Chapter 675: Reinforcements Are Coming Soon!

As midnight arrived, the Guanzhong Army's vanguard commander Wang Wujun led ten thousand troops out from Xin'an County, marching eastward at speed.

When they reached Cijian, it was exactly noon the next day, so he ordered them to set up camp and cook meals.

The "Classic of Mountains and Seas" records: "... Thirty li west of Mount Zhanzhu is Mount Zhanzhu. Its south face abounds in gold, its north face in ornamental stones. A small stream emerges from its north face, gathering many rivulets to form a river that flows east into a valley; the world calls it Cijian."

This place was quite—

Several people in second-floor windows close to the rose-lined path jumped straight down, landing right on it, thinking to themselves: I don't care who you are, aren't there plenty of badass figures showing up tonight already?

Without hearing him admit it personally, I truly cannot let it go. It's like pouring all your passion and effort into something, only for it to suddenly fail or be abandoned halfway—I just want to understand why.

Not only him, but all the cultivators of Azure Mist Sect, except for Yang Taijun, revealed expressions of shock.

"How can this be?!" When Zhao Yi saw that seal, he was frightened by the sealed state.

Just as Khan Qiming was still pondering a countermeasure, a voice rang out—piercing, yet tinged with surprise and delight.

"The Lord of Lu, Ji Chou, has come to surrender!" Saying this, he knelt and kowtowed three times, then rose and walked three steps forward, repeating this five times, until he reached Jin Bi and knelt down, remaining there without rising.

By now the sky was growing dark, and everyone was tired from playing, so after finding a decent inn, Pang Lian and the others hastily ate a meal and prepared to return to their rooms to rest.

"These ashes don't just contain source-spirit Qi, but also a special substance. I'm not entirely sure what it is, but it has made my Ash Beast not only stronger in power but also increased the hardness of its body." Chen Lian was naturally pleased to hear this, but what came next was what he truly cared about.

Immediately after, when he saw Jintang imprisoned within the skull, there was nothing left but shock.

Seeing things had come to this, taking advantage of the instant when Wulan Zhuoya was still stunned and hadn't recovered her wits, Baili Dengfeng wrapped his arm around Wulan Zhuoya's slender waist, then ignoring the severe pain coursing through his body, gritted his teeth and, as if exhausting every ounce of strength, rolled with the momentum, pinning Wulan Zhuoya beneath him.

"What do you want from me?" Ling Duyu asked with a frown upon reaching the courtyard gate. These were neighbors and fellow townsfolk, so Ling Duyu couldn't very well not come out to meet them. Coming to someone's door during the New Year and not even showing your face would be rather unreasonable.

Amid the silence, just as Gu Tianxue was about to ride her sword onward, Tiansheng suddenly pulled her fiercely into his embrace, holding her tight, as if afraid she would vanish the next moment.

While passing through the courtyard, Ling Feng looked at those tortured ghosts. Hearing their screams, Ling Feng could barely walk, fortunately he had Ling Duyu supporting him.

Their strength, though far inferior to Xiao Yi's, was still more than sufficient to deal with a Ghost Beast King at the mid-Spirit Realm.

"This fellow's physical body is quite tough, but anyone who dares to humiliate my fiancée has only one outcome—death." Ling Peng said coldly in his heart.

The Blood Slaughter seal before him was very faint, but its aura was extremely pure, clearly originating from a royal of the Blood Demon Clan.

Only martial artists who reached the Divine Power Realm could master the power of flight, but the Kunpeng Wings, this supreme art, made the impossible possible, granting even Body Tempering Realm martial artists the power of flight.

When Chen Xiao logged into the Void Spirit Space, on the way to the Life and Death Platform, he could hear similar discussions everywhere.

It was still early, but the palace already had a touch of liveliness. Outside Kunning Palace, concubines who had just finished paying their respects were walking out, each one a beauty.

"Put some pressure on Hua Qing for Wang Tingchao, and ask Hua Qing when they'll honor the arrangement with Wang Tingchao," Xu Qing said casually.

"Zhang Lei, but everyone calls me Tony. And you, what should I call you?" The flower-green man said as he handed over a business card.

The only ability was to restore it to its original form—still a soul body, but more condensed, much like when it had been alive and possessed a physical body.

"A solo performance, the feeling is certainly different. In Japan, Yi Yunyi's popularity is far behind Xu Qing's.

Besides, the last few blind boxes she opened mostly required using Fu Jiu as a tool to achieve what she wanted, so she was conflicted and frustrated—better not to open them at all.

Lin Jing nodded, then hurriedly poured himself a glass of water, drinking a sip with trembling hands.

To surprise the audience, Xu Qing and the others picked a large screening hall, and when the audience from the eight o'clock showing finished watching the film, they darted in with a whoosh.

He had fought many 【Humility】 Sequence magicians and knew well that this mystery-pursuing Sequence always possessed incredible power, but someone like Roman, who had maxed out his escape abilities, was truly a first encounter.

Mo Yinyin had wanted to refuse, but recalling how Cheng Chun had used lightness skill to fly around in the sky last time, she immediately agreed.

"I'm making a trip to the Demon Realm, and I'll take you back to visit your family along the way. How about it, happy?" Lu Li raised an eyebrow and said with a wicked grin.

But the Prince of Kang only sighed, seemingly without any other associations from her words.

"There is one oiled-paper umbrella, and it's a rare treasure in the world, worth fifty thousand gold," Shopkeeper Zhang said without lifting his head.

The bone arrows were terrifying, as everyone could see, but far less exaggerated than Baili Bone Emperor's reaction—perhaps because they were both bone, it was akin to some kind of natural predator's suppression.

An Yin did not suspect anything. "I miss Mama too." Her voice was soft and tender, with a distinctly coquettish tone.

And those who had just been cheering for the Western Teaching's hegemon, swept by Yang Jian's gaze, all involuntarily turned their heads or slightly lowered them, not daring to look directly at him at all.

Shen Zhiyi sat quietly in a corner, her eyes deep and thoughtful. Her fingers tapped lightly on the table as if pondering something, and watching Shen Qinghe drink down that bowl of tea, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curve upward.

At this moment, in a hollow in the middle section of Yinsha Mountain, eight black-clad figures sat cross-legged around a stone pillar, motionless. The shifting winds and clouds outside seemed to have no effect on them whatsoever.

What's more, there was a Grand Elder at the late Integration Stage still in secluded cultivation within the palace—if counted together, that would make seventeen Integration Stage Venerables.

At this time, Yunxiao walked over to Holy Mother Jinling and Wen Zhong, smiling relaxedly as he patted both on the shoulder, signaling them not to worry and certainly not to fear.

However, just as the Evil King turned around, that ray of bright, holy power struck the Evil King's back.

Just as the three reached the restaurant entrance, a Maserati happened to pass by the restaurant's front. This Maserati was Xia Yixun's car, and the one driving at this moment was none other than Xia Yixun.

Ye Feng gave a cold snort, his head slightly swimming. The hand gripping Mo Ling Shan's ankle yanked hard, then with a light sway of his body, his solid, powerful right arm clamped Mo Ling Shan's slender waist against his side.