Chapter 224: The Grace of Zhu Zhao Is Passed Down; Hongdengzhao

As a sect, Hongdengzhao, from its name to its governance model and even its senior cultivators, is highly anthropomorphic.

But in reality, Hongdengzhao is indeed a standard representative of local power factions.

When Mangxiang received sect support to wage war, the three frontier garrisons of Tianshe Sect held firm as immovable mountains.

What is meant by deep foundation?

This is deep foundation.

But often, the complexity of war lies in that it is not merely war.

In her rage, Chen Jingqiu’s face, surgically altered N times, grew even more grotesque and terrifying.

“I wasn’t looking at you!” Lu Yiyi, still dazed—likely from a hangover, her mind not quite clear—quickly protested as Shen Shi spoke.

This was a tenfold acceleration, comparable to all heavenly treasures and earthly rarities on Earth; Fang Mo felt like he’d struck lucky and moved into the lab outright, devoting all his time to cultivation except for essential rest and meals.

On the way, I asked Sun Tang about Qingyang Commandery; he knew far more than that rat-faced fellow. But regarding Beiju Luzhou and Nanzhan Bushou, he knew little.

Three days later, Fang Mo and Bajiqi Dashen arrived at Tuling Sect as agreed; the wolf demons waiting there all stepped back involuntarily—they had heard of Fang Mo’s exploits, knew that a Kuitian-level beast was helpless before him, and realized they posed zero threat.

Sun Zhuo’s words stunned these western star teammates; Kobe had always been arrogant and aloof, so such a remark wasn’t surprising, but Francis snorted—Kobe could go wild scoring if he wanted, but he didn’t think Kobe had the ability to make the All-Star Game entertaining.

He isn’t the type to be single-minded, nor does he seem the kind who would sacrifice everything for the Star Arena—what is his ultimate goal?

Today was supposed to be Nianzu’s and Miaomiao’s special day, yet she stole the spotlight; though her brother remained as quiet and composed as ever, his eyes sparkled with warmth—not the cold, polite, uniformly distant smile he usually wore.

The so-called middlemen are scalpers who queue for treehouses; since the Chaos Creatures’ Future City hasn’t clarified the procedures for obtaining treehouses, all new beginnings exist in gray zones—and gray zones are where scalpers thrive.

“So that’s how it is—you really plan to level Mount Shituo to the ground?!” Bai Xiang Wang grunted.

Jack’s father is from Xiangjiang City; he used to do business on the mainland, leasing over a thousand mu of land in a western province to grow dragon fruit, earning millions annually—now his brother manages the business.

This is the Nine Dragon Supreme Fist—utterly yang, utterly hard, invincible in might; when perfected, it can shatter the void and travel freely between countless worlds.

“Brother, when will Dad come back?” Fatà said, staring at his peaceful mother, his voice devoid of any emotion.

Wang Qi dared not relinquish the initiative in battle; as he stepped back half a pace, he instantly flung out a streak of ice-blue radiance.

The sudden product launch after the Spring Festival left everyone stunned—it came with no prior announcement, no invitations, no ticket sales.

But a voice inside him told him to stay calm, calm—once he won the match, he could torment Ke Huan however he wanted; not now, not now.

According to normal procedure, the next step was to eat—but the young man stopped, staring at the boiling noodle broth, as if waiting for something.

Seeing that their three strongest attacks had caused not the slightest damage to the great array, all three men’s eyes revealed a flicker of dread.