Chapter 50: Song Yuting's Confession

The sudden slap left Li Ao momentarily dazed.

Then, his face twisted in a ferocious expression of utter disbelief: "You brat, how dare you hit me?!"

Filled with furious rage, a powerful murderous intent erupted from Li Ao.

He had actually been struck by a mere remnant of the Qin family?

"Uncle Li, kill him!" Li Ao shouted loudly at the old man beside him.

This scene also shocked everyone present.

Throughout the Song family, everyone believed that Qin Feng had completely lost his mind.

Daring to strike Young Master Li, could he possibly expect a good outcome?

"Young Master Li, please wait a moment!" Seeing her granddaughter's pleading look, Elder Song immediately cried out.

"Elder, I respect you as an elder, but this person has insulted me. I advise you best not to..."

"You two generals have worked tirelessly stationed in Sili. Coming here this time, our lord has also sent me to convey his regards to all generals and the soldiers of the three armies." Zhang Liao and Zhang He exchanged military salutes, while Guo Jia returned the salute and said with a smile. As the Supporter of the Passes guarding Hangu Pass, Gao Shun could not easily leave his post.

However, this time they also brought a helper whose appearance bore a striking resemblance to Liu Xianlong, though his gaze was cold, and he looked much more mature than Liu Xianlong, completely lacking the frivolous arrogance that clung to him.

The accuracy was vastly improved, and the muzzle velocity of the artillery shell reached an astonishing 3,900 meters per second, roughly twelve times the speed of sound.

"What does the General mean?" Chu Fan was stunned for a moment at the words, then began to ponder. Liao Hua's words could not be wrong, and a moment later, his eyes lit up as he looked back at the general.

Suddenly, a thousand grandmaster-level experts charged toward the energy boundary of the Northern Nether Sword Sect, rushing to slaughter the six hundred and ninety-three grandmasters of the sect.

With a single thought from Mo Qingfeng, mechanisms sprang out within the room, countless mechanical weapons locking onto Ouyang Huangshang, ready to execute him on the spot at the slightest impulse.

A tiny fraction of fragments drifted into the void, and then, bit by bit, they coalesced until they finally condensed into a faint, candlelight-like glow.

Wei Youruo let out a soft cry of surprise at her husband's sudden intimate gesture, melting helplessly into Xiao Yi's embrace. How could she fail to understand the implication behind her husband's words? A wave of warmth instantly flooded her heart! Yet in her mind, her husband's official duties were heavier than the heavens; what official business could possibly surpass an audience with the Emperor?

All the inner strength and profound Qi within their bodies transformed into a beam of light, fiercely pouring into the yellow crown of Young Lord Fang Chen.

Although Lin Yifeng intended to visit the Qin family to discuss matters related to their fight to the death, truth be told, until the Chen family officially accepted the Zhang family's challenge, the matter was not truly all that urgent.

The nine ancient physiques, exceedingly rare in later eras, were by no means everywhere during the primordial age, yet he had heard tales of many.

Ever since the incident involving Bing Ruhai, however, very few among those who came to challenge dared to fight Xiao Fan to the death.

"Not at all." Jiang Tong was full of confidence. Even if his talent fell short of Li Luo's, he could make up for it through diligence; even if he could not surpass him, he certainly wouldn't lag far behind.

Just a moment before, both sides had been cheering together over the arrival of peace, yet this left the governor feeling as though he were dreaming. In the blink of an eye, however, the place was littered with corpses, while King Silla, Xiru Li, had outlived many and was still breathing, his eyes wide open as he stared fixedly at Sima Ji.

The spiritual Qi of the surrounding area rolled and converged like a milky-white rainbow, creating a peculiar and breathtaking spectacle.

"Ah Jiao, I don't blame you. Did you come here looking for me?" Based on Ye Fan's impression of Leng Xingchen, this fellow was not one for smiles, so he kept his expression very plain.

Having reached Yan Yunchen's current level of cultivation, all his bodily functions and organs operated entirely at the command of his own will without a single flaw.

Liu Ye and Meng Shangyang raised their brows, murderous intent shrouding them, but under a single glance from Shiyin, they all unwillingly quieted down.

Upon seeing this object, Ye Zihao's expression turned quite astonished, as if a sense of déjà vu washed over him.

Luo Chen immediately released his spiritual sense, enveloping the entire Firmament Continent, and began repairing it using his own power combined with the cosmic essence.

Whether this storm had truly settled, and whether Mo Chen's massacre of tens of millions of soldiers was the right choice or wrong from the very beginning—

The meal was enjoyed by both host and guests alike. Bai Yaozu and Lady Meng were no fools; they knew Bai Mujin had not merely invited them to dine, but more importantly, to declare their stance and warn them against carelessly aligning with the wrong faction.

This kind of protection was untainted by any ulterior motives, flowing forth as naturally as breath itself.

At that moment, Shimu Kun sat astride the back of the infant flame dragon, whose fleshy wings beat forcefully to fend off the howling sandstorm surging up from below.

The trade convention indeed produced a wealth of rare treasures, but they were items meant for ghost cultivators, which Luo Ning and the others had no use for. Although Yeming was also a soul entity, he did not cultivate the ghost path, and the cultivation methods of ten thousand years ago differed from the present day, rendering those items useless to him as well. Consequently, the group was shown to their respective chambers by the attendants.

Shen Long glanced at those beside him and said nothing more, knowing that speaking further would inevitably arouse his parents' suspicions. What he had already said was quite enough.

"There are indeed many traces of battle, but nothing more specific can be analyzed," Qing鸾 observed, having gathered some information by then.

"Take this compass; it will guide you to the destination." With those words, a compass floated before Tepuka Ryan.

No matter what, he was flesh and blood of the Murong family and his older brother's son; how could he simply ignore him?

"He said he heard you came back specially to help, and asked me to thank you properly," Shen Zhen said, finding it both exasperating and amusing.

Furthermore, this fierce tiger was deeply respectful toward Ye Tian. The moment he recognized Ye Tian, he had knelt to apologize and beg for forgiveness, showing a very commendable attitude of remorse. Not wanting to press his advantage mercilessly, Ye Tian simply spared his life.

Having rested for just a single day, such a massive crisis erupted within the palace. Hearing the news, Xiao Jiang沅 cast aside all excuses, packed her gear, and hurried straight over.

At that moment, Wild Bear was diligently cultivating the Profound Cloud Arts without a moment's rest, unaware even that Ye Tian had returned injured.