Chapter 101: The Modern-Day Killing God

"Brother Zhang, how much longer until the auction starts?" Ye Cheng turned to look at Zhang Jimin beside him.

"It’s about to start soon," Zhang Jimin replied, glancing at his watch, the hands pointing exactly to seven o’clock.

"Good, it’s almost time. The Snow Mountain...

The nuclear weapons in country H were assigned by Mo Xun’er to Fang Yan’s people for retrieval, and they won’t be brought back to headquarters. Instead, they’ll remain at the satellite launch base. After all, Mo Fan’s exposure there would be far from ideal.

Setting other matters aside, judging purely from Xu Chengtian’s cultivation and methods, Yan Hong couldn’t help but admire him. Such a figure is unquestionably a core disciple even within Lianyun Sect, let alone in a second-rate sect like Tianjian Sect.

Behind the scenes, watching the battle, Xu Hongru’s eyes were bloodshot, as if he wanted to devour the soldiers of Hanwei Battalion alive. Yet, facing the steadfast Hanwei formation, he was utterly helpless.

Suddenly, perhaps because it was late, a wave of drowsiness washed over Wang Jin, his eyelids growing heavy, longing for sleep.

In truth, his words came from a moment of excitement, an attempt to comfort Lianyan. Breaking through the spiritual barrier set by Ye Jincheng, the former leader of the Purple Qi Sect, would not be easy for a mere purple-robed servant like him. He did not believe he could accomplish it so casually.

Li Hao rose and shook hands politely with Qian Zhuanning, then invited him and Yu Lu to sit on the sofa for a brief discussion about the contract related to this matter.

After Qingluan entered, Yun Zifei seemed unmoved, but Feng Qianyu caught a faint shadow flicker at the side of the sofa. The zither box that had been resting there suddenly disappeared. Without the zither box by her side, where could Yun Zifei have hidden such a large case?

Pedestrians on the street gradually stopped to watch the passing bloodied corpse. They showed neither curiosity nor panic.

"Flames have always been our nemesis. The reason my subordinates fear fire is that they haven’t consolidated their bone bodies or cultivated the Netherworld Ghost Fire. Only at my level does one cease to fear flames," the Ghost Fire said proudly.

Sister Jin Manna held her ragdoll cat in a daze, unsure of what to do. She knew her younger sister had been distressed over charity live streams these past few days, but felt powerless to help ease her worries.

The indomitable and formidable arena of the Boundary City flickered with protective array lights even without Su Haoran showing his strength. It seemed almost sentient with fear, as if dreading that a single exertion from Su Haoran would shatter the platform.

This abandoned factory area truly seemed riddled with hidden mechanisms. Judging by the current state, it was likely the leaders of the New Lian Development Zone Management Committee would lose their jobs. What use is the Planning and Construction Bureau if they can’t even oversee this? Are their only duties to sell land?

Chen Xiner was beginning to dread the thought. She knew about the Twelve Zodiac Talismans—if Su Haoran truly unleashed all his trump cards, what level of actual combat power would he achieve?

The rocket’s trajectory passed near another parallel hovering vehicle. This vehicle was unlike the one beneath Gao Feng’s feet. The one below was at best a civilian bus, but the parallel vehicle resembled a World War II armored train—more powerful, and imbued with a stronger sci-fi aesthetic.

Honestly, Han Le didn’t understand. He was confused but had to admit it felt somewhat impressive—like grasping something but, upon reflection, understanding nothing at all. In other words, he had been completely bamboozled.

Although still slightly short of the supreme, defiant dominator of history, that tiny gap was as vast as heaven and earth."