Chapter 160: Who Supports? Who Opposes? (Combined)

The Viceroy of Britannia, Deng Ken, made no statement.

Silence was the best reply.

For a time, Roman citizens across the Italian Peninsula rose in outrage, directing all blame at Valentinian III and his close ministers who had incited the murder of the Protector Duke.

Deng Ken could never wade into this cesspool; throughout human history, how many emperors had murdered state ministers by such means?

This maneuver was direct.

When Sima Jianru spoke, he suddenly realized with dread how inappropriate his earlier actions had been.

Turning around, Ye Feng walked toward Duan Qiantian hovering above the Bone Spirit Flower. As he approached, the last petal of the flower detached and fell.

After he returned home last night, the Shopkeeper had indeed come back, but before he could speak, the Shopkeeper had already asked him how Mu Yi was.

“These should be mutated creatures that emerged from the Bridge Space, but since they lack intelligence, they’ve remained here without leaving,” said Leng Si.

Not only the martial monks on the beach, but also countless martial monks within Chanxi Temple who were gazing at the ocean directly opposite the island, froze in place simultaneously—all movements and postures halted like statues erected in daylight, utterly motionless.

“Third brother, if I heard you correctly just now, what you said relates to Chu Tianyu, and Chu Tianyu is connected to Yiyi—meaning those mysterious, vast organizations are indirectly tied to my Water Clan?” asked Shui Moyun.

Ji Feng’s skill could not possibly have such a short cooldown; in the online game world’s rules, skills were always rare treasures. For elite players like Li Guangming and Li Yanan, they might not be impossible to obtain, but they were far from easy to acquire.

This included Zhang Jie, an outsider—originally not on the list of competitors, but since he was the personal grandson of Commander Zhang of his theater, after his desperate pleading, Commander Zhang issued an order granting him an outsider slot.

The two Golden Core cultivators closest to the gate, at the Seventh Transformation stage, were struck by the violent spiritual energy as if hit by an invisible giant hammer—their bodies flew backward like sacks of sand and crashed against the opposite wall, unconscious.

Under the gust of wind, the flame instantly extinguished; Qiu Zhu and Qiu Mei, who had just tensed up, immediately felt relief—as if with this extinguishing, everything had been resolved.

“Then it seems you won’t survive,” the leader said, shrugging with a look of regret.

When Stephen Strange first began using the Time Stone, the range of its influence was limited, and even now it had not expanded much; repairing the magical shield covering the entire Earth was nearly impossible—but when people panic, any action becomes understandable.

“Then let’s wager on three strikes… If I can make the elder step back even once within those three strikes, I win; if not, I lose. How does that sound?” Liang Yu said with a smile.

This alone was not the worst—what truly shocked everyone was the Wood Emperor’s decree that all major sects must come to the imperial capital within one day to kneel and pay homage; any who disobeyed would be wiped out entirely.

Seeing this, Xian Hu’er exhaled in relief, then scanned the surroundings. Seeing that although these individuals stared at them, none dared to act, she finally relaxed and escorted He Ping out.

Below, a Soul Cultivator nodded, wrapped his arms around Song Zhenyuan’s fat body, exerted a slight force, and shot upward rapidly, landing atop the Black Tortoise statue.

Most importantly, after completing this mission, a significant number of people would remain at the Lord’s mansion to handle affairs, thereby gaining the Lord’s protection.