Chapter 3

With five thousand health points, even if Song Yu used her special operations combat knife, it would still take twenty-six strikes.

Come to think of it, since this building has a health bar, would there be a bounty for "killing" it?

Let's run a test and find out.

Song Yu drew her special operations combat knife from her spatial inventory and hacked toward the icy surface.

The ice was exceptionally hard; the blow sent a numbing vibration straight up her arm.

Song Yu glanced at her interface and saw that a single strike had depleted five points of her stamina.

"Please, sit, sit down. There is no need for such excessive courtesy. We both hold a deep affection for Sister Jue, and we already look upon you as one of our own. Just speak normally, and dispense with the formal bows," Lady Meng said. Though her words were polite, her heart felt sweet.

Once back in her chamber, Junyu pondered a delicate question: To Chu Junyu, what kind of existence was the Chu family?

I was growing impatient as well; ever since I returned from America, Elder Noah had simply dismissed me.

Across the entire firmament, only two men could hover in mid-air: Lord Zongzheng, the Sovereign Zongzheng Jiong, and the Grand Elder Wenren Zhou, who served as the Master of the Elder Hall. The former possessed the great cultivation of the first level of the Void Integration Realm, while the latter had reached the Great Completion of the Spirit Severing Realm.

"Chairman Wu, shall we begin?" an excavator operator shouted loudly as he watched the village women walking toward the edge of the bamboo grove.

"Squad leader, have you ever seen anyone like this?" another sentry asked, his voice suddenly choking with emotion.

Furthermore, one could easily guess that the intention of Chaos was to launch a pincer attack against us. The devourer beast must have wiped out the Southern government along the way before coming to assault us.

In this era, alcohol of this sort was practically nonexistent, and the only thing Yan Qingwan could think of was high-proof spirits. When she used a towel soaked in liquor to wipe Yan Tianyou's body, everyone looked on in sheer astonishment.

All the peacekeeping force members lowered their guns. Though deep down they remained deeply reluctant, they ultimately had to obey orders.

Xu Zi was bundled up tightly in a thick, light-yellow woolen overcoat, knee-high boots, and heavy black stockings. A cascade of pale purple hair swayed freely behind her, and her light makeup made her look like a devastatingly beautiful young woman capable of toppling a nation.

A single work was not yet enough to lift Zhang Fan's ban. If Zhang Fan could continue to produce more exceptional works, the lifting of the ban would naturally follow like water finding its channel.

In this spacetime, the box office earnings would undoubtedly exceed those figures. After all, Harry Potter held an even greater influence now, the market was more mature, and the special effects were vastly superior.

After all, she knew that whenever Chen Chulean set his mind to something, his methods could only be described as "insane."

Suddenly, Yuan Yulun noticed that the young man from earlier was still relentlessly battering the already pulp-like zombie with a steel pipe. Yuan Yulun immediately shouted to the people inside the vehicle.

Guan Yu and Zhang Fei were both warriors capable of matching ten thousand men. With them guarding Liu Bei's side, he could remain safe and sound no matter where they went, complemented by the resourceful Zhuge Liang and the ever-courageous Zhao Zilun.

"Not even close!" The old man gently picked up a piece of low-grade spirit stone, flicked his finger, and the stone instantly crumbled into fine powder.

Another hour passed, and the whirlwind surrounding Zhang Chen grew larger and larger. Fortunately, it was surrounded by a vast stretch of open ground, which prevented too many trees from being damaged. Coupled with the sparse population, Zhang Chen's massive commotion failed to attract the covetous eyes of outsiders.

A moment later, a burly man with a scar across his face, accompanied by a frail, bespectacled man with cunning eyes, brought Cheng Zhen together into the room.

Li Xiuyuan did not entirely believe Luo Jia's words. Her right hand might indeed have been injured by an electric shock like that, but it certainly wasn't caused by a faulty power strip.

Therefore, watching Lin Feng approach, the boxer named Dallas sneered and immediately assumed a fighting stance.

"Actually, the second method is very simple." As Maxingyao spoke, he could not help but chuckle.