Chapter 148: The Battle of the Divine Tree

A rotting breeze carried a hint of blood.

Dragons have keen senses of smell; they can detect bloodshed and slaughter from afar. Without warning, numerous crimson enemy markers appeared along the edge of the strategic map.

“It’s the Dark Elves!”

Deng Ken’s expression shifted slightly—he saw row after row of Dark Elf hunters advancing through the dense forest, far outnumbering the nearby Aylong village. They were a fully organized army.

As Miao Jueyang crossed the stone gate, the intense light it emitted vanished instantly. Behind him stood only a stone wall—he had fully entered a space whose location he could not determine.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the butterflies around us flew straight toward us. At that moment, Yun Shangwu pulled me onto the motorcycle and sped away. But a Gu master blocked our path, his hand producing a giant scorpion that shot toward us.

I saw the Horseman fall into a cave. We were less than five meters vertically from the ground; with the Ice and Fire Dragons’ help, getting out wouldn’t be difficult.

I thought to myself: since she’s a soul and has no real power, I might as well let her borrow it—after all, if anything went wrong, I could stop her immediately.

“Aren’t you a ghost? Why do you keep wanting to sleep?” I had no idea what to do next.

Why had Bai Niao paused mid-sentence, gone rigid, and suddenly assumed a combat stance toward Orochimaru?

Wang Mengjian had grown so bored by how easily he made money that he began entertaining thoughts of theft for the thrill.

More than ten minutes later, the taxi stopped before the Mu family mansion. The two got out and walked side by side toward the mansion’s main gate.

“I destroyed it. If this thing were to leak out, it would bring nothing but calamity upon the world!” I declared sternly.

Naruto and Lee beside him were stunned—they looked up and saw the cold, stern face of the First Hokage, Hashirama Senju.

Thus, their counterattack was fierce, especially evident in Lu Fei’s sector. Lu Fei himself felt pressure—after every battle, both he and Tian Sha Black Tiger were drenched in blood, some his own, some from the sea beasts.

The seating arrangement was oddly deliberate: it was arranged by Konoha’s Special Jōnin, Shancheng Qingye, who hated Nagato’s Rain Village for capturing his close friend, Shikaku Akimichi. So he deliberately placed Nagato at the very bottom, implying Nagato’s status was lower than Gaara’s.

Xu Lingyue likely guessed it too—this past year, she’d spent recklessly, especially on building the film production side, which was the biggest expense.

But just then, Lu Fei sniffed the air. He suddenly sensed a scent drawing him in. He couldn’t help but narrow his eyes toward it—on a shattered rock, a single flower still stood.

Ye Shuang reached out and pulled. A figure flew up from the river’s surface and landed on the ground, its tail slapping the earth with a series of sharp thuds.

A powerful shockwave raged outward; not a single tree remained standing in the entire park.

“Qian Xia, you’re marrying me tomorrow. Are you happy?” Chu Yao lay against Lin Mohan’s chest.

In the fourth round, Zhuge Rulong rolled across the ground. Suddenly, a long sword shot out and plunged into the earth. Instantly, shards of stone exploded everywhere, and countless figures scrambled to avoid them.

Perhaps sensing something, Gong Zhuo, who had reached the door, suddenly returned to the room and retrieved a scroll from a hidden compartment behind the curtain-covered wall, handing it to Lan Xi.

“H-hi!” Tong Guai’ai greeted awkwardly. The other barely acknowledged him—just nodded and buried his face in his food.