Chapter Sixty: The Steed Flies Like Lu (Thirteen)

"Shuang'er! Insolent! Is this how your grandfather taught you to behave?" At this moment, the old man behind them strode forward and fiercely slapped Wushuang across the face with a loud smack.

Gathering the fire element entirely within his own body to fortify his resistance and mastery over it—generally speaking, only magic warrior types would employ this spell. Once activated, their combat capabilities would undergo a qualitative leap.

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to explain. Listen to him instead," Xiang Yu said, then lay back down to play dead so as not to disturb them.

The three men drank with growing enthusiasm, passing cups and conversing boisterously until late into the night before reluctantly parting ways. Someone had already prepared a room for Xie Wuji in advance. Having consumed a considerable amount of alcohol, Xie Wuji collapsed onto the bed and fell fast asleep, completely devoid of any guard.

Zhang Shun remained submerged in the water, concealing his presence entirely. Meanwhile, Xiang Yu hid among the aquatic plants, holding his breath.

All of his land had been thoroughly decimated in a matter of moments. Now left entirely alone and isolated, he nevertheless maintained a tranquil and calm composure as he gripped the weapon in his hand.

Brother Feng's body was sent flying through the air, crashing heavily against a table that shattered instantly upon impact.

Just as Rheinfelt stood in the corridor, completely at his wits' end, a ring of mysterious runes suddenly surfaced on the back of his right hand and gave a violent twitch.

It opened its massive claws and swatted the second dwarf straight to the ground, then swept its thick, heavy tail, sending yet another flying away.

Inside the Magic Guide Alliance tower, the white-haired elder and the effeminate man watching the battle both widened their eyes in utter shock.

After spending the weekend teaching Master Song the basic culinary techniques and recipes, Hua Shang went to the training base every day to borrow the grounds for practicing the Treading Waves and Flying technique, while also consolidating the usage of the Swallow-Folding Array flying swords.

When the spatial imagination test concluded, Hua Shang was left unsatisfied, filled with a refreshing sense of wanting more. Gu Bei, on the other hand, seemed to have matured significantly, exuding the aura of a decadent middle-aged man. It was as if this physical testing process had made him skip through his entire adolescence and begin pondering the meaning of life.

He said nothing about repayment, nor did he mention what he would do if Chu Tian delayed and failed to return the favor, because he never considered such things—just as he would have stepped up that night even knowing that facing Elder Zhen meant certain defeat.

"Such a sweet mouth?" Luo Bing arched an eyebrow at his handsome face. Blushing, she stood on tiptoes and planted a succession of light kisses on his cheeks.

Indeed, given his current martial arts standing, any further effort would be futile. Unless he reached the Third Rank, his words would surely fail to command the respect of Fang Jingzhen.

A short while later, a ghostly figure reappeared atop Mu Tianyao's bedchamber. Concealing her presence, Luo Bing slightly parted a roof tile, her pupils contracting slightly.

"Zhou Cang, go and scout ahead!" Jia Xu waved his hand and issued an order to Zhou Cang.

Fortunately, the White Lord had sunk the main warships of the Rus navy, and even the special envoy Ignatiev had perished. Consequently, the next wave of Rus forces would not arrive until next year, which meant he had at least half a year left to deal with the situation.

"Junior Sister Huajian, I hope you are well," Hua Hanfeng said. He loathed Huajian, so his attitude and tone should have been thoroughly unpleasant; yet for some unknown reason, as if someone else were manipulating his body, it caused him to speak to Huajian with a pleasant expression.

"What the hell! Why did the system mailbox send me the limited edition of Spring Flowers and Autumn Moon? Weren't they all sold out?!" Xiang Siming couldn't help muttering continuously.

Today's Chang'an was different from usual. The difference lay first in the increased number of troops on the streets; according to the experience of the common folk in Chang'an, whenever a major event occurred at court, the troops on the streets would multiply.

Secondly, across the fields on both sides, numerous farmers were busy toiling away, presenting the sight of vast, fertile lands—a matter of even greater importance.

In truth, had she not known the perils of this journey all along? Why go then? Merely because Sun Nan was her companion?

As expected, his guess was correct: Angel actually managed to carry Jeremy on her back. When Zhang Zaming touched him, he found the man was still breathing, though covered all over in wounds, making him look utterly battered.

In fact, this was also a marketing strategy used by the arena: using mysterious fighting cocks from Paradise Island to capture everyone's attention and draw people in to place bets.

The snow fell increasingly thicker, and Shi Zhixuan stood motionless like a sculpture of mud and wood. In his youth, he had been romantic, dashing, and brilliantly talented; though he had encountered setbacks, everything had ultimately gone his way as if the entire world were his to command.

As a Tang citizen, accustomed to the grandeur and prosperity of Chang'an, he naturally looked down upon Constantinople, a city held in arrogant self-importance by Westerners.

Ever since he seized this body through transmigration, he had altered the destiny of the martial arts world and even the entire realm, determining the rise and fall of the coming centuries.

The fake Wang Wei wore a cruel smile on his lips as he pulled a massive blade forth from the void.

"What is there for me to get angry about? Everything you mentioned is something I've never experienced anyway—not even cloning, just people living in parallel worlds who happen to look like me!" Shangguan Wenfei shrugged indifferently.

Yet what was astonishing was that even when thirty boundary-breaking cultivators entered at once, they still failed to explore the bottom of the Abyss Ghostly Road. Instead, thirteen perished in a single sweep, yielding merely six scrolls in return.

He began walking toward the free-throw line, while Stephens followed closely by Wu Dawen's side, beginning to mock him.

"Just how long is 'not long from now' according to you? Years?" A reporter immediately blurted out without permission.

Just like the preceding twelve times, the tribulation clouds roiled before abruptly dissipating, leaving the sky to return to tranquility as if nothing had happened at all.

Growing impatient, he turned and flew over, grabbed her by the wrist, and hurried toward the Mountain of Oblivion.

And this red regime is currently a machine that has yet to be broken in; we do not need to provide them with any spare parts. We only need to give them a tiny drop of lubricating oil, and this machine will operate at high speed.