Chapter 158: Snatching Food from the Tiger

A great battle.

Deng Ken actually captured two or thirty thousand men; it seemed Mo Luo Wei had mobilized every available force, but the overwhelming proportion of peasant conscripts caused the entire line to collapse at the first contact, shattering the morale of the elite troops. If Mo Luo Wei had only assembled ten thousand elite soldiers to face Deng Ken, he might have achieved some real results—but with only that many, Deng Ken could have descended like a god and charged straight through.

No joke, with a force of around ten thousand, he

In response, Ya Mu produced dozens of strange flames unknown in the Dou Po world, making Xiao Yan’s eyes gleam with longing—he wanted to buy every single one immediately.

Luo Ben cupped a handful of water and washed his face; he had sweated profusely during the path-clearing. Ai Ma copied him, squatting beside him to rinse her hands and face with the stream water.

Fang Bai twisted his neck, producing a series of crisp cracks, grinned, and walked deeper into the darker shadows.

This trip to Disney was entirely spontaneous, so no restaurant reservations had been made.

He walked in, astonished, then opened one of the Doors and brought Zhao Jiayuan and Jiang Yiyi inside.

“Exactly! When will our Great Kang even have a Crown Prince?” Zhao Youzhi snapped angrily.

Once she realized it, her eyes widened in disbelief—she never imagined her wet nurse could do such a thing; the ginseng soup in her hands suddenly felt scalding and revolting.

Sensing Chen Hansheng’s killing intent, Cao Feng gasped for breath, broke into cold sweat, and retreated step by step.

Both recalled how, yesterday at the tavern, the tavern owner had bribed them with silver.

“Alright, you peel the potatoes. I’ll make fries once they’re done.” Su Yinhé gave him a heart gesture.

The two floated through the air, admiring the scenery below, unaware that the sun had already set; the giant blue eagle descended lower, revealing a vast mansion below—Wang Jue stared at the courtyard and involuntarily swallowed.

“Dong!” The heavy bell rang, jolting the spirit awake—it was noon in Qingguang Town, a blazing sun hanging in the sky, bathing the land in bright light; outside the Qingguang Town Combat Arena, crowds roared with excitement, as the martial tournament was about to begin.

“Is this still the Daoxuan Sect?” Chief Guo Qingwei stood on the deck; Liu Chan nodded beside him, gazing at the distant Qingyun Mountain Range, sensing an aura of sacred power—as if it were a celestial paradise.

“Brother.” At that moment, seeing Li Feng’s sudden transformation, his overwhelming aura, Shen Tianyu, standing far away, felt an immediate threat of death.

Both understood right from wrong, knew what was weighty and what was trivial; they had merely acted on a momentary impulse. Now that an exit was offered, they each withdrew gracefully.

Su Jiao’s close friend Huang Chang had been slain by Yun Yu; the three naturally felt shock and fury, and avenging him was inevitable.

Anyone with fans, no matter their profession, must be an outstanding figure in that field.

“Shit! Aren’t you a Grave Robber? Don’t your ancestors all use these secret arts to find tombs and steal treasures? Why don’t you do it yourself—got a case of nerves?” Fatty, tied up like a pig ready for the pot, squawked from the side.

“Huh…” Hua Shan Yuan, drenched in blood, trembled as he stabbed the twenty-first Bing Shang Jiuxia to death; his heart ached as if about to explode, his breath ragged, every cell in his body soaked in a vessel called pain.

In the Eastern Palace, Gan Lin wore a grim expression; the imperial bedchamber was empty, but at his knees knelt a still-young figure—Prince Five, Gan Pei.

“Take me.” Liu Xinru thought for a moment, then left the palace with Situ Rui. When they reached the Imperial Medical Hall, the physicians still knelt motionless on the ground, none daring to rise.