56 Garbage Planet (1)

Although Kala could easily dodge the opponent’s beam and swiftly close in to deal with him, his dignity as a man would not permit such a course of action. Instead, he staggered toward the Winter Soldier lying on the ground, one leg’s armor already destroyed, making him look like a cripple.

The situation unfolded much as she expected. Natasha briefly recounted what had happened, and the two engaged in casual conversation, their words drifting aimlessly.

“I’m glad to meet Mr. Jiang as well,” Blue Star thought Jiang Xiaoyun had come to defend Fan Jingyun, but was surprised when Jiang Xiaoyun uttered not a single word of reproach.

One by one, their eager eyes watched from afar. Whenever there was food or supplies to be delivered, they scrambled to come and help.

“It’s just a scratch,” Blue Star replied with a frown, without revealing to Duke Zhiyuan that Jiang Bojin had injured her on purpose.

A red barrier appeared before Thanos, like an impenetrable shield, repelling Jarvis’s attack.

After kicking Brother Chen aside, Xia Mei didn’t spare him a glance. Instead, she hurriedly pulled a robe from her own storage to cover the exposed body of Qiangzi’s mother.

He was holding a dossier found early that morning by the police, which he handed to Duke Zhiyuan.

Yun Ci rolled her eyes; it was clearly her benefactor who sought her out, not the other way around. She wasn’t looking for trouble—why was her life being trifled with so inexplicably?

The horse seemed almost sentient, as if it understood Wang Tianjie was trying to save it, nodding repeatedly toward Wang Tianjie and Shi Qingcheng.

His one bright eye had already glimpsed death, yet viewed it calmly. The other, scarred by a blade, was cold and indifferent. The saber on his back radiated murderous intent—it had tasted blood, claimed lives. Whenever it left its sheath, someone was destined to die: either you, or him.

Once again, both sides collided fiercely; Duanmu Yang’s attack was dispelled by Yang Fan’s Chiyou Demon Scripture.

“You’re a traitor of the Phantom Feather, and as for me—let’s just say I can’t stand the Demon Emperor’s rule. Our ultimate goal is the same: to overthrow the Demon Emperor. Surely we can cooperate?” Song Li smiled, confidence brimming in his eyes.

He could never forget the day seven years ago—the most tragic moment of his life. His family destroyed, his home lost, and he himself reduced from the son of a warlord to a beggar wandering foreign lands. Even his beloved wife was separated from him during their escape.

Though they had fled hundreds or thousands of miles, they were now closer to the second rest point. This breakout was not a retreat to the first rest point, but a dash toward the second.

“Heh, you don’t trust your own bartending? No matter how much I drink, your cocktails never get me drunk. Besides, what’s wrong with being sixteen? I started drinking at twelve, and haven’t had any problems!” Ling Han waved off the concern, handing a drink to Chen Shihao.

Now, a dozen extraordinary figures had descended, their strength no less than the experts of the Demon Realm.

This breakthrough had greatly exceeded Song Li’s expectations. Regardless, cultivation was a grueling endeavor.

“Sensitive as ever, are you, Vortex Clan? You don’t need to know who I am. I’ve come to claim what never belonged to you,” Black Absolute pointed at Nagato’s eyes, grinning. His half-black body appeared especially sinister and terrifying.

“You wretch, overreaching yourself. Let me show you my Heaven-Shaking Seal!” Yuan Hong shouted, his palm flashing as a three-inch stone cube appeared.

Behind Huang Taiji stood the commander of Korea’s Eight Banners, sent by the king of Joseon, named Park Buhua. Under his command was a five-thousand-strong musket regiment, fairly well-equipped.

He steeled his heart, frantically channeling spiritual energy; his power suddenly surged. The sword’s glow stretched ten feet. If his opponent weren’t Yang Yan, he might already have won.

Ahead, in the night sky, about fifty kilometers away, a dazzling fireball flashed and then vanished. The An Island land-based missile defense system responded first, attacking with laser weapons and destroying the missile in one strike.

Suddenly, the trees beneath his feet toppled silently; Wusheng darted to another tree, which also collapsed.

After reporting his name and rank, Wang Da gestured politely, his manner clearly that of a martial artist.

Bai Shu’s expression changed. This was exactly the situation he feared—if so, he and Xiao Yurou were in grave danger.

Indeed, Ye Xian was busy attending to patients. Yun Bell once again brought a lunchbox to Ye Xian’s clinic.

That night, Yuan Mingxuan received information from Fang Congzhe, Huang Jiashan, and Li Linbin. After cross-checking and verifying, he managed to slip out of the city, leading his retainers back to Liaoyang under cover of darkness.

“Tong Lexi, enough. Don’t say another word.” Xu Mosen shoved Tong Lexi’s shoulder, his piercing gaze cold and sinister. His hand at his side clenched and relaxed, again and again, as he struggled to restrain his erupting anger.

Li Liu climbed onto the window, turned his back to the outside, and began to jump down gently. When he landed on the second-story ledge, he grabbed the window with his hand and continued to climb down.

There was no opening theme, but the tone was noticeably oppressive. Several shots of Liao Luo hitting Yang Tian were disturbing, and the soundtrack only heightened the discomfort.