Chapter 62

Han Ning felt her scalp tingle, a lingering sense of terror making her legs tremble slightly. After finishing her words, she turned and walked away, raising a hand to pat her chest as she let out a long, shuddering sigh.

Ordinary soldiers might not understand the reason for their stationing in the grasslands, merely assuming it was to prevent the Huns from moving south, but this garrison commander was well aware of the true cause. Therefore, seeing that the situation regarding friend or foe remained unclear, he merely issued an order to maintain high alert.

Since she had nowhere left to go anyway, she might as well return to the Han family; the three elders of the Han family were far more hospitable than Baili Ao.

Han Ning's command caused the celestial soldiers and generals to erupt with excitement. They were inherently more adept at warfare than the demons and monsters of the nether realm, possessing far greater unity and a much higher chance of victory in battle.

"Brother Lu, look at this Alliance Master's residence—so many people coming and going, and all of them predecessors in the martial world. If people like us move in, won't we just become targets of scorn? We don't want to make fools of ourselves." What Situ Jing said was precisely what the others were thinking. Therefore, hearing her words, the rest remained silent without any objections.

A solitary ninth-tier peak powerhouse of the Wind Realm, alongside an elite super troop of peerless rank, had utterly shattered all of Jin Yuyang's self-confidence. Even his hands were trembling slightly, while the rest of the Jin family members stood frozen in utter shock and trembling terror.

"Hmph, are these the Three Saints of the contemporary Lion King's Institution? How very young..." Iblisbel stared at Kazuomi Himeragi, snorting dismissively without a trace of emotion.

"Tick-tock, tick-tock!" Having paid the sufficient amount of time-force, the primary body of Kurumi pointed the muzzle of the flintlock pistol held in her left hand directly at her own flawless, jade-white chin. No matter how one looked at it, it was the unmistakable posture of suicide by firearm.

Dragon-Lion immediately gave his consent, and Ling Xiao along with the other three departed under the guidance of Duan Wuhai's attendant to have their wounds treated, while Duan Wuhai himself remained in the plaza alongside Dragon-Lion and Huo Tong.

Seeing her brother covered in blood—unable to tell whether it belonged to him or his enemies—Yu Miaoyi felt a pang of deep heartache. Noticing his cracked and dry lips, she hurriedly unfastened her waterside pouch and handed it over to him.

"I don't want to drink medicine, get out." Duan Jingqi did not know whom she was stubbornly venting against, yet she still retained a trace of endearing charm.

Therefore, in order to mitigate their punishment, they successively summoned their martial souls and launched an attack toward Su Xing.

Just as she collapsed backward, the door creaked open, and Prince Duan stepped inside to take a look.

Amidst the scorching heat of the blazing palm, countless blocks of ice and snow hissing upon contact melted into dense water vapor, completely shrouding an area with a radius of three miles, making it nearly impossible to discern the scene within.

"No, perhaps that is precisely what the Emperor has in mind." Old Madam Zhan's gaze lingered on Ye Fenghua's exquisite face, sensing a breathtaking and soul-stirring beauty. Such a beauty, who also possessed exceptional painting skills, could easily attract the Emperor's favor—it was only natural.

Damn, so she lived with her relatives. I really had the wrong idea; it turns out Sanglan isn't one of those girls who puts on a false sense of propriety the moment she sees a poor bloke, but rather a rare, 'proper' art student.

An electronic chime that felt utterly out of place alongside the setting of a magic academy echoed throughout the train.

Once she figured it out, her mood settled considerably. Within the lingering warmth of Duan Jingqi's embrace, she turned over, buried her face against the chest of the man beside her pillow, and fell peacefully asleep.

Zhang Donglai picked up the wine glass on the table, took a sip, his brows furrowed slightly as he sank into deep contemplation.

My heart was beating wildly. Ever since coming here, I felt as though every breath of air I drew was filled with freedom.

After a protracted and bitter battle, Youyou and that swordsman finally reconciled. There would be no more overly affectionate and mushy displays. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel a sense of refreshing relief. There was simply no helping it; whenever Youyou and the swordsman argued, the entire guild would be turned into an unbearable mess.

The general could not believe it, nor was he willing to believe it, yet a voice deep within his heart whispered that it was precisely that unnamable monstrosity.

Only at the very end, when Luo Ping's mental state flickered with instability, did he unexpectedly unleash the divine art of the Death Curse Light, attempting to annihilate Luo Ping in a single blow, which ironically and mistakenly resulted in the death of Chen Xiuxiu.

When General Carter walked through the portal and arrived at the containment facility of the hound-like demonic beasts within the span of a single breath, he was finally utterly and completely shocked.

Zhao Zhen was indeed thinking that since the Yuan army was willing to shoulder all the blame this time, once the storm blew over, he would do his utmost to help the Yuan army in return.

The midday meal was lively and bustling, restoring everyone's former vitality. Li Tianchou chatted and joked around with everyone with a cheerful smile, yet heavy pressure weighed upon his heart. He had already boasted grandly, but troublesome matters could not be resolved merely by blowing hot air.

Li Tianchou opened his eyes; the thread guided by his spiritual sense was vibrating violently. His head felt as if it were being torn apart, a lingering agony stemming from the might of 'Annihilation's' palm strike. Fortunately, he was protected by a barrier, otherwise that single blow would have completely shattered his spiritual world.

"It is not entirely impossible to tell you, but you must agree to a condition. Only once you agree can I reveal the method to you," the senior said.

Thus Xiao Awu and Fatty Xiao could only watch helplessly, unable to offer any assistance, pacing about like ants on a hot pan.

Much like Zhao Zhen previously, who went to great lengths and orchestrated so much—was it not all to cause Zhong Lingyu to tumble from the heights and plunge directly into an abyss of eternal damnation?

──For he knew that Fu Hongxue could no longer control himself, and he believed that he finally had the opportunity to defeat Fu Hongxue.

At this moment, Du Tiansheng had been driven to a dead end. He knew that regardless of whether he stopped or not, Lin Qixuan and the grandmasters present would never let him go.

Hua Mantian stared at him, walking forward step by step. The tip of his sword trembled incessantly, and the hand gripping the hilt seemed to be shaking as well.

A wave of sound rippled in all directions, instantly revealing Makong's figure. It appeared he was manipulating the toxic bee Gu and launching an attack toward the spot where Zhang Zhipei had just been standing. Meanwhile, Makong's original physical fragments instantly dissolved into countless Gu insects.

"A dimensional gateway... let me think, it must be Yapool." Zoffy currently only recalled the extradimensional Yapool, completely unaware that the terrifying entity was actually Bogal.

Had it not been for the sake of ensuring the survival of the QQ brand, why would he have sent someone all the way here, shamelessly peddling the threat theory of GA, and pulling every string possible to cooperate with Zhuang Yan?

After careful observation, Zhang Zhipei first confirmed that this accident was not a derivative of the Spiritualization Tribulation; hence, it was blatantly obvious that someone was taking advantage of the situation to plot against him.