Chapter 80

Ye Wei had just begun to settle down when a fresh wave of pain surged in her head. The words from the recent conversation echoed through her mind, each sentence stirring up a dull ache that crept upward from her feet.

The distance might not have been so great, yet it was enough to allow for an unexpected clash with the enemy over several thousand meters—as if wielding a colossal sword, more than twenty kilometers long, and slicing it toward the enemy’s floating city.

“But you want to save that flower demon?” The Azure Emperor saw at a glance that the inner core of the Hehuan had been devoured by the fetus. The only consolation was that the child was still alive.

The car pulled up beside a quiet garden. Maibao played not far off, while Maizi and Ye Zifan sat together on a bench in the park.

Shen Yang had no intention of holding back. Since this was a preliminary ranking match, he would strive for the best possible result. Otherwise, if Yongfu Army and Zhang Haifeng didn’t perform well, and the team’s overall ranking crashed, it would be too humiliating.

“Wha—what did I—” At this moment, Su Yunzhen could no longer speak, and could only utter indistinguishable sounds.

Recalling the sight of Lu Ling’s busy figure, An Ruo’s hand paused slightly as she gripped her chopsticks. “Excellent.” A satisfied smile played at the corners of An Ruo’s lips.

To each their own—Yang Yu and Leng Lang’s men were strangers and would naturally show no mercy.

“Your Highness, you still have matters to attend to. I won’t keep you any longer. Please, go ahead!” Cui Siyu’s face still held a smile, but there was no warmth in her eyes.

After checking the status of their ammunition, Billy, in the capacity of deputy, issued orders: in the battles to come, magical firearms and similar weapons would only be used as supplemental attacks.

Feng Wu’s master belonged to the most illustrious lineage of the Scarlet Cloud Sect. As his favored disciple, it was only natural that she would remember the secret orders.

There was no point in arguing; a mistake was a mistake. Besides, Luo Yin was already a genius among the Star Imprint Human Clan, with a distinguished status and overwhelming strength. Jin Ke had not the slightest intention to resist.

Olidiane nodded approvingly, then Lin Ai turned her gaze to Paboshu, who stood behind Olidiane with his head lowered.

Channeling all the power of the Ancient God Body Refinement Art at the second star, he gripped a bar of profound cold iron and charged into the ranks of the bloodfiend beasts, striking out wildly.

Yet there were so many types of weapons, each with its own techniques. So far, Ye Chong only had some understanding of swordsmanship, but not a single true technique.

The most crucial point was that the territory where fierce conflict had erupted lay on the border of the Yalu Star Region of the ancient Huanyu Empire, perilously close to the Milky Way. This was the root of Han Dong’s burning urgency and fighting spirit.

For these reasons, even though the subsidiary of Immortal Path Kindergarten offered excellent conditions and generous pay, its recruitment notice had been gathering dust for months, with barely a response.

The New York Times’ chief reporter had risked her life to secretly photograph the terrorist massacre at the Kenyan gold mine, exposing the emergence of the cult known as the Crusaders. These photos were quickly reprinted by major newspapers, drawing global attention.

The four great ancient clans had always been on equal footing, but now, even Yan Ruyan, who wasn’t the chief disciple of her clan, ranked higher than him among those of equal cultivation. Compared to the Zhuansun clan, they seemed quite weak.

Liu Yu couldn’t help but smile wryly. This question was hardly worth asking—the opinions of the court officials obviously didn’t align with the old emperor’s wishes. Which meant the old emperor would never publicly raise the matter of making Prince Chu the crown prince; it simply didn’t suit public sentiment.

Liu Yu grew agitated as he held his memorial. These censors dared to openly accuse him of “impropriety”—were they truly unafraid of reprisal, or did they simply believe he’d never see the document?

In fact, the person before him made a very valid point. This was the era of the Song Dynasty. Although the lands of the Nine Provinces had been carved up, “a starved camel is still larger than a horse.” The Chinese nation had been supremely powerful since the Tang era, so despite their current humiliation, they still commanded respect from certain vassal states.

Situ Mingkong shouted, “Enough!” At once, the room fell silent. He stepped forward to the meditation cushion, ran his hand over a protrusion beneath it, and gave it a pull. Sure enough, the wall behind the screen shuddered and then slid open automatically, revealing a hidden passage.

After a while, all was quiet again. Situ Mingkong glanced at Lin Yueru beside him, noticing her eyes rolling mischievously. Her delicate face was flushed. At this moment, the eternal lamp on the distant wall cast its glow over Lin Yueru’s jade-like features, making her appear even more youthful and tender.

At these words, Gu Xiran instantly fell silent. She had forgotten that Chu Qianning knew her better than anyone else; if she so much as twitched, he would know exactly what she was thinking.

Gu Chen liked this about her—she had known for a long time. In fact, not long after their wedding, Gu Baobao had already blurted out this secret herself, yet she had never asked him when exactly he’d fallen for her, and Gu Chen himself had never said.

Feng Guang glanced back and forth between the two of them, inexplicably sensing that these two emperors were remarkably alike. She shook her head, wondering if she was overthinking it.

Suddenly, a curtain of silver light shifted and countless blade shadows appeared at once—one blade multiplied into a thousand, sweeping ahead like a storm, shredding all in their path. The fierce blade wind even swept up the scattered grass and fallen leaves, crushing them into dust.