Chapter 160: The Inner Hall

Ye Feng's calm words caused a flash of fierce malice to cross the eyes of several youths. Before they could say anything, a massive figure appeared right in front of them. "Ah..." Before Ye Feng even reached Xu Xiao, those youths collapsed at Teng Hu's feet, their faces contorted with agony. Their legs were twisted at unnatural angles; those legs were thoroughly crippled.

Chen Fan took a deep breath, casting the chaotic thoughts to the back of his mind, and peace settled once more over his heart.

"Fine, fine, fine, as you wish. Then let us go see the Emperor right now, and afterwards I shall render my judgment according to the situation." I curled my lip in a look of impatience. This unfriendly expression was put on display both for him to see and as a warning to myself to maintain a clear boundary.

Sun Bin and Pang Juan arrived at the parade ground of Pang Juan's palace, where they saw the red and black armies of ten thousand soldiers each already arrayed. Looking out into the distance, the skies above the two armies were filled with gathering malevolent clouds and congealed blood-red mist. Faint yet impossible to ignore military souls roared as they brandished spears and halberds, howling at one another.

Yet this time, the referee stared in astonishment at Huang Yifei and forgot to count. For he had witnessed countless knockdowns, but never had he seen anyone like Huang Yifei, who, upon being knocked down, instead gave people the illusion of growing even stronger.

His heart tightened with tension because his final left-foot step was roughly five centimeters too far from the football. Although he made micro-adjustments with the swing of his right leg, he had no idea how it would turn out.

If even the Soul Suppression Stele could not overawe this so-called Serpent Emperor, Fang Kun sensed that mortal danger was looming over him. From the time he came into this world until now, he had never encountered such a terrifying existence.

The person questioned shook her head, effectively denying the proposal. She quietly plucked at her own strands of hair, maintaining her vacant, hollow expression. Emperor Xiao tightened his brow, his gaze growing considerably more complex. He pressed his lips together and ultimately chose to continue the conversation.

The viewers in the live broadcast room went completely wild, frantically demanding that Liang Kai move closer so they could see more clearly, preferably finding one to ride and try out for themselves to experience the sensation of flight.

However, I had no intention of selling either of these items. I could ask Xia Xue if she wanted the gems, while the card could be made into a magical orb for my own use. I had hardly any equipment with sockets for orbs, primarily because I lacked suitable ones. Now that a card with top-tier attributes had dropped, I would naturally keep it for myself.

"A bomber! This is definitely a full-blown violent bombing of the entire match! This physical fitness and explosive power—even Black athletes couldn't match it! I am completely captivated; Fei is truly the strongest man in Asia!" This came from the heartfelt exclamation of a Black spectator.

Seryu mimicked someone's tone of voice, yet spoke words that, if placed in Wu Fan's world, would unquestionably be considered deeply chuunibyou.

To the utter shock of everyone present, Huang Xiaotian, who was merely at the Spirit Awakening realm, did not go flying backward as they had imagined. Instead, with the posture of a formidable expert, he fearlessly charged right back at them.

Observing Xu Mo in this state, the old man sighed as well. It seemed he had brought a massive trouble upon the immortal, yet he himself was completely helpless.

Previously, because the Vermilion Bird legion had five major generals, all the cohorts had already been assigned. Now that an extra major general had been added, those cohorts would inevitably need to be redivided.

Later on, however, Luo Ban unexpectedly joined forces with the Duan and Tang families to establish this Triad Alliance. Their influence swelled explosively as a result, sounding a heavy alarm for the military.

The power of stars and moon flickered within the space, as the bright moon and the silver torrent intertwined with one another. The dense currents of spiritual energy lingering all around looked utterly indistinguishable to the untrained eye, yet in the eyes of Jiutian, every single stream of spiritual energy was intimately familiar. Countless past connections had filled him with absolute confidence.

At this moment, two days still remained before the Moon-Dancing Festival, yet Fengchi City was already adorned with lanterns and colorful streamers, brimming with a festive atmosphere. Every household was busy preparing for the holiday—purchasing food, buying decorative lanterns, and hiring artists to paint portraits of celestial blessings.