Chapter 41: Reckless Berserker! Spirit Hall Shines! Requesting Monthly Votes

Deng Ken rose to power on the island of Britain.

Who felt the most resentment? Undoubtedly, the two brothers before him, Hengsi and Hosa.

Hengsi died beneath the bolt-thrower, his martial prowess never given a chance to manifest; Hosa was slain by Deng Ken’s Norden Bow, never granted the chance for close combat.

The spirits of the two brothers were seated directly across from Deng Ken—no need to guess, the Spirit Hall’s traditional event was about to begin.

Life in the Spirit Hall was simple.

These two guards cultivated by the Emperor were naturally formidable, yet the two opposing generals from Xiqi were no slouches either—their martial skill far surpassed that of the man who had just died. In the blink of an eye, the four clashed; Fang Xing raised an eyebrow at Helin Jing from afar, a faint, knowing smile curling at his lips.

Mu Han was trapped mostly within the illusion; though he heard Qingling’s words clearly, he could not move a muscle, forced to curse silently within his mind.

Xu Bangxing had already heard from Cangyun how they breached the camp, yet now he still wished to hear the account directly from the two involved.

Lu Hengchuan looked at me like I was an idiot—probably unmoved; even a snake was less cold-blooded than him.

Shi Yin adored flowers and gardening, tending the courtyard outside her palace into a fragrant, elegant space—rockeries, springs, winding paths—rich with atmosphere.

Chilin’s furious gaze turned icy, and his intentions solidified within him.

Yi Xiaoyao’s sword light flared continuously, the Annihilation Immortal Sword Art violently shredding the crimson ring—but the crimson ring seemed endless, preventing them from advancing an inch.

Water had now flooded the entire room, and Lu Hengchuan cursed me like an idiot for a long while before frantically gathering his things and dragging me upstairs to check out; I was in the wrong, so to avoid paying compensation, I had to endure his scolding in silence.

Those words were like lightning, instantly reigniting the dimming images in my mind.

The reason Lulu Sha had broken from patrol and risked punishment to stop Bell turned out to be connected to Su Rui—this truly surprised Louis.

He did not wish to disrupt this stable social order, but he very much wanted to understand the levels of power.

Lu Dandan blurted out what she was thinking; realizing what she’d said, she immediately clapped her hand over her mouth, widened her eyes, and glared hatefully at Yin Qiuran.

Consider that Zhang Yi’s power now completely surpasses that of ordinary humans—Zhao Zilong, Zhang Liao, and Bao Xin all lost to him; how much less could Taishi Ci hope to win?

“Fine, it’s a deal!” Wu You did not dare to underestimate; as he shifted his breath, vast amounts of spiritual energy gathered, and golden elements filled the air, slowly encircling his hands.

Zhang He grew more and more frustrated; several times victory had been within reach, only for Zhang Yi to counterattack and snatch it away.

Since it was clear the “M Team” would never return, Peiji finding a new companion was perfectly normal.

Tang Kong was surrounded by countless troops; at the time, his cultivation was still shallow, and all he could cry out was, “Master, save me!”—prompting Yuan Nian to come to his aid.

Quan Yi nodded and left the ward; he knew nothing now—did not know what to do, or what action would help his father.

This river resembled an ancient, colossal dragon, its scales formed of thick yellow sand. Along its course, dense tributaries spread out in all directions.

Xiao Yun considered: this machine could summon another form of his past life—the Divine Martial, Huo Yun. If deployed in any city, it would be an absolute disaster.

Wen Xiao’s brow furrowed tighter. She thought: if she cooked a delicious meal tonight and that person didn’t come back, wouldn’t she have cooked for nothing?

Since Pan Shan had spoken so politely, it felt improper to harvest Divine Wealth points from a man of his age.