Chapter 98: First Arrival on the Battlefield

(Over a hundred words were cut from the previous chapter "Bai Xian Holding the White Tiger," and later the author's note was also deleted; just imagine the white tiger is by her side.)

Bai Xian climbed the towering city wall with the others, towering more than ten zhang high, and gazed far into the distance, her pupils narrowing slightly.

Though she had seen scenes of battlefields in grand films, standing on the battlefield herself in the first person still left her deeply shaken by the sight before her.

The mountains and hills were covered densely with countless figures gathered together.

After a kick to the stomach, A Zhuo stumbled back several steps. She raised her hand to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth, showing no trace of fear on her face; instead, an unyielding spirit flickered in her eyes.

The great fire didn’t leave Yuanbao with many terrifying memories, as she had been knocked unconscious just as the blaze began.

Recently, she had been closely following the situation involving Wang Qiang, as well as matters concerning the ancient martial families. However, Long Zhan had explicitly ordered that Long Yuexin was not to approach Wang Qiang.

Lian Xin stared blankly at Feng Chenrui. In his enchanting phoenix-like eyes, there was no dissatisfaction, no doubt, no accusation—only complete trust and acceptance. Suddenly, a pang of bitterness welled up in Lian Xin’s heart.

Above the azure sky, several massive flying ships sailed forward, all flying the banner of the Nu Liang group.

“If you’re tired, just lie in my arms and rest for a while,” Wang Qiang murmured softly, ruffling Tang Meng’s hair.

Glancing fiercely at the two, the purple light blazed to its peak brightness, then the void rippled as a wave shimmered, and both Aisidisi and Wu Chen vanished simultaneously.

I was suddenly startled and quickly turned to the man who had brought me. He was smiling too; it turned out he wasn’t unable to move, but simply unwilling to.

Those officials and merchants colluding, even conspiring with foreign devils, exploiting the hard-earned wealth of the people of Z Country—can we really expect them not to betray the nation when war breaks out?

When Rao Peier heard that Ran Sinian was going home, she insisted on going along. She had just overheard Ran Sinian talking with Qu Zichong about Xia An’an and something related to the “King of Rumors,” and was eager to get clarity from Ran Sinian.

Ran Zai activated a holographic screen, which flickered wildly at once. This was the light-matter conversion process being disturbed by a strong signal interference.

After Wu Fei summoned Class Eight, he immediately had the two classes form a large circle to discuss the plan to assault Yangzhuang’s watchtower.

The Operations Department had long wanted to deal with him. Indeed, he was involved in gray-market usury. His greatest adversaries were probably Section Seven. He had been summoned multiple times by them but always dodged the issue with Section Chief Li Ang. When faced with the One-Eyed Fox’s threats, he only smiled politely—neither resisting nor accepting.

If there was any game in this series where the Raptors were most likely to lose, it would definitely be this one.

“Mr. Jiang, although you have done us a favor, we still need to see if your design can cooperate with ours,” Charles insisted firmly on principle.

Before Li Xing joined the league, no one could have imagined his record would be broken. Now, during the Raptors’ four consecutive championships, that record was shattered. After Li Xing missed two seasons, the team again achieved over 70 wins. For many, this was thrilling news.

“Alright, here is our identification.” Xia Yu and Shirona first glanced at Junsha’s police badge, finding no issues, then handed over their own credentials.

What followed were more courteous words, but Ye Hanhai only smiled faintly and said nothing. Everything at this point was mere speculation; only when the attendant returned could he confirm whether the plan was feasible.

Watching Gene depart, Freya wiped away her overflowing tears. She still clearly remembered everything from that morning twenty years ago.

The structure of the room resembled a ferocious ice lion, fiercely imprisoning Wang Bingyi. What he sacrificed was his former smile and a bright future ahead.