Chapter 78 Cutting Off One’s Own Retreat

"Commander, my mother is still in the city. Please, let me go back to see her, I'm begging you!"
A soldier suddenly rushed before Nie Zhaolin’s horse, kowtowing desperately, pleading with tears in his voice.
Nie Zhaolin’s heart softened, and he was about to say they could return to the city to save lives, when the distant thunder of hooves cut through the air—He Tiansheng had caught up.
Nie Zhaolin turned his horse to meet He Tiansheng...

Ying Tu suddenly recalled that, had it not been for two years of pursuit by Ming Gu and Lu Leng, he would never have ended up so wretched. In the end, it was Mu Li who appeared and saved him.

If, in the Netherworld Mystic Realm, the body was preserved in an ice coffin, it made sense. But now the corpse was exposed to the elements, and still nothing changed. Such a phenomenon could not help but inspire wonder.

Gao Ming, hearing this, hurried to explain, "Director Deng, please don’t misunderstand. Do I look like that kind of person?"

She didn’t think it was the right time to discuss anything, nor did she believe that a thousand years later, Chang Xi would remain unchanged, still unwilling to accept her.

That newfound confidence from the breakthrough was utterly shattered before this old man! He’d effortlessly blocked every attack. Who was this man, really?

In this era, it’s simple: if you want to earn some credit points, if you want fame, you must prove your worth, your talent. The game 'Mecha Frontline' is precisely a platform for showcasing ability. Everyone binds their identity card and publicly shares their information.

The Thunder Dragon technique, Leilong Leimeng, is a top-tier lightning-type ninjutsu. Only five naturally lightning-attribute chakra ninjas can unleash its large-scale destructive force.

'Covering the sky with one hand' sounds impressive, but that’s only against beginner craftsmen like Chen Feng! Before true masters and the Craftsmen’s Association, he’s nothing.

Chen Feng’s identity was too extraordinary. They had hoped to use public opinion to pressure him into compromise, but now, with Chen Feng halting sales, the tide of opinion has turned in his favor.

I whispered in her ear, "Sis, sooner or later, the truth will come out. Why keep struggling?" 'Flower' Mulan remained silent, seeming to nod slightly.

The two of them were cultivators at the sixth and fifth levels of the Qi Refining stage—barely scraping by in the market. Though Hou Qianji had a knack for business and Iron Bold enough courage, their low cultivation and lack of backing meant their ventures could never be large, barely covering their daily expenses.

Well, ha ha ha, you’re all lively, knowing to drag your brother-in-law here. You think the old man is too aged to deal with you scoundrels?! Tell me! Damn it, how did the Cheng family end up with you six little monsters?" Uncle Cheng roared, his face contorted, wild and boiling with fury.

Under Xu Yu’s steadily rising aura, Yu Feng already sensed a whiff of danger—a cold fear of death. He drew a sharp breath; the more critical the moment, the more he needed to keep calm, lest a mistake in panic lead to utter ruin.

Chen Tianshan felt his scalp prickling, gazing toward where the monster had just been dragged away, all pity gone from his heart.

At this moment, Shi Wen brought up the matter again, which naturally infuriated Silver Moon. Yet she couldn’t be bothered to explain further—the more she explained, the more it betrayed her inner turmoil. For Silver Moon, solitary and cold, such trivialities were beneath her.

Not all love is tempestuous or soul-shattering; for ordinary people, love can be just plain and gentle.

This time, it didn’t even take half an hour; in just a brief moment, Lin Yun finished soul-searching, successfully acquiring the Fire Curtain skill from the Flame Star Beast.

Li Xueying walked to the north side of the hall and sat on the grand chair. From this spot, she could see the flagpole outside. She fixed her gaze on Wu Zhiyuan, swaying precariously from the flag, pity stirred in her heart, but her expression remained unchanged.