Chapter 122: Speechless

Shu Yiming and Ouyang Zhuo were taken aback. Staring at the person before them, they thought they must have seen wrong. After a moment of hesitation, they stepped forward and asked, "What has happened to you?"

However, Wan Chaoyang seemed not to hear them at all, only shouting, "There’s a ghost!"

Seeing this, Shu Yiming did not say another word and simply slapped him...

Lu Ping did not feel particularly moved. He would have done the same in his position; it was merely a prudent way to protect oneself, and who knew what else might be going on in his mind?

He ladled a bowl of chicken soup, added a generous amount of salt, and soaked the yellow steamed buns in it, making them much easier to swallow. Seeing this, Hei Wa followed Wang Xingxin’s lead and soaked his own buns in the soup as well. Before long, he had wolfed down six buns and three large bowls of chicken soup.

As this dark red spear appeared, a reddish-brown hurricane roared and swirled into existence out of thin air.

Jiang Min was alarmed, fearing that Li Tian or another front had suffered defeat and that the enemy from the rear had caught up. He immediately gathered over fifty soldiers and charged toward the sound of battle. However, it was soon proven that these were not pursuers from the rear, but scouts sent from a nearby market town.

The single-horned demon spirit opened its scarlet maw, and a misty vapor instantly permeated the air. The source of the sacred fire flashing from the Kusanagi Sword hissed and crackled as its glow dimmed.

The government had suddenly decided to execute Fire Fist Ace publicly at Marineford, and the Whitebeard Pirates had every reason to attempt a rescue. A war between two behemoths was on the verge of breaking out—a war that would determine the future of the world was imminent! Heavy, dark clouds had already gathered over the vast sea.

While he waited, Empress Wu Zetian began to play her hand. After Princess Honghua had spent two days and nights at the Prince of Huaiyang’s residence, the Empress summoned both Murong Nuohebo and Princess Honghua to the palace early on the third morning for a talk.

As they neared their destination, the soldiers’ faces lit up with joyful smiles. They chatted softly, imagining what the Gray Mist Forest would truly be like.

After walking for a while, Deng Fei suddenly said, "There is a salt well here." Following his gesture, the group looked over to see a natural well not far away. Upon closer inspection, they saw white crystals inside; what else could it be but salt?

As for the old shaman who had just led Bulihei onto the meadow, only a shaman of one’s own tribe would lead the tribe's warriors to the competition grounds. Thus, this old shaman must have come with the Lashejia tribe, rather than being a shaman invited from the capital.

"Good technique. My master’s high assessment of you is well-deserved," Silver said, his tone revealing a hint of admiration. Yet, his body swayed as he lunged toward Gu Fengchun once more.

Chu Qinghan sighed inwardly. As expected, the initiative now rested entirely in Ye Xian’s hands; they could no longer hide this matter from him.

Third Master Yuan dared not touch the wall, so he grabbed Liu Yucheng’s arm, trying to pull his hand away. To his surprise, it was as if the wall were glued to Liu Yucheng’s hand; no matter how hard he pulled, he could not budge it.

Liao Xi’s gaze swept across the room, and he could not help but sense something unusual. What was this? Puzzled, Liao Xi led his men inside. It looked simple enough, but the objects within were crafted with such exquisite ingenuity that Liao Xi was inwardly startled.

Geniuses enjoy more privileges than ordinary people because they will bear greater responsibilities in the future.

Meanwhile, this intrusion incident was reported to the military high command, and the intelligence report specifically noted the value of the helicopter.

Only then did they truly believe the words of Liu the Diviner—Xing Shan was indeed finished. They secretly looked down upon those who hadn't come, missing out on such an easy chance to pick up the pieces.