333: Chapter 333 Heavenly-Rank Spiritual Weapon, Xiao Tian Survived!

The Spirit-Severing Sea, an unknown small island.

The night grew deeper, leaving only the sound of waves crashing against the reefs and the heavy, stifled breathing of the group.

The sense of relief from surviving the disaster had long since vanished, replaced by a deep, anxious unease regarding the unknown.

Seven people gathered together, the atmosphere heavy to the point of suffocation.

Why?

Why did a private jet that was supposed to be flying to the White Eagle Empire deviate from its course without anyone noticing?

"Who says I'm afraid of hard work!" Dabao predictably fell for it, his neck stiffening. "I'm stronger than my little sister, I can do more, and I'm not afraid of hardship or fatigue. I just don't want to listen to—" He glanced at his father, nearly letting the words slip out.

Whenever they encountered battles between Pioneers on the road, if he could distinguish friend from foe, Fu Bin would simply drop a mid-level Entropy Shield from a hundred meters in the air to break the balance, then fly off, leaving them to resolve the rest themselves.

Qi Muyu hung up the phone; the implication was that he did not wish to continue chatting with Zhang Zhuyuan. He had neither accepted nor refused her invitation; as for whether he would actually go, the decision remained with him.

Converting the information he saw into code was easy enough for Fu Bin, a programmer, to understand. Yet, he was still amazed by Mi's computing power, though upon reflection, it was only natural given that she was the world's most advanced computer program.

After hearing this, the captain of White Snow's eyes lit up. To be honest, he felt this was truly a good opportunity to vie for the title of the number one mercenary group.

After shaking off that Pioneer, the two headed straight for the nearest stronghold. Without any delay on the way, they reached a friendly outpost on the front lines in just over ten minutes.

The village hadn't changed much; the road from the village to the county seat was still that narrow, dusty dirt path. Most of the houses in the village remained the same old mud-walled, tile-roofed structures, with only a few families having built two or three-story brick houses.

However, this was no time to linger. He hurriedly slipped out of the Tang Mansion and ran back to the restaurant.

A moment ago, he had insisted on pursuing Li Sisi, but now he was voluntarily saying he would listen to him; Feng Zijian let out a sigh of relief.

Liao Ming turned and contacted Jack. The news he received was much the same: neither side had used their ultimate moves yet, and both felt confident in their own chances.

"It's also possible that it's unstable; if the oscillation amplitude is too large, the situation will be quite different," Ying Zhexiu added.

According to the records in the first half of the Wind Saint's notes, Long Chen had known for a long time that the Ethereal Ghost Valley was connected to the Soul-Eater Clan.

Realizing that Chen Yang had no ulterior motives, she hurriedly suppressed her embarrassment and lowered her head, trying her best to remain composed, though her pretty face was burning red.

"Drop dead!" The school beauty, Tao, was not some ancient human; she naturally understood what Wang Nuo meant. Strangely, in the past, if anyone had dared to say such things to her, she would have been furious. Yet, when the words came from Wang Nuo, they felt... so normal and right.

"I will arrange this. See you then. The day after tomorrow is Old Master Shen's birthday, and our operation must succeed," I said.

By this time, Zhu Qi had appeared in a place both strange and familiar. He looked up to see a majestic palace standing before him. Above the palace were three characters, and the very strokes seemed to exude a hint of chill.

Inside the large courtyard stood a big tree covered in deep purple blossoms, with a stone table and four stone stools beneath it.

However, it is a common phenomenon for latecomers to be at a disadvantage. Yet, China's industrial sector has developed with such fierce momentum that it is strong enough to allow its financial institutions to enter the international market. Therefore... variables have always existed. Or rather, international institutions have consciously fed these variables right to the mouths of Chinese financial institutions; they have been fishing for years.

"Brother Sha, you are right. I also believe that a person as righteous as our Master would definitely be willing to sacrifice his looks—no, sacrifice himself—for the Holy Monk!" Niu Shisan chimed in.