Chapter 967: My

Four Jin Dan experts killed each other and were temporarily disabled.

Young Master Xuan reaped the benefits, seizing the Dragon Vein.

Then, with utter casualness and naturalness, he handed the Dragon Vein to Mo Hua.

Mo Hua grabbed the Dragon Vein and ran.

For a moment, everyone stood stunned.

Young Master Xuan was furious beyond words, his chest heaving as if he would spit blood; he shrieked, "Brat! I'll kill you!"

Mo Hua ran even faster.

"Stop!"

Yet just two days before Zhu Xieyuan was to arrive at Liaoshen, the wind shifted from southwest to south, granting the Jian slaves even greater advantage on the plains.

Though distant lights were invisible, their brilliance and the darkness here revealed how far apart they were—and how far the light could not reach, proving the vastness of this place.

On the other side, Zhang Yang, seeing the opponent endure this heavenly tribulation bare-handed, could not help but let a flicker of unusual light shine in his eyes.

As the lyrics go, he had crossed mountains and seas, and walked through throngs of people; he once possessed everything, only for it all to vanish like smoke in an instant.

Becoming a Shangren is not that simple—it's not enough to just shut yourself away and cultivate hard every day.

In an instant, a row collapsed; Li Lüyi leaned against Wogua's back, holding two light rifles, firing at the nearest rotting corpses. The two worked in tandem: the most corpses fell on Wogua's side, slightly fewer on Li Lüyi's, so the encirclement formed an uneven egg shape.

After carefully studying the three men—Scarface, Curly, and a bald man who seemed their leader, with a calmer demeanor—the bald man remained silent, leaving his stance unclear.

Four hundred thousand Ming troops assembled at Liaoyang; before the scheduled oath-taking for the campaign a month later, some had already degenerated into utterly wicked soldier-bandits.

Back then, in the First Heaven, merely igniting this sea of fire had exhausted him; now, he could control it effortlessly, even sustain it.

"Coming right away!" Li Jingshan hurriedly replied, smiling apologetically at Li Zhang as she turned to enter—but Li Zhang grabbed her arm.

"Cao Cao is about to launch troops toward Xu Province; military supplies are urgently needed…" Huang Yan spoke calmly, but his sentence was cut short by Xiahou Dun's impatience.

Yu Wei and the others found this obsessed man beyond words. Fortunately, most students had already dispersed; the few remaining association members knew him all too well, so they merely shook their heads and ignored him.

A sound like massive waves crashing against rocks faintly echoed from Xie Jinyun's dantian, causing great concern. But they could not intervene—if they disrupted the energy's balance, Xie Jinyun would have no chance of survival; even if he lived, he would lose all his cultivation.

Though Song Ziyang didn't care about Liu Kaikun, he didn't want to be secretly betrayed by this guy. For one, the fellow was rich; in this age, the wealthy didn't need to act themselves—they could use many tricks. So at noon, he notified Wang Yong to watch Liu Kaikun's movements.

Zhou Tianlong didn't want to trouble Yu Huang lightly, so he planned to test the city governor's strength himself—if he could handle it, fine; if not, he could still seek Yu Huang's help later.

"Mr., if you keep killing like this, you won't last an hour!" Jia Wen also drew his sword, guarding Huang Yan's side.

The Fulong Ding revealed its true form, unleashing a vast expanse of seven-colored mist that enveloped the ten thousand people, then drew them all inside. Wang Xiaoyan casually flicked her wrist—the Fulong Ding flew toward the center of Wo Hu Ridge and vanished.