Chapter 31: Everything Is Possible

Wang Qianqian let out a sigh, her voice tinged with discouragement. “You’re right. So what should we do?”

At that moment, a man in their group named Li Bo spoke up. “Fangfang, stop fantasizing. Even if you were really willing to sleep with those men, given how ruthless they are, once they’ve had their fun, there’s no guarantee they’ll let you live…”

After the battle ended, the warriors could not help but burst into cheers, celebrating their victory with abandon.

Of all of them, Cuihua felt the most fear, grievance, and inner conflict—after all, the old Tang Liu before her was the only master she had ever known.

Qin Feng returned to the regimental headquarters and saw Li Changfu assigning tasks to several staff officers. Not wanting to disturb them, Qin Feng sat quietly to the side and began to smoke in silence.

Seeing Xia Chen so uncharacteristically flustered, Xu Duoduo realized she was no ordinary person—there must be a reason for Xia Chen’s actions. Without hesitation, she leaped down from the other side of the stage.

She couldn’t understand why this young man would reproach her so harshly. Flustered, she fumbled her teacup, spilling its contents at once.

Liu Shiba’s eyes widened in astonishment. But as he turned the situation over in his mind, he quickly realized what kind of game Pu Shengqing was playing.

Upon returning to Shenyang, the emperor Taiji counted his forces: when they crossed the border, five of the Manchu Eight Banners accompanied him, with 44,000 core soldiers of the Later Jin, 8,000 Mongolian armored troops, as well as over 100,000 servants, bannermen, and unarmored followers.

“It’s not absolute, because most of their attacks take place at night. Many cities and settlements have fallen in the dark.”

Rank always trumps—especially when the higher-up is the one in charge of all the officials, and you’re just a subordinate living off his favor. When the imperial edict comes down, you just have to accept it. That’s exactly what the edict for conferring titles says: ‘On matters concerning Liaodong’s foreign affairs, act with appropriate discretion.’

Suddenly, a faint tremor was felt from the direction of Shigatse. After a moment, some people began to communicate with their companions in neighboring spheres of light.

As expected, the moment that person’s voice rang out, the once-collapsed Master of the Void regained a measure of sanity and began to cry out for help.

Qin Yang gritted his teeth and decided to treat Leng Qingqiu as one possessed by evil spirits in order to save her. With a sharp motion, he summoned ten jade platforms, their lights flickering in the night.

All members of the Wu tribe were tall and powerfully built; heights of ten feet were common. The Kuafu clansmen were even more formidable—almost every adult stood over a hundred feet tall.

With the force of this one palm strike, an indescribable gust of wind arose, sending the security guards before him flying backward.

Not only that, Niu Sangang had also been actively expanding into new ventures—even the latest popular craze, bike-sharing, had now been launched by him.

Yet, in their understanding, martial arts as unfathomable as Qin Hao’s had never existed before.

“Sorry, we have things to do later, so we won’t be joining you,” the two of them politely declined.

“Will we also face such wars in the future?” Hua Lian added.

Chen Feng searched first in the rear section, then moved to the main area of the e-sports arena, but still could not find the person. Left with no choice, he sought out Mr. Jin and described the stranger’s appearance, hoping Mr. Jin might recall something.

In that moment, I finally understood what it meant to be surprised. Yet she didn’t answer me again—she ran directly toward the door, probably out of shyness. Just then, Wang Xin hurried in from outside, colliding with her.

“Is it true?” I asked, hardly daring to believe it. My feelings for Jiaojiao had always been real. Now that I’d reconciled with Murong Xue, I felt that the one who must be suffering the most was her.

With a flick of her wrist, Chang Shengzi fell from her hand like a rag doll, collapsing weakly to the ground.

Because the Divine King’s Palace stood atop a lofty peak, with no path up or down, only those at the demigod level or above could traverse the void directly to reach it. Even the most powerful at the Heaven’s Wrath stage were unable to ascend.