Chapter 34: Please Welcome the Baptism of the Tide

Before the Crimson Moon Blood Fire, Dugu Yan’s Jade Phosphorus Snake Venom appeared utterly fragile.

Beyond realgar, fire is also the nemesis of snake venom. Although Dugu Yan’s Jade Phosphorus Snake Venom was potent and could not be overcome by ordinary flames, the Crimson Moon Blood Fire was no ordinary flame.

Dugu Yan stared blankly at Qian Yunyu, who held a blood-colored scythe. In a single day, she had suffered two consecutive blows, and her mental state was on the verge of collapse. First, Tang San had easily broken her venom with a combination of realgar and fire; this time, it was Qian...

In the Marvel universe, Lin Tao had thought this day was still far off, but now, he had no choice but to restart the Hellfire Club.

What had that police chief, who had sat firmly in the top position for years, actually accomplished? Wasn't he just sitting there securely, waiting for his retirement?

Afterward, the two transporters who had been caught were quietly released. No gang would ever stand before the media to tell everyone that there was something fishy about the situation; unless those two released men had lost their minds, they would never tell the media, "Actually, that’s not how it happened."

As the third son of the Azure Emperor of the East, Xuanyuan Qingyun frequently visited his father’s estate, and thus, he was quite familiar with these guards.

Gaara still pushed hard against the ground, trying to stand up, but his entire body remained weak. Naruto walked over and grasped Gaara’s hand; with Naruto’s strength, Gaara rose and stood alongside him before Lady Chiyo.

First, implement it in Hongnong Commandery for a year or two, measure the lands that need measuring, register the people who need registering, and in the process, figure out a reliable method before promoting it nationwide.

"Yes!" Gongdao felt a long-lost warmth in Yu's words, though the feeling was fleeting.

The disparity in wealth extraction was even more pronounced. Practitioners of the Righteous Enlightenment in Nanjing Continent only needed to pay one spirit stone annually, whereas practitioners in Puyun Continent had to pay at least ten times that amount—and that was only the official figure; the actual amount paid was impossible to calculate. This was an important reason why Tie Bo was forced to flee to Nanjing Continent.

As someone who had watched the two brothers train, Qiu Cheng Yiyi knew very well what habits Edosawa Asuka had in combat and how he would attack. Thus, in less than ten rounds, Edosawa Asuka was defeated.

"Master has a brilliant plan, pitting Leng Xiaoyun against those four under the Prince!" Qiu Canghai had been waiting in Master Xuanzhen's room.

These Dutch East India Company mercenaries still possessed a modicum of tactical discipline; at least they did not swarm toward the indigenous defensive positions like a hive, instead forming a proper skirmish line.

"Master, since the person with the Phoenix Pattern has been found, there is no reason not to approach them." At this moment, Bai Taizong was no longer that radiant, beautiful youth; the rogue expression on his face had vanished, and he simply lowered his head, looking at Master Zhang with great respect as he replied.

Many immortals, unable to withstand the alternating heat and cold within their bodies, collapsed to the ground, their entire bodies burning with fever.

"Do you have any ideas?" Zhou Zhong took out the black ledger he had found at Liu Dazhi’s house to show Deputy Mayor Han, and then recounted everything he had heard.

"Don't even think about it!" Before Li Yongfu could finish speaking, a massive horse-chopping saber had already swung out, its strike heavy and forceful, accompanied by whistling winds as it descended directly upon the pair.

"How could I misunderstand you? You owe Wudang a life, and today is the day it must be repaid!" The cold light radiating from Leng Xiaoyun’s Soul-Drinking Sword was so piercing it threatened to blind the eyes.

The expressions of both that man and Leng Xiaoyun shifted. A figure flashed out—dressed in tawny robes, wearing a tawny mask, and holding a short sword in hand.

Jiang Liushi walked over to one of the bulletin boards and took a look. It was covered in posted missions, each with a reward noted beside it. However, the missions were a bizarre assortment of everything, and the handwriting was inconsistent.

Qiu Cheng did not move an inch, but his expression turned somewhat ugly. He raised his hand, intending to swing; he could slap eight such weaklings away with a single blow.