Chapter 131: The Kings

Time flew by.

After conquering Scotland, Deng Ken returned to Dalreda, a town that had existed since the imperial era, facing Ireland across the sea.

During this time, news came from the Italian peninsula: the Hun Empire’s army had advanced toward the Alps; Protector-General Aetius urgently summoned his allies, but no one responded—not even the envoy sent to Britannia.

Deng Ken did not respond.

“Ouyang and I will go to the altar to rescue them; everyone else, draw the enemy’s attention!” Chen Feng proposed.

A single glance revealed it to Lin Nan: the fluctuations in Lu Jiu’s yin energy were caused by absorbing the life force scattered throughout the space.

These fools have always tried to restrain me—can’t I just ignore them for now? Wei Wuji thought to himself.

But Zhou Hua now had to change tactics: if they sent reinforcements, he would tell them where to get Thunderstorm Chariots. He only hoped their aid would arrive in time.

The German team stayed in China’s backfield; Kimmich glanced at the penalty area, then delivered a cross from the flank, sending the ball slightly left of the large penalty box—normally Liang Xiran’s position, but now unguarded.

At that moment, silence was shattered: the newcomer was an ordinary-looking man, dispatched by Xiang Xuan specifically to relay messages to Wei Wuji.

Hinata Hiashi’s heart flared with anger—it was indeed Yunhiding’s plot. If he had just killed those three villages, he would now be caught red-handed with no way to explain himself.

As for Hou Yu, already bound like a rice dumpling, he was entirely outside his considerations—side characters exist only for comic relief.

As he spoke, Chen Feng transmitted the Qi-cultivation method to Wang Sicong. Wang Sicong no longer hesitated; beaming, he went aside to practice.

Song Jianghu roared, sliding swiftly beneath his horse’s belly with the speed of thunder. His technique remained unchanged, responding to all with stillness—his great blade still slashed toward the Jin general’s neck. A splash of blood erupted; the Jin general’s head rolled two zhang away, while his headless corpse was carried back to the Jin lines by his steed.

Lu Chenxi was deeply anxious, eyes fixed on her master’s hand holding her assignment, silently praying he would spare her dignity and not scold her in front of her junior disciples.

The car came to a stop; Mu Yichen took Su Yutong’s hand and stepped out of the Maybach, leading her toward the venue.

On this day, the two returned from a business trip and were unexpectedly fed another helping of dog food by Mike.

After leaving, a cloaked figure draped entirely in black robes joined the group—Jiao Ren A Long’s unusual appearance was unsuitable for display before ordinary people.

After eating, it chirped happily several times, and Mu Li saw a merit appear on its body.

“You lack the ability to unleash its power—forget it!” The old man pulled out a flask from his waist, took a deep swig, then wiped the wine stains and spoke.

Mu Li remained unaffected and even smiled politely at him, making his expression grow even colder.

“Property prices will rise,” Zhuang Jian said. “I suspect these bosses will soon move out, replaced by true cultivators.”

Brother Moujian said nothing, simply took the box and walked in. Seeing them enter, I quickly threw my talisman down and followed.

Isn’t Qin Yu walking straight into the tiger’s mouth?... But Qin Yu may be foolish, I’m not—I immediately smiled and ushered him in. But who’s truly the fool? Who’s the lamb, and who’s the tiger? That remains to be seen...

After a moment’s thought, she had to admit: her uncle was right—her fixation on Youlun’s eye meant nothing to the bigger picture.