Chapter 41

Yoto won thanks to his wrestling skills, and the Manchus were quite good at wrestling. With a swift whoosh, Zhang Biwu was tossed aside, and the Sizhao Sword fell elsewhere. Huang Qi hurriedly went to retrieve the Sizhao Sword, intending to return it to Zhang Biwu at the first opportunity.

It seemed that a major overhaul of the Eight-Character Army was imperative, with the worst-case scenario being a mutiny.

Nefarian did not hesitate. The ice-attribute battle qi on his body once again surged, emitting a chilling white mist. The density of the mist was no less than that of boiling water at full steam, and even the students outside the arena could deeply feel a piercing chill.

"What on earth are you trying to say?" Lu Cang asked with a calm expression. How could he not hear the warning undertone in Zuo Junlin's words? What was bound to come would come eventually.

Song Xiance had to wait for Gao Guiying to arrive, so he needed to buy time first, speaking up to help everyone calm down.

Later Jin was at its strongest, but all of this was built upon the foundation of the Jin army's consecutive victories; Later Jin was also at its weakest, because apart from its formidable iron cavalry, everything else was in complete disarray.

"I'm sorry." A voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz came from beneath the quilt, and Lu Xia couldn't help giving herself a mental thumbs-up. Yet her tone remained low and tinged with a faint melancholy.

Back then, Madonna hurled insults at Stia, and Wang Yun reduced her from a queen of pop to a piece of garbage. Although there were signs of a comeback, Andy believed that Madonna was finished.

Although in the primordial chaos all living beings were equal, Grandmaster Pangu was, after all, a human cultivator, and his standpoint was bound to be that of humanity. Such an absolute seal was hardly objectionable.

Even though what I am about to say is bound to be earth-shattering, extremely humiliating, and make me wish I could dig a hole and bury myself, right now I harbor no such thoughts whatsoever.

"Father," Zhong Jin was worried about Wan'er and paid no heed to his own bleeding wound as he pulled Wan'er into his embrace.

Otherwise, why would there be such a huge time difference? Yet if this place was not Japan, why were these people speaking the Japanese language?

"Hehe, so this is your weakness! Let's see how you fight me!" The pitch-black eye sockets of the skeleton lying on the ground suddenly flashed with a red glow, its lower jaw rattling incessantly.

"This is all my fault. It was Granny Jin who picked up my invitation," Zhuang Zhongren said with his head lowered.

"How long have you been here?" Although the old man's face was covered in wrinkles resembling folded steamed buns, his voice was remarkably loud and powerful, bearing no trace of the weakness from just moments before.

Finally making something of himself, Gao Feng felt a sudden wave of resonance within the body of his host, Boss Jiang. As he looked at Jiang Yun right in front of him mid-sentence, the scene suddenly shifted, and he realized he had already returned.

Both of them kept their spiritual perception locked onto the two human cultivators, waiting for the middle-aged man who had spoken to issue his command and act accordingly.

At first, the head of security hadn't taken Xiao Qiang seriously at all. But he never expected that a single remark from this person would summon such a formidable figure. Even in his ignorance, he had heard of the deeds of the Flying Tiger Gang in North City's Leading Street, especially since the gang was currently at the height of its power.

"Those are just children, and they aren't of much use kept in the estate. Let their families ransom them back with the principal!" Zhao Heng had not expected to find himself playing the role of the heartless landlord just as he took over. He figured he might as well offer a discount and let their families take them back; although he would suffer a slight loss, reuniting their families would also count as a good deed.

This kind of panic about the future was actually shared by Jin Yi. As time passed, nearly seven years had elapsed since his rebirth, leaving only a little over a year before the "doomsday" of 2012 that had triggered their rebirth.

He broke into a smile, the black Qi surrounding his body completely dissipating, and the scales on his face vanished entirely, much like melting spring snow or clearing skies after rain. At this moment, he looked almost identical to when they first met—Liao Changqing, the highly revered young talent of Hunyuan City, with his refined and handsome features.

Xiao Qiang's lips twitched into an inscrutable smile. A name buried deep within his memories flashed across his mind, making him feel as though he had stepped back into those years of his assassin career.

"Roar!" Simultaneously emitting a low growl, the twelve blood pythons opened their massive jaws and frantically devoured the flame-like spiritual energy transformed by the fire serpents, just like a massive whale gulping down water. Their bodies visibly expanded, and streams of scorching yellow flames surged across their serpentine bodies.

Though puzzled, he still instructed Nami to transfer the signal, as it was inconvenient to take calls in the simulated space while outsiders were present.

He had lived on top of Cuiyan Mountain for nearly a hundred years. It could be said that he knew every blade of grass and every tree here like the back of his hand, and he naturally knew that the ground beneath his feet, though appearing to be soil, was actually only half a foot thick, with solid rock beneath it.

"Not necessarily. If he goes to our old estate today, he might still be able to rally some people back. But if he goes there, I'm afraid this day will be wasted. Right now, I'm just afraid the people at the old estate won't dare to come either," Zhao Heng said with a deep frown.

Call Li Yuanhong charismatic or say his reputation preceded him, but he undeniably possessed a strong rallying power. The soldiers of the Eighth Engineering Battalion stationed at Chuwangtai were ecstatic when they heard Li Yuanhong had stepped up to take charge, lining up with raised rifles to welcome him along the path. Wu Zhaolin, serving as the commander-in-chief, treated his teacher with the utmost respect, greeting him from afar.

"All we can say is that there are still three hidden enemies." Thinking of this, Qin Li immediately signaled the other three to drop to the ground.

Across twenty-seven kilometers of icy surface, Swift-Foot did not utter a single complaint. Now possessing the strength of an eighth-tier expert, Swift-Foot's physical constitution had greatly improved, allowing him to work with ease and comfort.