Chapter 193: Disordered Spirit

"Husband, don't just stand there—help me hang the clothes."

Sensing Zhao Dezhu watching her, Zhou Congfang turned back and smiled.

"Alright."

Zhao Dezhu stepped forward and helped her hang the clothes.

But Zhou Congfang seemed not to notice—only her and her mother's clothes were hung; not a single garment of her father's.

"For some reason, I feel like I slept for a long time—many things happened in my dream."

"Then let it be! Your Highness, let this general lead the vanguard!" Liao Chen stared at Zhao Rang with grim determination, his eyes hard as iron.

"Who?" Yang Tianwen asked reflexively, but immediately regretted it—why should he report to me who went where? It felt like meddling too much.

For several months, Huichun Hall had made no sales. Yet Lin Shan showed no sign of worry—he simply waited, quietly, endlessly.

"Surveillance continues. Insufficient surveillance units to cover the entire factory perimeter!" The AI continued, and the crossbows were now ready.

Zhao Li kicked off with both legs; the power armor's immense thrust sent him leaping over three meters.

"My Lord, the enemy's ranks are in chaos. We beg permission to storm the city at once!" Several Cao army officers stepped forward, clasping fists in unison to request the assault.

The colossal golden seal continued draining chaotic energy from the surroundings, as if preparing to store enough power for a final, crushing blow to shatter Lin Xiao and the others.

Junzhi Xian nearly burst out laughing at her description of Zhang Zixing as "ugly-looking and evil-eyed."

Zhao Li had no clear sense of how great the gap was, but he knew one thing—if these infantrymen now possessed stronger combat power than before, victory was clearly within reach.

With such a large force arriving, there was too much to organize and settle. Once everything was ready, they would join forces with the Jin army to push the front line forward, slowly reclaiming cities seized by Heboduo.

Guo Xiang smiled, glancing at Fang Yanqing—she resembled the young Guo Xiang so closely, she might have been her past self.

Having promised Li Bai that, once Jiangjiang or Chixiao regained some strength, he would personally guide Dahe Sword.

Fang Quan smiled—he had no demands for car speed; it was merely a means of transport. After all, in today's world, most people were snobs—if you didn't have a car, you couldn't even hold your head up in public, so many became slaves to mortgages and cars.

"Your strength qualifies you to enter Tianyuan. But Xiao Zhan is a descendant of the Xiao family—if you kill him, you'll invite great trouble," said one of the youths.

Remember, the three bronze tripods had been refined for centuries by the former sages of the Gu Poison Sect—even a Common Grade item refined for hundreds of years could become a decent artifact, let alone bronze tripods.

The talisman was a voice-transmission talisman—by name, meant for transmitting sound, though inferior to voice jade slips.

Zhuge Liang's fists rained down like hail, smashing Bi Lin's body into a bloody pulp. But Zhuge Liang had no intention of letting him go—he kept punching, blow after blow, mercilessly.

"You say, what should we do with him? Send him back?" Xia Guo pointed at Xu Pengfei, lying on the ground.

Wang Chuan spoke—and as his words ended, Lin Xuan traced a pattern in the air; ripples spread across the void. He grabbed Wang Chuan and passed straight through the barrier. Wang Chuan stared, dumbfounded, at Lin Xuan, utterly stunned.

The more they watched, the more their hearts ached; their bodies trembled uncontrollably, facial muscles twitching and jerking.

To replenish his depleted soul energy, Chu Ge activated the Ice God Heart to absorb the cold air around him, restoring his soul energy.

Not just him—all others present were equally stunned. Was the Emperor planning to strike against the Mo family and the Imperial Prince? Why?