Chapter 80

Song Tiandu could only sigh helplessly and shook his head, then stepped forward to help—after all, they were now on the same rope, tied as grasshoppers.

Long Fan furrowed his brow repeatedly at Xia Bora's analysis; even two Sixth-Rank Martial Sovereigns were already beyond his ability to resist, let alone the many other Martial Sovereigns.

That day, Wang Quan sat in meditation practicing the Nine Yang Divine Art when suddenly he heard footsteps crunching through snow approaching. He instantly woke, leapt to his feet, and turned toward the sound.

Seeing how emaciated Bao Shi had become, Chen Yang struggled to understand this sudden transformation—had his previous state merely been a transformation, ending now to revert him to his original form, even plunging him into weakness?

When Liu Fan finished speaking, every soldier of the Divine Tiger Army, including the squad leaders, burst into delighted cheers.

Then Wang Xue unleashed a series of novel secret arts, playing with the several Shadow Frogs as if they were toys in her palm.

But the rows of wooden shelves holding account books along the walls of the main hall, and the wooden roof itself, were the best fuel—if they didn't open the only door leading outside, this place would swiftly become a grave burying them all.

An Qianjin ultimately couldn't withstand Shen Shen Zili's persistent nagging and relented: "Fine, go tell him to get up and clean the kitchen, or tonight he sleeps in the storage room!" Shen Shen Zili grinned and dashed toward the door.

"No wonder you brought me and Ajin. Are you planning to drag someone down with you even in death?" A Chun suddenly understood.

The Ding family brothers glanced at Ding Kun, then at the Lord Wen's hesitant expression, and all exhaled deeply in relief.

A snake catcher had caught a white snake, its body and scales exquisitely beautiful, especially its eyes—gleaming brilliantly—with a minimum price of five taels of silver.

He guessed Chang Long was challenging outside the fortress, luring the bandits out—but the prison's vigilance remained tight, and the Lu Daoist was nowhere to be seen; Liu Qiao dared not move rashly.

"Hah, I'd love to meet the Pope too—how am I supposed to see him?" said an older guard behind him.

His face was gaunt and covered in stubble; his once glossy hairstyle now hung wildly disheveled. The slightly greasy top hat on his head and the cane in his hand were perhaps his last stubborn defiance.

But the Shih's instincts screamed trap—if his squad had even one Hyuga clan member, he might dare pursue—but the Hyuga ninja assigned to the northeast sector were few, and it was unlikely each squad could be equipped with one.

Though this might truly betray Feng Baobao and Zhang Chuyan, there was no time to care now.

Failing to capture Shih, being counterattacked, barely escaping with the Izanagi Technique, and exposing his true face—that was the real wound. He knew their next plans would now be easily obstructed.

Why, when he felt a power surging within him—wild, furious, capable of tearing apart everything—could he not use it anywhere? His strength and mana hadn't grown noticeably.

The River of the Great Dao had submerged Hui Xin and Ai Wang's shoulders; once sunk beneath its waters, they would never rise again.

Weren't the founding ancestors of the Shan Prince's house and the founding ancestor of Western Wu sworn sworn brothers of different genders? Then why was the Shan Prince like this?

It only made the Blood Python more enraged, its eyes filled with crimson, appearing utterly grotesque.

Fu Fu Jiusheng stared blankly for a long time; the bushes still stirred, yet nothing emerged.

So the news spread—to the ruined temple, to the two beggars—but they had long forgotten the king and didn't care about this made-up name. Once they'd shared a table for meals, but now their statuses differed—not that it was impossible, just that you wouldn't think of it.

Fu Fu Jiusheng's gaze turned icy, making Meng Yunsan's heart tremble; his eyes were fierce, fixed on Meng Yunsan, yet not truly seeing her—as if he meant to tear her apart.

Because he felt the opponent's power was simply too overwhelming—he had no way to defend himself.

"Avoiding me?" His hand pressed gently but firmly against her back, forcing her against his chest.

On the bustling street, laughter and hawking cries filled his ears. The two walked in silence; when they passed the herbal shop where he'd once bought medicine, the sound of things smashing inside made Fu Fu Jiusheng stop.

But she'd only come to offer a brief greeting, speaking gently and kindly about resting well here, instructing Zhong Yu to take good care, then left.

When she awoke again, it was the next day. Lin Hanxi was surprised to find Leng Wuchen lying beside her, still dressed, quietly watching her. When she opened her eyes, he said nothing, still staring—making her feel embarrassed.

"What do you want?" Why call me so early? Could something be wrong? A sense of dread suddenly surged.

"Get lost, come on, walk with me shopping," Wang Xiaomin said, her body limp from Li Hao's touch, yet still voicing her thought—her whole frame trembling as she spoke.

"The principles you've explained, Your Highness naturally understands—but hearing them from you makes them even more delightful to listen to." Lin Hanxi felt unusually cheerful—not only because Madam Wang had struck the right chord, but also because of what she'd overheard from the two devoted sisters in the garden.

This analysis turned the faces of all Korean royalty and ministers deathly pale—if so, weren't they all doomed?

"Enough talk. Today, it's either you die or I do." Lan Nuo strained—his clothes tore open, and in an instant he transformed from a white-haired elder into a young man clad in black, lunging forward.

When the soldiers of Dongli Camp saw the grievously wounded Li Lie, every face crumpled like crumpled, torn paper—shock, terror, unprecedented fear. Yes, they had never seen General Li, so always formidable, reduced to this.

She walked inward toward Lin Kai's direction, went two hundred meters, then turned back to see Liu Ruotong being held by Liang Liang Jiaxi, kicking and punching him, hammering at him with her fists.

"Have you laughed enough!" The angry, feminine rebuke came as Mu Mu Ximei stomped her foot—how could the Thirteenth Prince still be laughing after so long?

Lu Feng smiled and said, "Heh, good! Then I'll take charge!" With that, he released from the Chaos Nine-Star Array the peak Heavenly Sovereigns, along with those of exceptional talent and potential—Lu Yu Chen, Lu Guanyu, Shengsheng Yi, and others.