Volume 1, Chapter 67: Battle Is Imminent

The arrow rain poured down, howling as it tore through the night sky. The guards raised their blades to block, forced to retreat step by step. With a flash of his figure, Lu Yunduan closed in on the woman, his five fingers curving like hooks to seize a corner of the topographic map.

In front of the mirror, her waterfall-like, glossy black hair was coiled into a simple bun atop her head, secured at the very front by an exquisite crown inlaid with five hundred and twenty diamonds, radiating a brilliant luster under the refraction of the lights.

Dragon Corpse Island stirred, and the Dragonfolk departed with tears in their eyes. Viewed from afar, the entire island seemed to stretch out, transforming into the shape of a true dragon.

Suddenly, Ruyi sensed something amiss behind her. Without even turning her head, she flicked her wrist, sending several silver needles flying like lightning into the darkness.

Yixin said excitedly, "Most people don't know about this exclusive interview. Even those who have read it only know who was interviewed, but have no idea which reporter conducted it."

The fire-ox formation had failed. Not only had it sacrificed over a thousand elite Sui soldiers, but it also delivered a thousand yellow oxen to the Turks as provisions. This feeling of trying to steal a chicken only to lose the rice left everyone deeply depressed and harboring quiet grievances toward Zhou Cheng.

Just as Ji Ruomin was feeling touched, she was struck by a metaphorical blow to the head and cried out aggrievedly, "Darling, look at her, she's bullying people again. You've practically..." She wanted to say "you've practically been wiping my body for me every day," but of course, she couldn't say that aloud.

"As the dignified Marquis of Glory of the Great Sui, how can you act so childishly, trying to sow discord? Heh, do you think that's going to work?" Li Mi sneered, his expression indifferent, though inwardly he was gritting his teeth in hatred.

Although she had only heard of top-tier elite families like the Lu family and the Rong family through her father's accounts, she had imagined that such prestigious clans would be full of treacherous scheming. She never expected them to be completely different from what she had envisioned.

When dealing with a big brute, meeting his strength head-on was unwise. Therefore, Chen Sheng did not block the giant's palm directly; instead, he circled around, twined his arm around the big man's limb, and immediately moved to slash the giant's throat.

Ji Ruomin could barely walk and couldn't go very far, yet she couldn't be carried the entire way. Fortunately, the trunk of the Chrysler was spacious enough. Xu Xia placed the wheelchair flat inside, left the lid propped open with a securing strap, and easily brought it along.

The Great Toad Sage sat upon a stone chair. It remained silent, eyes closed, seemingly asleep yet perhaps not.

At such close distance, spatial teleportation of a hundred meters was useless; the Lightning Release Chakra Mode was useless; even the Complete Body Susanoo was useless. This power could not be met head-on by anything short of the Six Paths Tier; only Izanagi would do.

Whenever he recalled Guren's confidence upon leaving, a surge of hot blood rose within Lin Luo's heart, especially when he remembered her slick, voluptuous, and irresistible body, which made his blood boil even more.

What worried him was that the censor officials were beginning to impeach Meng Zhao for corruption and embezzlement, with conclusive evidence that far exceeded the thousand loads of grain and provisions supplied by Duke Jiang.

In truth, she had originally only intended to follow the rules dutifully, keeping the words "debt repayment" deeply engraved in her heart without entertaining excessive expectations.

In fact, saying this went against her true feelings. Su He possessed a modern perspective and never chased after trends when it came to clothing; she always favored a simple, elegant style centered on her own preferences.

"There is nothing worth seeing in that place, not a single decent soul. Dead is dead." Cao Liangyin's words threatened to instantly bring the conversation to an end.

"Yuanhua," Zhu Youjian let go of Yuan Chonghuan, who was guiltily gazing at the floor, and called upon Sun Yuanhua first.

Before holding this meeting, Liu Yaxing had clearly made ample preparations. Upon hearing the Chief's question, she immediately began her report.

As for Zhonghao's divine incarnation, which anchored various divine fruit positions and had now entered the netherworld to evolve the eighteen layers of hell, it likewise triggered numerous anomalies. High above in the firmament, the imperial star of the Emperor of the South Pole shone brightly, pouring its radiance entirely into the Nuwa Palace beyond the heavens, merging with the impending Sun and Moon Gourd.

Before Shen Lang had even arrived, he had already transmitted his voice to Luo Qingzhou and the others, who brought all the hostages out from the spaceship first.

The title of Saint Master, though still regarded among the human race as an alias for Zhonghao, had actually been passed down by Zhonghao to Cangjie. The so-called Saint Master was the teacher of humanity. Since humanity was now the protagonist of heaven and earth, this position carried immense weight. To continue bestowing it upon Zhonghao would be beneficial neither to the human race nor to Zhonghao himself.

An hour later, gazing at his cramped resting space merely six feet wide, a certain person let out a long sigh toward the heavens, and from then on vanished completely without a trace.

After the spatial fissures appeared in the wake of the heavenly tribulation just now, he had eagerly anticipated what kind of world lay beyond. Now, the feeling remained—wondering what kind of environment this path would lead to.

Farewells are bound to come. Early the next morning, the four of them waved goodbye. There were not many words exchanged; they were all hardened men fighting for their lives in the outside world and could not afford to be overly sentimental.

Instead, the pool water surged even more violently, imbued with an almost joyful and encouraging yearning to be "absorbed."

A young man squatted on the ground, using a small brush to clean a double-handled green-glazed pottery vessel from the Eastern Han dynasty, his left hand missing a finger.

The young master seemed to feel that cursing was not enough to vent his anger, so he delivered a few more vicious kicks. Feeling somewhat relieved, he then set off to pursue Su Jun.

Because Ming Fan was naturally skilled at cooking, and after coming to this world and watching Ah Xiang cook in Shanghai for so many years, he had managed to learn new dishes. Moreover, Ming Fan's school frequently held activities involving visits to various restaurants for inspection and study—participation was voluntary, of course, and strictly guaranteed not to interfere with his studies.