Chapter 946: The Commoner Elder

On the solitary mountain, abandoned wells littered the ground, desolate and barren.

In the city, frail orphans carried bamboo baskets, bent over, using their dirty little hands to pry rough ores from the pitch-black earth.

Only this way could they survive.

Beside them, Mo Hua, invisible, walked past quietly, his expression somber.

Fortunately, Master Gu remembered his instructions and painted a first-rank Wind Pattern on each orphan's basket, slightly easing his burden.

Then Liu Feng just ran off—do you think Liu Feng intended to draw the Demon Wolf Emperor's attention, making it chase him out?

That year, the Demon God's thought, suppressing his anger, said, "I'm too lazy to argue with you—you'll regret it!"

As long as he temporarily restrained Yang Ze, his twenty-plus brothers behind him could give Yang Ze a good beating.

He quickly clamped his mouth shut, staring in horror at Shen Qiansan, then turned to the others, filled with panic and fear.

With a wave of his hand, he dismissed the cold-jade circle; Shen Qiansan no longer paid attention to these ants and returned indoors to ponder.

Those golden flames seemed capable of burning all things; no matter how violent the attack, all were utterly consumed by the golden flames.

In his view, Wang Chen and the others' best choice was to shoot themselves immediately—even if their corpses were dragged behind the ship and shredded by the propeller to feed sharks, it would be better than staying alive beside the propeller, helplessly watching themselves become shark food.

Li Mao pressed his hand down, signaling Shi Xiong to bring Qing Mo a bowl of tea to cool her temper; Shi Xiong swiftly fetched a chilled tea, and Qing Mo grumbled as she took it, sipping once.

Suddenly, beneath his outer robe, the Water Release: Rasengan appeared, the Rasengan in one hand, the other hurling a specially crafted shuriken at Xingye Bing.

When he heard this notification, Liu Feng's heart shattered—he was utterly crushed, furiously angry, yet his power had surged—he could fly now! Was this the rhythm of flying from rage?

Thus, the unlucky member of the Tian Group was slammed hard onto the Ling family's rocky ground, landing on his back, limbs flailing, dazed and disoriented; his body fell apart, spitting foam instantly, consciousness gone.

Of course, if this happened, it would mean they had utterly lost their chance to contend for the realm; the future world would be decided between Yuan Shao and Cao Cao—and if the Battle of Guandu were to occur, his opportunity might still arise, though he dared not gamble on it.

"I hope so," Liu Xiangxiang's face was grim; she silently vowed that when Ye Feng returned, she'd make him pay.

He must lie low for a time—at least until the Saintly Cataclysm officially began; Sorel must remain discreet. Once the Saintly Cataclysm fully erupted and other deities took on Saintly forms and walked the world, he would no longer stand out.

After finishing the song, John, sweating, quickly pulled Anna close, smiling with a hint of pleading.

The roar echoed. The misty hand shattered into fragments the instant it was pierced by the pale light; the pale light instantly appeared before Meng Hao.

Originally, even though Pi Dong was nagging and the parrot was arrogant and domineering, she had endured them. After all, you still respect the master when you beat the dog. Meng Hao had saved her; naturally, she tolerated these pets of his.

Suddenly, he stopped walking, frowning—hadn't Taiji also mentioned once, during the Void Realm, there were fragments of words about the Infinite Calamity, the End of Heaven and Earth? What was this about?

Liu Lan chased after him—where should he go next? Sun Zhao sighed softly, his expression dim; he could go anywhere except Guiyang, but the question was, where could he actually go?

As a result, the imperial relatives, the eunuchs, and even the last loyal contingent of the Northern Army vanished into thin air; the Son of Heaven had no people, no troops, and could only become a puppet of ambitious men.