Chapter 21

The Jade Emperor wore a look of deep concern; he was worried that Xiao Fei might not be a match for his opponent. He certainly could not ask the Buddha for help. Requesting his aid would be akin to asking a tiger for its skin, a mistake that had directly triggered the Journey to the West incident last time.

To everyone's surprise, the War God statue, which appeared to be nothing more than a phantom, did not shatter instantly upon impact. Instead, it became entangled with the laws emanating from the divine spear, releasing a sound of endless roaring.

Seeing this, the young man in white, Duyan, realized that the Western monk had also been poisoned. To avoid further complications, he struck him down with a single palm.

At that moment, Jiang Kairan seemed entirely fearless. With two swift kicks, he sent the surrounding thugs crashing to either side in a chaotic heap. Following this, he grabbed the fat boy by the shoulders, performed a flip in the air, and landed steadily on the ground.

Jiang Kairan suddenly realized that the fat man who had been pointing his finger at Yuan Meng’s head was the same boy he had beaten up back at school. Why was he here?

On the third floor of the Bajun Building, Duyan bowed slightly: "Senior!" A disciple of the Shushan Immortal Sword Sect accompanying Shen Qishan immediately offered his respects, as did General Xue, the highest-ranking military commander stationed there. Duyan returned the gesture with a slight nod.

Black smoke billowed from the enemy locomotive opposite, clearly struck by the previous shell, and the speed of the enemy train slowed significantly.

The next second, the heavens and earth shifted. A massive whirlwind rose from thin air, centered on Xiao Xuan. Within the void around him, invisible curtains of the Great Dao condensed rapidly. In the blink of an eye, over a dozen had formed, only coming to a gradual halt once the twenty-seventh curtain appeared.

If this were true, then something utterly incomprehensible must have occurred within the Nanyue Kingdom.

"Brother, don't worry, look, the blue color behind the neck is fading!" Meiga pulled her brother to a stop to show him.

He had no time to waste entangled with these Qi soldiers; capturing Liu Bei was the absolute priority.

Hua Jiu’s heart suddenly sank, as if a basin of cold water had been poured over her head. She couldn't help but eye Ning Jinge with suspicion. She still remembered her eldest senior sister saying that she was born a person of the Heavens and would often be unable to control her own actions, so she should never trust her.

After dropping his hands with a sense of shared sorrow, the decadent young man finally began to speak slowly about what had happened here.

Chen Hao then pulled a golden-yellow skull, the size of a fist, from the young man's pocket; one could vaguely discern the shape of a dragon's head.

Fortunately, there were many stone stools on the first floor, and the group sat across from one another. As for Tang Ao’s comment that the more people there were, the greater the consumption, Liu Wuchen didn't care at all; he didn't intend to stay long anyway.

"That’s so cheesy... Go away! I don't want to see you!" Man Mengmeng’s face flushed a light red. She felt her heart beating violently. Heavens, what was wrong with her? Why did her body react so strangely when she heard him say that?

Xi Zhicai sat down to the side without speaking, waiting for the others to arrive. The matter at hand now was how to launch a counterattack.

She could feel the surrounding air currents flowing along the drifting cloud patterns on the blade as they came into contact with it.

The shopkeeper remarked that soldiers trained by the state were truly impressive. This counter-terrorism drill felt so realistic, leaving him with a sense of security and immense pride in being a citizen of this nation.

With a great battle about to begin, Zhao Afu’s behavior was a total embarrassment. Li Mo, fueled by shame and anger, flew backward and kicked Zhao Afu away.

A cold, murderous gaze swept over the crowd. A smile tugged at the corners of Yue Xi's mouth, but to the Children of the Elements, this smile felt like a summons from the Grim Reaper, and their faces paled one by one.

With the secret forces of the Far North and the Northern Marsh Forest, Huang Di did not actually fear the Jinglan Dynasty.

The seal of the Demon Realm had been forged with her entire life's cultivation. Even after a thousand years, it should not have developed cracks without external attack. But now that cracks had appeared, did it mean someone had been attacking and sabotaging the seal all along?

Reaching out to touch the furnishings in the room, the look of satisfaction in Shangguan Luoying’s eyes deepened. Everything was spotless; it seemed her grandfather had someone keep the place cleaned, otherwise, it would have been buried in dust long ago.

The Eighth Prince, Helian Qifeng, looked at Shangguan Luoying with a grim expression, but he was powerless against her attitude. In a world where the strong reigned supreme, they were currently the ones in the position of the weak.

The gunman fell to the ground, dead with his eyes still open. He was filled with profound regret; how could he have been distracted during the battle? Was this not seeking his own death?

The Grassland Sword God was the number one player on their island nation, yet he had been beaten to this state by a player barely over level 140.

"That faction is within the territory of the Yue Kingdom, but near the border. To wipe them out, one must enter the Yue Kingdom," the local bureau chief analyzed with a troubled expression.

Xiao Lele, the apple of the eye of Song Qingge and Xiao Jinyi, was pampered by everyone—she was the treasure among treasures.

"Not only that, but Chen Che transmitted power across his body, sending two Spirit-Exalted generals, Ma Chao and Ban Chao, flying with a single palm. It must be..." Before Ying Zheng could finish, an urgent report arrived from an Imperial Guard outside the tent.

Before she could process it, Lian Xin raised her hands to push Jiang Yu away, trying to create distance between them. To her surprise, Jiang Yu executed a graceful flip and pinned her beneath him.

Yun Tiange stared in disbelief at the chess piece Jiang Tianyan had just placed, unable to snap out of it for a long time. How had she lost?

Most of the time, she wore only a low, mocking sneer. It was cold and quite distinctive, yet it made her indifference plain for all to see.

A fierce argument ended with a single retort from Le Qingdie. The four brothers were left speechless, each turning the matter over in their minds. It seemed they had been caught in a misunderstanding; it really had nothing to do with Le Qingdie.

That single sentence made Pei Shun feel a chill run down his spine, as if he had realized something truly momentous.

An Yan did not doubt for a second that if she nodded, the man before her would surely turn into a wolf.