Chapter 57: The Contest

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Shen Fengming activated his inner energy, and a green glow reappeared in his palm. Jun Li had heard Madam Ling describe such a situation before and guessed that Shen Fengming had, in that brief moment, used a special technique to feed poison into his palm, causing both his palm and the force of his strike to carry toxins. Had Jun Li not been cautious just now and grabbed his hand to read his fate, he would have been poisoned severely by now.

What surprised everyone even more was that after the Yue Cavalry, there was another troop—none other than Zhang Xiu, the Left Colonel of the Western Garden New Army reinforcement.

Above the halfway point of Misty Cloud Mountain, clouds shrouded the peak year-round. It was said that immortals once practiced cultivation here.

June 1st, early summer in the Mediterranean, was the best time of the year, with bright sunshine, clear blue waters, and fragrant sea breezes. It should have been a perfect season for vacation, but the damn war had destroyed all of this beauty.

In the Land of Time, Ye Ming recounted everything that had happened during that period to Han Qian and Lily, including matters concerning Qiao’er and the dimensional calamities.

More than three hundred from the Proud Wind and Cloud were packed together, all staring fearfully at Yang Tian. They knew their fate rested entirely in the hands of that terrifying man with the ghostly face.

“Well, we sunk another British aircraft carrier—this time, it was the Royal Ark,” Kawagari said proudly.

“Is A-Long stronger than the Underworld Emperor?” Ye Ming was shocked. He had thought Ye Long was on par with the Underworld Emperor, but judging by the current situation, Ye Long seemed to be even stronger.

Suddenly, thunder roared overhead, and a gigantic flying centipede nearly seven hundred meters long appeared, uttering the word “us.” Ye Ming’s feelings were complicated beyond words—his shock was akin to seeing an elephant climbing a tree.

A short while later, as one after another new massive airship rose into the sky and headed into the distance, the citizens of the imperial city looked up and saluted. Some had tears in their eyes, others were filled with excitement, countless silent prayers converging into a steadfast rope of faith sent to the heroes about to enter the battlefield.

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“That depends on where you, Master Skeletal Advisor, received this information,” Li Yao replied, neither confirming nor denying.

Abo had requested to resign because of his own reasons, and this matter was likely connected to Li Heng as well.

Of course, Yue Bai’s current suspicions were not without cause. Considering his extraordinary circumstances, it was only natural for doubts to arise in his mind.

Because of a delay at the tea stall, Qian Qian nearly missed his lodging time. By the time he arrived at the originally planned inn, it was already past the evening hour. Ancient society was not like the modern era; there were no proper lighting facilities, and the roads were difficult to navigate. Traveling at night was dangerous. Had Qian Qian failed to reach the inn, he would have had to spend the night exposed in the wilderness.

After becoming famous, that guy had become even more shameless—extremely fickle in love, spending his time fooling around with busty junior schoolmates while competing in Jinling. Who could he fool? Not Lianmeng, not me.

Empress Zhang didn’t know how to respond. She truly had done nothing—she only asked Yao Xinluo two questions, and then Yao Xinluo fainted.

A low, gruff voice tinged with irritation came through the door crack. Upon hearing that tone, the security guard’s facial muscles twitched involuntarily, as if he was intimidated by that kind of voice.

Li Yuan floated upward, striking down at Huang Ming from above. Huang Ming quickly dodged to the side, but Li Yuan then swooped downward, swinging her black blade. Huang Ming couldn’t block it and suffered a large gash across his waist.

However, with Li Jingchen present, it was difficult for them to seize Qinghuan’s head. If they made any move, Li Jingchen, who kept a close watch on Qinghuan, would immediately notice.

Just as his mind relaxed, the fabric suddenly tore with a sharp rip. Rose’s body again shifted half a foot toward the cliff’s edge.

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“Fifth day of the lunar month!” Rose suddenly shouted, her voice sharp and piercing, abruptly cutting off the laughter of those present.

What he wanted was only to keep Rose by his side—and it seemed he had succeeded.

For instance, since she betrayed Prince Jing, how did the prince ultimately escape? She had advised cutting off the Ten Hu, which was how the news of Prince Jing’s survival reached Red Flame. When Flame Emperor sought to vent his anger through killing, why did she withhold her advice until then?

The fruit knife still plunged into Shangguan Ao’s arm, but Shangguan Ao no longer bothered with such things. He directly lifted Yang Kangquan onto his back, and they all got into the car, heading to the hospital.

“I’m done!” There are many kinds of traitors, but those who didn’t even last three seconds belonged to the worst kind.

Qin Huan looked at Shen Yinchen’s smiling face, her feelings indescribable—bitter and sorrowful.

“I told you to come home with me, but you wouldn’t. Home is more comfortable; maybe you wouldn’t have to suffer like this.” Yang Ruoli feigned reading the newspaper, ignoring him. Qin Fengzhan was helpless and could only sigh.

His sister’s opinion held such sway over him. He didn’t want to conduct his entire life under his sister’s shadow. He didn’t want his partner influenced by others. Not even his own sister. This had nothing to do with family affection.