment of peace, and Cesena will surely sail through with ease! This is Gao Chuan, this is his impact!" the pundit commented.

Gu Yun smiled at Ling'er and bowed to the old man, expressing his gratitude.

After arming more than five hundred people, the opponent could still produce a steady stream of modern weapons and equipment to arm nearly three thousand more. This exposed portion of their strength alone could sweep across all of Youzhou, not to mention the unrestrained ambition hidden behind their development of the Arms Cult.

This mission seemed no different from the previous ones: simple, unguarded, place it and run. Yet, what happened next was something no one had anticipated.

As the film began, the theater plunged into darkness. Du Pingping had not yet received her hundred thousand, so she had to pull out all the stops.

Zhou Nan, sitting opposite her, told her to rest her feet on him. At first, she was a bit embarrassed, but eventually, she let go of her reservations and placed her feet in his lap.

The most glaring display of this was the moment he dribbled past the goalkeeper, stopped the ball on the goal line, and, too lazy to kick it in, simply turned back toward the center circle.

At this moment, the dazzling sun had long since transformed into a crimson sunset. The afterglow stained half the sky, and auspicious clouds drifted slowly along the horizon. The sweltering heat in the air gradually dissipated with the movement of the sun, until it vanished entirely.

Tian Sha’s gaze was fierce. As the strongest of the Five Evils, this was the first time he had been toyed with, and by a youth not yet twenty years old. His figure flashed repeatedly, and then, as he drew his long sword, a biting cold light suddenly filled the void.

The black-furred corpse’s body shuddered violently, and its full power exploded in an attempt to break free from Yang Zheng’s restraint, but unfortunately, it failed.

The hotel Su Yan booked was at Piazza Venezia, right next to the famous Palazzo Venezia. This was the heart of Rome, the convergence point of several main streets and the essence of the old city.

After a long while, I felt my strength returning, so I took the cigarettes out of my damp pants pocket. Fortunately, the box was wrapped in a layer of plastic film, and only the filters were slightly wet.

And so, you become greedy, wanting to look at each piece a little longer. Your gaze lingers on each one, watching it transform from an abstract white sand painting into a translucent three-dimensional photograph, then a transparent crystal painting, before slowly blurring, melting, and disappearing.

Beside them, the Saint soldier waved his hand, sealing away all the merit except for that belonging to the monkey and his companion, before dropping it into Yang Zheng’s hand.

"Reporting to my Lord, our army suffered a setback in Nanyang, losing tens of thousands of troops. Now, our Jingzhou army has retreated to Xinye," Kuai Liang replied.

It made sense; the soldiers at the base were complete individuals with flesh, blood, and soul. If they were attacked, they would surely want to see who had struck. Moreover, if his own strength hadn't been quite high, Old Master Chu’s shout might have blown him apart.

The infusion of black light caused the power of the black spear to erupt, and endless sharpness instantly swept through the chaotic void.

Chen Yaoyang gritted his teeth so hard they felt like they might break. His entire body trembled slightly as he closed the hammer and placed the gun on the table. Er Huang, who had already touched the hilt of his knife, pulled his hand back.

They lay on the ground, feeling as though they were pinned down by a thousand-ton mountain, struggling to even make a move.

A punch struck Yin Shuangquan in the chest, sending blood gushing from his mouth and leaving him slumped in his chair, unable to speak for a moment.

Shangguan Xuan had been listening to the movements outside the carriage, but he did not ask. However, upon seeing that the clothes on Mo Shisheng were not the ones she had been wearing, his gaze suddenly turned icy.

"Dad, this... children nowadays like to date for a while before they..." Madam Rong and Rong Xuelong exchanged glances, clearly conflicted and resistant.

What exactly had she done wrong? She just wanted to act in a few roles; why did they all use such lewd tones to accuse her? What had she done wrong? The more An Xia thought about it, the more uncomfortable she felt, wishing she could just start a fight at any moment.

Afterward, Lin Fan ordered the Dark Demon to clean up the surrounding corpses and instructed Qian Jixue to disperse the remaining three hundred soldiers, who were already terrified out of their wits, telling them to return home and do no more harm.

An unprecedented look of seriousness suddenly appeared on Wang Manzhi’s face, his gaze incredibly sharp as he looked at Yang Muren.

At this moment, Lin Fan seemed to have become a lifeline for many in the Southern Continent, who hoped he would step forward to fight for them and restore their honor.

Could it be that Chang Guo, the intelligence officer of the Rebel Suppression Division whom he had accidentally killed earlier, was actually a "sleeper agent" planted by this so-called "Holy Alliance"?

When Mu Feng counted to the third second, the altar suddenly rotated, and the high platform slowly sank into the ground, causing dense spiritual energy to erupt and instantly shroud the entire cave.