Chapter 256: Thousand Shadows Array! The Duel of the Two Chus! (Requesting Monthly Votes)

A few minutes later, Long A returned to the waiting area with a beaming smile, having secured a spot in the elimination round.

The contestants on the waiting area stared at him intently, their earlier disdain completely gone.

Especially the seeded competitors aiming for the top of this tournament, their expressions grew even more serious and cautious.

Without doubt, this was another formidable opponent blocking their path to victory.

"Long A…"

Many had heard his name for the first time.

He had always been short-sighted, never imagining that true cultivators truly existed in this world.

"This array uses heaven as its shield, mountains as its nourishment, earth as its vessel, time as its transformation, and plants and trees as its eyes. A hundred golden strikes cannot destroy it; even a seasoned horse lost on the path cannot retreat," Liu Ziyue said.

Xu Zhu could imagine how heartbroken and agonized Bai Jing would be, yet in the end, there would be nothing she could do to save Xu Zhenhai's life.

At that moment, the Emperor of Qin's mind flashed with urgent thoughts—he knew that if this continued, even with the Twelve Primordial Ancient Characters raging in full force, all that awaited him was a burst body.

The others remaining with the convoy had no clones; they all still watched the directions assigned to them, ready to act the instant they spotted the target.

Legend says the bones of the Wolf King are sealed beneath Langya Mountain—could the recent anomaly at Langya Mountain have been caused by this very Wolf King?

He smiled brightly and said, "Your servant will prepare Your Majesty's favorite dishes tonight—do not forget to return to the palace." His normally calm and gentle features brightened with joy.

After completing the annual duties, the ministers took their leave. When Fu Wanquan helped Emperor Yongxian back to the Yongqian Palace's sleeping chamber, the emperor—who had been full of vigor moments before—collapsed onto the dragon bed, leaning back against the bolster, eyes closed, exhaustion laid bare.

Watching the chance of salvation slip away, Qiao Nuo mustered his last strength and thrust out his hand.

At that moment, the Emperor of Qin stood atop a river of blood, spear in hand, his aura raging wildly, murderous intent surging into the heavens, stirring wind and cloud.

The power hierarchy in martial arts fiction has long been set; changing it can only be done gradually through trial.

What surprised Han Chaoyang was that the wall, which had been spotless yesterday, now bore numerous graffiti marks.

Viewers watching the livestream suddenly saw thick fog rising from the mountain range, spreading rapidly downward.

At that moment, Weiss heard the roar of engines coming from the ship's stern and hurried with the accompanying soldiers to escort the Norman officer toward the rear—just as they reached the smokestack, they saw a single-wing aircraft launch from a specially designed rail on the stern.

Though filled with rage and lamenting the injustice of the world, he could only work overtime during dinner time to finish the urgent task assigned by Direcot.

"Good. Then tomorrow, when we attack Manila, I can fight without restraint," Wang Mengxiong said.

Gao Hongyi did not want this outcome, so he employed a self-sacrificing tactic—first trying to silence the Jurchen commanders' objections, while also justifying his need to return for preparation, hoping to win their attention.

Before he could finish speaking, the guerrillas' gunfire and the Norman tanks' firepower erupted in a frenzy, like the roaring of beasts before battle, echoing through the snow-laden forest thick with smoke and the stench of burning.

After finalizing several cooperation details, Weiss and the fat vice president formally established the so-called "Steel Alliance," after which he narrowed his eyes and fixed his gaze on this steel ally.

Waste time? Weiss smiled inwardly. Killing such an insignificant man felt almost pitying—but this was the enemy's headquarters, where phones, telegraphs, and possibly other means of external contact existed. How could he leave without causing some trouble?

Whether they were happy or sad was none of his concern—they had come to him of their own accord.