Chapter 39: Tearing Through Spacetime, Annihilating the Enemy

Yanye grasped the crucial detail.
Skilled at making sugar figures?
Doesn't that align perfectly with the scene from last night?
"Have you ever eaten the sugar figures from his shop? How is his craftsmanship?"
Yuan Han was about to shake his head, but suddenly recalling something, he changed his tone. "The day I returned, I passed through the town. My uncle was making sugar figures; he called me over and handed me one he had already finished as a gift." The two families lived close by, and having grown up in the same village, they had always maintained some level of contact.

In the sky, the draconic subspecies were strafed by gunfire, whimpering as they scattered in all directions. Students poked their heads out, observing their surroundings.
Xiao Chu had originally intended to return straight to the school dormitory, but Qin Siyu firmly disagreed; she insisted on staying here to keep him company.
But would Angers care about him? He only cared about whether he could plunge the folding knife in his hand into the Dragon King's heart and spinal cord.
As for JRE, it had always been the most vital secret of the Xuheng Continent; one could say it was the most advanced intelligence agent in the world today.
Qin Qingsong led his film crew to a studio base in Shuzhou City, where, following Xiao Chu's requirements, they began setting up various filming scenes.
An Lingyin hadn't intended to laugh, but as she looked at the screen, she couldn't help but reveal a hint of smugness while she typed.
They ate junk food like burgers and fries, yet tried to prove that these were healthy foods.
The rain outside began to drizzle again. Qin Fei had slept in the afternoon; she felt unwell now, but wasn't the least bit sleepy.
And if Luo Fan added broth, that would be another issue; it would cause the deep-fried stinky tofu to lose its crisp texture from being soaked too long, significantly affecting the taste.
The tower top was as high as the giant sequoias, about thirty zhang tall, towering more than ten zhang above the rest of the forest.

"I have no regrets, it is just a pity that our ideals remain unfulfilled. I am not reconciled, not reconciled at all. Lord Chu, you must realize our vision of overthrowing Yang Guang's tyranny." Thinking this to himself, Wang Bozhong embraced his inevitable death as he charged to meet Cheng Yaojin, who was approaching rapidly.
"Thank you! Brother Xiong! For your sake, my heart will always be kind!" 'Xiaoxiao' nodded very earnestly. After speaking, she suddenly threw herself into Brother Xiong's arms, hoping to feel his heartbeat once more to prove her devotion.
By the time the group reached the ground floor, Ma Peng had driven his BMW there today. To save face and bolster his courage, he had also arranged a mid-range SUV for his henchmen.
"Your Highness, Your Highness, I’ve finally found you! The abbot of the Taoist temple has been waiting in the front parlor for two hours. I’ve been searching for you everywhere, and I’ve finally found you." Just as Yang Jiong was lost in his fantasies, a family retainer ran up, panting heavily.
Should the jackals and lions lurking in the shadows suddenly revolt, he could quickly launch a counterattack, inflicting the greatest possible damage on both humans and magical beasts.
Every battle was, without a doubt, a total thrashing. After being beaten, he would quietly depart amidst the opponent's disdainful gaze, continuing his path toward becoming a powerhouse. How many hardships were there in this process? How many life-and-death ordeals?
Jun Yang suddenly felt that his past had been somewhat pathetic. He had long since practiced this soul attack, but he had never known its true power, so he hadn't used it in his fights with others.
Duke Baoluote and the others didn't pay much attention, but Countess A shivered and signaled her husband to look at who the person behind them was. The Count turned around and greeted the mysterious figure, his attitude as warm as if they were old acquaintances who went to the tavern for drinks together every day.
"If it’s lost, let it be. I will take it back tenfold, a hundredfold in the future!" Hearing Zhangsun Wuji's words, Li Shimin clenched his fists tightly. In this way, he was like a homeless vagrant; even if the Guanzhong region could be held, there would be no share for him, as Li Yuan would not allow him to take over.
Although the five great councils of the Mage Association were ostensibly elected by all mages, they were actually backed by powerful merchant guilds.
Cui Jinglan stepped forward helplessly; he was hesitating, wondering whether he should quietly slip away or go along with him.
She glanced at Tang Lele, who had returned safely, and felt a bitter taste in her heart. How could this female have returned unscathed after going to the Mad Lion Tribe? It must be because of Brother Asen.
Then, she changed into clean clothes, tidied her hair in an uncharacteristic display of care, shouldered her bag, and prepared to head out.
If one didn't know the grudge between them, one would truly think they were old friends who hadn't met for years.
Now that the enemy had received his due punishment, turning from young to old in an instant, the taste was surely not pleasant.

Gu Chengxi smiled lightly. Her answer was actually a bit vague, but the child didn't notice at all. She knew that it was normal for Chu Feng, Chu Luo, and Vermillion Bird to know, but where did Black Tortoise pop up from?
Of course, it wasn't that he hadn't been trapped, but after much experience on the battlefield, Philip had learned to skillfully avoid the foods that would make him wish for death.
Now that one dean and two vice-deans had personally come forward to rebuke Elder Yang, the latter no longer had the face to pursue the matter further.
The leader of the ten thousand soldiers left behind by Su Qianyu saw that there was no one inside and immediately led his troops to charge in.
You Huo had just turned from behind that pile of machinery, his tall figure leaving a blurry outline in the night.
The blacksmith frowned. Of the metals Li Jian mentioned, he had only heard of iron, titanium, and platinum; the rest were unheard of to him.
He died. His last moment of awakening conscience was not enough to make up for his past deeds, so he went to hell and lived there for a long time. Suddenly, one day, he was brought before the Demon King.
Although Vanessa was several ranks lower than Sylvanas, there were only the two elves on the tower, so she naturally did not treat her second sister as a superior.
He wanted to take Xuanyuan Qingzi and escape, but more swords attacked from all directions, leaving absolutely nowhere to run.
"What is there to brag about being defeated? Honestly, I could do it too," said another of the Eight-Foot Azure Dragons.
Just as Chu Tao reached the eighth level of the Qi Refining Stage, the final exams for the first semester of his sophomore year began.
A-Qing flew rapidly toward that patch of trees and flowers. Before reaching the spot, she transformed into several vines, like a cluster of vipers, and vanished into the lush greenery. Although her physical body—a mixture of Jianmu, breathing soil, and wood spirit—was gone, her instinct to transform into vines remained.