Chapter 166: Sword Shatters the Void

"If it really is that guy, he'd never lightly accept a challenge without sufficient confidence!" Yun Yue thought to herself; based on her understanding of Lin Chen, he never fought a battle he wasn't sure of.

Mi Yiqing walked in carrying a freshly cooked millet porridge, glancing uneasily at Ouyang Lietian slumped on the sofa—what exactly was wrong with his stomach? Why had he thrown up without eating anything at all? Old Quan said his stomach was bad, but how bad exactly? She figured she ought to persuade him to go to the hospital for a checkup.

"My husband is Chinese, so he taught me how to cook delicious Chinese food," the aunt explained.

"Prince Hao… aren't you already tired of me?" Tao Hua lifted her head from Prince Hao's arms, looking up at his stunningly handsome face, and asked anxiously.

The water was safe enough, but due to excessive groundwater extraction before the apocalypse, each draw yielded very little. Thus, the base strictly rationed water: each person was allotted a fixed daily amount—just two jin.

"Look, you wanted to go see it, and I want to see it too—let's go together!" Lin Ker said.

"Master, what's this…?" Murong Shan's voice was filled with concern; outside, thunder and lightning raged, the wind howled, and a deluge like a bursting river was surely imminent.

"Boom!" In a deafening explosion, the golden giant palm shattered the Yi Wood Illusion Hand, then surged forward like an unstoppable tide, slamming toward Yun Chen.

Passing through Zhenbao Street in Yanzhou City, Pan Qingyang's head guard, Bing Lao Da, was also hurrying toward the Pan residence. He hadn't slept all night, tasked by Pan Qingyang to scout the surroundings of Chen Bingjin's estate.

"Thank you, Master Guo," Xu Chu replied with gratitude; though the lord had said he wouldn't punish him, Xu Chu felt uneasy. This whole affair stemmed from his own mistake—if he escaped punishment, his conscience would not rest.

Yes, it was the spear-wielding warrior whom Ai Er and the others had encountered outside the city.

"Boss! You just told Lao Er to go check something—now open your eyes and take another good look!" Xingtian said with a mysterious grin, pointing toward the dense weeds across the way.

Of course, this was merely ideal; in reality, tunnel construction had to account for Earth's rotation and many other factors, resulting in a final corridor with a slight angle—a grand passage piercing between worlds.

Of course, he held many other sensitive identities: the most loyal subordinate of the Psychic King Su Yu, one of the former National Security Bureau's twelve S-class psychics, a defector from the NSB, a traitor to humanity during the Saint War, one of the executioners for the Alliance side in the 2022 civil war, one of the enforcers who utterly destroyed the old NSB.

Xinzhou was not far from Chang'an, and the Mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang lay at the northern foot of Lishan Mountain between Xinzhou and Chang'an; Fu Can had covered most of the distance in just two days.

His true identity as a god clan member was now known—would this affect the smooth progression of their love? But recalling his solemn vow in the Dark Temple, Kalethe hoped her worry was unnecessary.

Wang Wenji suddenly vanished from the maple tree, his body nearly teleporting before Liu Qi's, his right fist swinging lightly—easily smashing the ferocious Ao away.

They were exhausted and starving; not far ahead stood an inn, nearly empty. The innkeeper ran it only because he found life meaningless—if he didn't find something to do, he'd rather die.

Upon arriving at Qiaokou, he'd planned a counter-ambush: using the sentry as bait, he intended to disperse his troops into ambush circles around it. But no sooner had he reached Qiaokou than Li Ziyuan's forces arrived right behind him, delivering a brutal wake-up call.

The Hell Demon Phoenix convulsed several times, its legs weakening and collapsing beneath it, dropping straight to the ground.

Under Zhang Jing's command, when they stormed the Yong army camp, one or two lives meant nothing to him—he wouldn't even blink—but for the people of Ningbo, every life was vital; each had a family, loved ones.

Huo Ziying was searching for a focal point to anchor a spiritual knot, which would cause the array's energy flow to collapse on its own.

"I'm sorry, Feifei. It's all my fault—if you're still angry, I'll drink another cup!" Yun Shaofeng spoke with genuine sincerity.

Hearing this, Lei Xiu agreed with Haifeng: these things might not even be ghosts. Though they'd previously severed the monsters' heads with Kuang Ying, they still knew too little about them. Adopting Haifeng's suggestion wasn't a bad idea.

But Ling Zixuan halted it all—merely a slight flick in the air, and the incident was stopped.

"The wound is no longer an issue. Rest more," he said, then rose, packed his medical kit, and prepared to leave.

Allen was startled—Cynthia, usually as steady as a rock, had looked so panicked. He turned and tried to run.