26. Extra Chapter: When Lu Mingzhou Returned to the Past

Lian Yunsheng, reduced to only half a body, still looked furious; with one hand propping himself up, he pointed a finger at the old Black Eagle.

As the force intensified, the blood-colored skeleton could no longer hold its shape and instantly shattered, while the finishing moves of Long Jian and the others exploded with sudden intensity.

These were two distinct choices: the current clan leader was considered a dove, while this Elder Shana, who had once dared to commit treason, was undeniably a hawk.

Wisps of primordial energy flowed continuously from the five Sky-Piercing clones, following the cyan light of the God-Devouring Technique into the crystal source space within Zhang Hu’s body.

Lin Youyou, sitting behind him, couldn’t help but stick out her tongue and make a face at his back.

These elites lacked the strength to accompany the King into battle; all they could do now was cheer and offer their support.

Third, by failing to rank members based on their actual strength, the resulting unfairness created internal conflict, which in turn fueled the members' competitive spirit.

This strategy was of vital importance during the era of the Ancestor Kublai Khan, and it was this approach that ultimately helped him conquer the world.

The crystal walls within the cave-within-a-cave first developed fine cracks, and before long, these fissures rapidly spread to all the surrounding walls, emitting a crisp, fracturing sound throughout the process.

Mu Qingge and the others turned their heads simultaneously, only to be startled to discover that another group of people had abruptly appeared beside their own.

"I won't let go, no matter what you say, I won't let go!" Ziyin gazed ahead with a smile, while seizing every opportunity to tease Lingyou.

It is only natural that everyone enjoys being praised, and the Emperor is no exception. At Lin Fang'er's words, Emperor Minghui’s eyes indeed crinkled with a smile. He was usually quite refined, and his smile at that moment made him seem all the more approachable, appearing nothing like a ruler who held the power of life and death.

He remained composed and self-restrained in the face of peerless treasures, calm and dignified before the divine, and possessed a character that was both noble and trustworthy.

The tone of that remark carried the distinct flavor of settling scores later. A-Dai, having suffered from this before, had developed keen insight and vigilance, along with a pair of nimble legs; thus, he quickly found a flimsy excuse and slipped away.

Mo Yitian, his hair still damp and dressed in casual loungewear, looked much younger and more relaxed than he did when meticulously groomed for going out. He chewed on a piece of bread he had swiped from Lin Xiaomo, his stylish, laid-back domestic appearance undeniably eye-catching.

She felt a sudden sense of helplessness as they left. He had brought her here, and now, without a word, he had swept Han Jiaying away in his arms; what was she supposed to do?

Zhao Mingyue was pressed into the corner, shrinking back under the intensity of his heat and force. Yet, with her slender waist held fast by his muscular arm and her legs trapped by his leaning frame, every attempt to retreat only pulled her closer, and every protest only stirred the demonic, violent impulses within him.

As the words fell, the hospital room door was pushed open. Li Yu walked in carrying some food, his expression still gloomily terrifying, yet not without a hint of concern.

The snow-ninjas had changed out of their prison garb and into black-and-white imperial robes. Some still had traces of food on their lips, suggesting they had just been eating.

Six characters—written with extreme elegance, six characters that were undeniably beautiful—yet, holding them in his hands, Cao Zinuo felt a chill creep up from the soles of his feet.

Tiyashu was quite stubborn; no matter the injury, he refused to take a step back. His relentless onslaughts were dodged one by one by the agile Muhammad, while the Vesuna army, emboldened by their marshal’s display of power, began to press their advantage.

A few minutes later, Ye Yunzhou soared into the sky. The dense swarm of black dots instantly changed direction, shooting toward this side at high speed, and within the blink of an eye, they had all landed outside the campus of Old Man Feng’s house.

It seemed their command of illusion was not yet perfected; unable to pull the opponent into the dreamscape, the two remained in a stalemate.

"Who is leading the army against Zhong Shizhong?" Wanyan Loushi, mounted on his horse, turned his gaze toward the Han general from the Liao territory and asked.

Sure enough, two figures wrapped in yellow robes suddenly appeared on the lotus platform, standing between Fang La and Taishi Kun! Before they could even see each other's faces clearly, the two yellow-robed figures had already launched their attacks at Fang La.

It turned out that it was well past noon. Naruto had already spoken to the officials of Fenglong City about relocating the capital, and as a result, many were filled with excitement.

No one felt that Daoji was speaking empty words. One judges a person by their bearing, and as the eldest disciple of the Immortal Sect, Daoji’s demeanor far surpassed that of an ordinary man; anyone could see he was no commoner. When a person of status says such a thing in public, they will surely honor it.

In times past, even when defeating the Liao army and capturing their Western Capital, the Jin army had possessed no concept of formation.

Hua Zhao didn't think much of the first half of the sentence, but upon hearing the Abbot reveal her identity, her expression grew somber.

Wuming sat by the tea table Song Yu had just set up in the backyard. His expression and his gaze seemed frozen at the moment Song Yu had left. Only when Song Yu returned did Wuming show signs of life again.

Though she hadn't cared much at first, as the departure time drew near, the anxiety in her heart grew heavier.

It was as if rotten meat had been seasoned with heavy oil and salt and fed to a diner; while the flavors were technically correct, the sensation was entirely strange.

Hua Zhao, impatient to open her eyes, was stunned by the sight before her. Then, meeting the icy gaze of Luo Huaiqing, she was instantly jolted wide awake.

She checked the restocking points and the mall provided by the system; she only had 1,000 points, while the mall contained tens of thousands of pages of items.

She was no longer the Xin-Xin he had known, so there was no need to project his feelings for Xin-Xin onto her.

The director's child? David was a bit puzzled. The director's child lived right there in the orphanage. They were about the same age as Skye and always wore a cloth hood; over the years, he had only seen them remove it a few times.

The plan to get free labor for farming wasn't as effective as she had imagined. She furrowed her brows, settled the mutant chickens, and went back to think of new ways.

Zhou Qinian’s gaze lingered on Xie Nanshi for a moment. He remembered seeing him at the city gate that day; the youth had an extraordinary appearance, clearly not one destined for obscurity, though he couldn't help but notice his lean frame and the sickly pallor of his face.

"Many thanks," the man said, then turned his horse around, whispered a few words to someone near a magnificent carriage, and the troop rode off again. It seemed no one had noticed the night.