Chapter 91: Arrival at Gangcheng

“You’re going to Gangcheng?”

“We’ve only ever seen Gangcheng on TV—we’ve never been there in person.”

After leaving the hotel, Jiang Shishi said enthusiastically, “When we first came here, we planned to take some time off to visit Gangcheng, see Tsim Sha Tsui and Victoria Harbour.”

Gu Zhao waved his hand indifferently. “It’s not even as bustling as Wangfujing in Yandu.”

Xiao Ya asked, “Have you been there?”

The thugs summoned by both sides for tonight’s fight were mostly people of this age, so when they saw each other, the Monk and Second Brother immediately knew their standing.

Black fur sprouted on his arms; his original limbs began to wriggle, gradually transforming into two massive ape arms, huge fists, and black palms—just looking at them evoked a sense of boundless strength; combined with the grotesque markings on his face, it was truly chilling.

I ran another twenty meters before sitting down, glanced at the wall—no one had climbed over—then I exhaled in relief; lucky I escaped.

Watching the Ice Demon draw nearer across the sea, Lei Ting cursed again; he knew these demons all too well, while the other superheroes silently groaned, and everyone else had no words left.

Once in the car, Jiang Xinghan drove, Liu Jie sat in the front passenger seat, and Ling Xiao sat in the back.

Jiatuoshā and Weiwei’an returned to Xuanhu Ju. The museum visit yielded no gains for Jiatuoshā—this was expected.

By the time we realized it, we were already at the base of the teaching building; when we looked back at the school gate, sure enough, it was locked—if we tried to leave now, we might get caught.

But how could this female possibly escape from the tightly guarded Bear Tribe? Now Bear Shi felt at ease—even if he did nothing, this female would surely be spotted by other beastmen.

Chen Jiushan’s expression was as relaxed as Shage’s; this wasn’t an open area, and the alley could only fit one car through—perfect for outnumbering the enemy.

He took a deep breath, pulled out the Bee-Metal Peach from his Kun Ring; having been melted by flame, it had become liquid. The moment he opened the jade vial, a rich fragrance surged forth—this sensation was deeply soothing.

Lüquan City is one of the wealthiest cities; though few here possess elemental or combat qi, there are plenty of weapons bought with money, which are brought out when needed—so since its rise, it has lived in quiet, happy peace.

Hearing Ye Hao say this, the four hurried inside; as the five entered, the lake water slowly returned to normal, but the celestial phenomena in the sky did not fade—instead, they intensified.

In the blood-red void, all raised their heads to gaze at the blood moon above, their eyes filled with anticipation.

Originally, Ye Yuan’s two Tribulation Stage cultivators had been dominating, gaining repeated advantage—unexpectedly, the enemy also produced another Tribulation Stage cultivator; the two sides were evenly matched, fighting to a stalemate, ending in mutual ruin.

Ye Hao was moments away from being possessed by his inner demon when, at the critical moment, a sudden coolness washed through his heart. What bullshit—my cultivation is for joy, who cares if it’s meaningful or not? Ye Hao roared inwardly: one is born to experience all of life’s flavors, and cultivation is to defy heaven itself.

Then she saw the man step out from the driver’s seat. He wore a simple coat, yet walked with the poise of a model.

“Lord Siming, how is it going?” A child half his size rode a white tiger and landed beside the white-bearded old man.

Now that the revolutionary army has been defeated, how should the new government handle these historical legacy issues?

Those movements were precise yet not rigid, brimming with fluid vitality; every gesture and step seemed to harmonize with some cosmic Dao, carrying faint traces of the Dao’s path.