Chapter 48
“Really?” Tony’s face lit up with surprise. He knew all too well the strength of these two; facing either one alone would mean certain defeat. Yet now, they were taking on two opponents simultaneously—wasn’t that asking for trouble?
At eleven o’clock on August 1st, all the Western Expeditionary forces of the Wu Kingdom assembled. Following an impassioned and spirited martial song of the Left Martial Guard, waves of armored troops surged forth from the encampment. Their orderly footsteps echoed as if they would shake the very earth beneath them.
Returning to the general’s mansion, Li Juan saw Hu Tianming soothing the elder as if nothing had happened. She intended to share what she had heard today but thought better of it—since her husband had yet to find Wan Ying, she would set it aside for now.
What tea? This was a marketplace, not a teahouse. There were food vendors below. Wang Po was left behind by them, while they continued upstairs to indulge in shopping sprees.
After Wang Zhaoyang left, I stayed home for several days. When hungry, I’d go to the kitchen to make a bowl of noodles; when bored, I’d sit on the sofa watching that old color television, so worn that even the colors had distorted.
The medicinal power of the Bone-Washing Pill suddenly surged forth, the generated primal energy spinning wildly like a runaway stallion.
The most loyal subordinate in my heart turned out to be the very spark that ignited the entire incident. It was almost absurd, and yet hard to believe.
Undoubtedly, the philosophy of tranquility and detachment goes beyond merely renouncing power; it applies not only to refraining from needless battlefield conflicts but also holds true in all aspects of life. Viewed this way, to label it simply as Mohist thought is far too narrow.
As for the current state of the Confucian sect, who can say if some among them might not plot schemes akin to using the emperor to command the feudal lords? After all, the ancient sage emperor’s reputation may mean little, but once wielded by the Confucian faction, unforeseen changes could arise.
At this moment, the steadfast human front suddenly broke open. Zhan Tian, leading the long-prepared Blood Cavalry, charged fiercely forward. At the same time, Leon, his eyes burning red, led thousands of silent wolf riders in a fierce assault on the already faltering flanks of the Lin Kao tribe.
Moreover, judging by the aura of the five men, each was full of vitality, showing no signs of having endured a great battle, which further proved they had yet to encounter any demonic forces.
Yuan Hao didn’t know how he appeared to outsiders, but he felt utterly miserable. Fortunately, the power of the Ice Heart Technique continuously protected his meridians and spirit platform, allowing him to endure until the end.
The black watch emitted a beep, its screen projecting an inverted triangular beam. A virtual hologram hovered at the center of the triangle.
Alas, even with reform and opening up, it was still the New Celestial Dynasty—never to return to the ways of the old empire.
Upon arriving in the spirit-rich Celestial Realm, Dragon Baby did not immediately seek to enhance his strength. Instead, his first impulse was to eat a celestial crane. No matter how the space-time shifted, Dragon Baby’s nature as a foodie remained unchanged.
To be emperor was no easy task, especially recently, with the Tang dynasty fully mobilizing against the Turks. Often, he couldn’t even enjoy a proper meal.
It turned out Lan’er, due to her short legs, couldn’t keep pace with her parents. Only now had she reached the doorstep and saw her mother embracing a youth in tears. This man was clearly much older and taller than Lan’er, but why was he crying like a child?
“Open the door.” Yu Shuoyang’s voice was cold, utterly devoid of any joy expected of a groom.
In the game, a hooded man leapt high, his hands mutating into razor-sharp claws that plunged deeply into the monster’s head midair.
“Lord Fang, long time no see. May I ask what matter brings you to me?” Niu Lu asked in surprise.
Beyond that, this choice reflected Tang Heng’s deep affection for his homeland and people—a lifelong passion and ambition. The five million Han subjects were like his soul and roots, the sacred duty born deep within the spirit of the Chinese descendants.
“He’s ruthless. You must be even more so. If he’s strong, then you must stamp your foot on his face and show him you are stronger! In short, facing An Rulie means a fight to the death—either you die or he does!” Having said these words, the voice vanished from Su Yi’s sea of consciousness.
“We are most lacking in talent now. Moreover, this Longcheng Lama shares our sect’s origins; there is no reason to exclude him. Of course, we must still investigate his true background,” the Monk King declared.
“Look! There’s a huge tear in the hem. Don’t say it’s nothing!” Sharp-eyed Yu Sisi immediately spotted the slashed mark on the right side of the abdomen, pointing accusingly.
Ze Jin kept provoking the two fierce beasts to fight each other inside his mind, knowing that only if they truly battled could his group of seven survive here. Otherwise, there was no hope—returning quietly to the Demon Realm was the only option.
Li Muyu bowed his head, feeling the Empress’s gaze upon him, stiffening his body and not daring to move an inch.
“Hahaha, Monk King, see! The situation has reversed in an instant!” The Langya wolf laughed heartily. Before he could finish, Sangdong Lama had already reached them, delivering a punch that sent the Bronze Dragon crashing to the ground. Iron Wheel King immediately stepped on the iron wheel and soared upward.
“Disobey orders, military law will apply. Who else dares to refuse me?” Yang Chong spoke, and behind him, within the black and red light pillar, a faint aura of power grew stronger.
“No need. I will accompany the troops. As a prince, if I cannot endure this hardship, what use am I to the court!” Du Meng declared.
Here, countless street stalls were set up, selling a vast array of goods. Tang Yu even noticed someone selling ordinary rocks piece by piece.