Volume 1 Chapter 42: The First Battle

Lu Yunduan’s gaze swept across the soldiers beside him; every face was etched with resolve and courage. He knew these men were prepared to die, but he would not let them sacrifice their lives in vain.

Tris, who had been keeping a close eye on Zhang Ning, smiled cruelly as he watched Zhang Ning meet the fire dragon with nothing but his fists, while the burly man couldn't bear to watch and squeezed his eyes shut.

The captain of the guards was consumed by rage. "After him! Even if he flees to the ends of the earth, I want him captured!"

He hurriedly tidied up his meal box and tossed it into the trash. Upon returning, he glanced at Xu Jingyou’s portion, which had already gone completely cold.

After finishing her morning meal, Xia Rao began to inquire in detail about the tea from the previous day. Once she had a clear understanding of the situation, she whispered a few words to Yingchun.

When the Second Elder arrived at the Patriarch’s estate, the courtyard was packed with thousands of guards. Seeing them all poised for action, it was clear they were preparing for a military expedition.

However, that excitement vanished the moment Uncle Chen recalled Lin Tian’s current condition.

For a moment, Song Xiyue’s mind began to race. Since Xiao Zheng had decent abilities and was, after all, her husband—and divorce seemed impossible—perhaps she should set about remolding him into a titan of the business world?

"Lin Tian, I have a heart condition. Why aren't you placing the needles near my heart?" Shi Cheng asked, his face full of bewilderment.

From the moment Jin Lin had seen the state of the three, he sensed something was wrong. They might have been wounded by Yin Zhong, but if Zhao Yun had been sent by Tong Bo to look after them, why had Jin Lin felt such murderous intent the moment she appeared? It was obvious that Zhao Yun intended to kill them while they were injured.

Xiao Zheng was speechless. This woman was so fierce that he wouldn't even dare to tease her, let alone anyone else.

Qin Miao was stunned for a long moment before she finally nodded, gave a soft agreement, and followed in Qin Changning's footsteps toward the interior.

As she thought of this, everything that had happened since arriving in this ancient land flooded her mind. Having finally forged such memories and experienced such a miraculous encounter with Ye Chen, how could she bear to forget it?

Lan Yingzi had been a killer by trade; if not for her tendency to let emotions cloud her judgment, her observational skills would have been no match for Yu Linglong’s. Once her mood calmed slightly, Lan Yingzi helped Yu Linglong search the secret chamber, though she had no idea what it was that Yu Linglong was looking for.

The Yao-Sha duels were once the biggest draw of the Rockets-Lakers games, but after both O'Neal and Yao Ming retired, it all became a memory.

This massive mobilization by the Wu Clan attracted countless eyes. They had remained unresponsive when the Demon Clan established their Heavenly Court, but now, they were making a move of this magnitude.

Wang Xiuying dared not speak again, fearing she might let another bitter remark slip. She listened quietly as Fang Heyi recounted his dreams, his life on the borders of the Southern Frontier, how he had joined his father and brothers in battle at the age of ten after arriving at the frontier at eight, and finally, the recurring dreams he had on the journey back to the capital with his family.

Had Liu Zong and his companions not appeared, the mining cities upstream would have polluted the river with their operations in about thirty to fifty years, inevitably triggering a war with the agricultural cities downstream.

The Master? The mastermind behind the scenes? Who on earth wanted to kidnap her? What was the goal? What was the motive? Ye Chen had promised to return quickly, yet he was long overdue. Had he encountered some trouble?

Hearing Liu Zong’s words, the man was taken aback. He was about to persuade Liu Zong otherwise when he noticed his tightly clenched fists and trembling arms, revealing just how turbulent his heart truly was.

But clearly, the opponents were too weak. Even if they knew the method, they lacked the strength to unleash the full power of the Victory Dragon the moment it was summoned—or perhaps they simply did not know that Zekzex was also a Heaven-Defier.