Volume One, Chapter 27: The Barefoot Fear No One Wearing Shoes

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Seeing the leader's hammer deflected, the second brother, Zhang Lei, immediately lunged forward. He raised his gold-plated mace and smashed it down toward Lu Bu. Lu Bu calmly raised his eighteen-foot-long spear to parry, once again knocking Zhang Lei’s mace aside with a single stroke.

Chen Xu rubbed the branches between his hands, creating a harsh, grating sound as he spun like a high-speed top.

The four-star Dou Sheng fire slave, sensing a powerful suction force, slammed his giant blood-colored axe into the ground and gripped the handle with both hands, resisting the immense pull.

Eventually, Ye Jie and the Black Emperor set off on the road to Yaochi. The Black Emperor held his head high and chest out, looking incredibly arrogant. With such a powerful expert by his side, he was no longer afraid of anyone causing trouble; in fact, he was hoping for it.

In particular, with the French army of seventy or eighty thousand marching south, Ferdinand II had no confidence in the Kingdom of Aragon taking them on alone.

There were at least dozens of firearms in the vicinity, including pistols, numerous machine guns, submachine guns, and semi-automatic rifles.

"Everyone, please look at the video clip on the big screen. Once Tesla’s autonomous vehicles are equipped with artificial intelligence, what changes will actually occur?" on stage, the CEO of Tesla pointed to the screen as he spoke.

Earlier, the three of them had attacked together and were still no match for Tuo Luo; he figured he wouldn't even be a snack for this giant.

Li Zetian gave a faint smile, appearing completely indifferent, as if he were talking about ten or twenty dollars instead of 20 billion.

"You don't need to understand these things now. If you have the destiny, you will naturally know once you reach the rank of Martial Saint. However, I can tell you one thing: the 'Emperor' standing before you is merely a projection, not my true self," Emperor Fang Xueqiu replied.

After successfully convincing Zheng Xuan to accept the proposal that "everyone is equal before morality," Lu Bu paid visits to Grand Tutor Cai Yong, Grand Preceptor Ma Ridi, and Grand Guardian Huang Wan, among other great Confucian scholars. He also met with scholars like Guan Ning, Wang Lie, Wang Lang, and Hua Xin to discuss the concept of "equality before morality."

In Si Junhao’s villa, even the bedding in the guest room had been carefully selected. Ai Mu hadn't slept in such a soft, comfortable bed for a long time. As she lay down, surrounded by the delicate texture, she couldn't help but let out a soft sigh.

Bo Yin rarely drove, but she was quite skilled. The car moved smoothly along the highway without a single ripple.

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Yue Yang crossed his arms, looking Yue Ming up and down like a hunter admiring his freshly caught prey.

PS: The Jia family is truly a unique wonder of the Three Kingdoms era; I only just discovered this while writing these chapters.

As soon as he stepped out, he heard a door click. Si Junhao walked out of the master bedroom next door, dressed in a sharp suit.

However, the moment her forehead touched the ground, someone pulled her off the vehicle, clutching her tightly in his arms and pinning her down. The unsettling sensation of weightlessness vanished, replaced by a wave of scorching heat rushing toward her from all sides.

"..." Was she praising Yin Gezhi, or herself? Qiao Tangjie was stunned. He shook his head, thinking, how could a young lady be as shameless as Prince Xiao? It couldn't be; it must have been his imagination.

Everyone in the building heard the noise, and some gossiping girls in the lobby stretched their necks, relishing the spectacle.

Because printing and papermaking techniques were constantly improving, the cost of newspapers became lower and lower. Lu Bu spared no expense—investing nearly ten million coins—to distribute newspapers and placards throughout Xuzhou via various channels, exposing the ugly truth about Liu Bei.

Deep down, she secretly added, of course, if not for Feng Jiuyou, Jun Yin would not be here today; she would have long since died at the bottom of the cliff, in the ten-fathom deep pool.

Qian Jin looked at the white-haired youth and felt he truly couldn't understand him anymore. This man seemed to see through everything. Suddenly, Qian Jin thought: Judas? Wasn't that the traitor who betrayed Jesus? The man who committed suicide out of remorse—was the man before him also bearing that fate?

Of course, Hu Tiehua kept interjecting and adding his own commentary, afraid that I might let his "great achievements" slip through the cracks.

It was primarily a rebellion driven by the Zhu imperial clan in their struggle for power. Coincidentally, many of these rebellious acts actually succeeded.

The seven of them cared for Fang Yao with genuine sincerity, and Fang Yao understood this. However, he did not want them to take risks; even though they were following far behind Ma Junwu and the others, it was still quite dangerous.

Hetian gave a cold smile. Although he was wary of the sword thrust by Shi Qingyun, he did not back down. He slid his body to the side, and his iron hand, coated with deadly poison, thrust toward Shi Qingyun.

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Although Niu Niu had lost her biological mother, there was no shortage of people around her who truly cared for her. She had cried and fussed during the first few days, but she gradually grew close to those around her, eventually believing what the adults told her and waiting obediently for her mother, who had gone on a "long journey," to return.

Although it felt hopeless, it had to be done. Qian Jin believed he should shoulder this pressure; that was what a man was supposed to do.

"Is... it... you?" Huo Ningyan’s speech was slurred. With drunken, misty eyes, she looked at Chu Fei and shook her head, her consciousness hazy. Then, she slumped onto Chu Fei, falling asleep as if he were a pillow.

"Yes, Chairman." The driver received the order and decisively chose to put the car in reverse, speeding toward the direction of the overpass.

Accompanying him were two chancellors from the Secretariat, Zhao Bing of the Zongwei Prefecture, and General Wang Shuang, who currently held a post in the Imperial Guard.

"With your strength, Brother Long, are you really willing to let these spirits of illusion and reality go?" Ji Xiaoyan looked at Long Xing and smiled.

"Then, the two lucky grand prize winners, please follow me inside to change your clothes!" the sales clerk gestured for them to follow.

Dong Ming could not bear to give up. It was like drinking poison to quench thirst; even knowing it was lethal, he would drink it willingly.

With a crisp "clang," the scimitar struck the spear heavily. Yao Si-yuan felt his hands go completely numb and instinctively let go. The spear flew from his grip, and he lost his balance due to the immense force of the scimitar, falling from his horse and crashing heavily onto the ground.

By the time he reached the door of Qin Ting's house, he was drenched in sweat. Several students were just coming out, seemingly having visited her.