Chapter 733: The Majestic Way of Warfare

Xiao Yu didn't need to turn around to know who was coming.

She wasn't particularly alarmed, for she was currently using the alias "Feiyu Immortal," and had no fear of exposure.

"Feilong Zi, I heard your golden-armored zombie has been drinking human blood and absorbing yin souls for centuries, finally reaching full cultivation."

"But after all this effort, the results seem rather lackluster—you couldn't even block my casual slash!"

She had been careless before, not realizing that beneath the tent's floor lay a golden-armored zombie.

Every year there are Oscars. To ordinary people, they hope to see highlights, something novel—like when Americans elect a president, the public erupts if a father-son pair takes office, or a husband-wife duo, or even a black, wealthy, handsome president.

These ripples affected spacetime, twisting the young man's imperial crown's will, and further empowered the descending altar, causing the altar, no larger than ten zhang square, to radiate a weight comparable to a million great mountains.

The brothers stayed inside for a long time, but their unanimous decision was clear: if Su Mu went, they would follow without hesitation—and with great excitement.

More chilling still, as this pressure emerged, waves of icy cold erupted.

"What's there to look at? When we return, I'll give you a piece—it won't be as big as the one just now, but it'll surely be worth tens of thousands of black meteorites."

Zong Jing cleared his throat awkwardly and stepped aside; Yun Qing had been ill for two years, living in seclusion—he'd even forgotten her abilities.

Distrust hung between them. Their greatest fear was that once the contest began, their own side would sabotage fellow competitors to protect those tied to them.

Besides, if we reveal our identities now, what if the Artifact Elder learns we're here for the Bear Shield and refuses to appear—or destroys it?

"She killed my child—she won't die by anyone else's hand!" Feng Lingluo said coldly.

Yu Ming nodded, but before he could speak, a cold voice rang out from the light behind him.

What exactly did it feel like? She couldn't understand, but since others had it, she wanted to try it too.

"Get some rest—I'm sleepy too. We'll talk about other things tomorrow," Lu Xiang said to Lin Lang.

His movements weren't slow, but to Shengjing's eyes, they were painfully sluggish—he longed to rush forward and do it himself.

"It's hard to say right now. Watch her diet, keep her mood stable, and make sure she takes her medicine on time." No one knew what might happen, or whether tomorrow or an accident would come first—step by step, that's always life's path.

The chase ended with the Holy Sword's elimination; the Glorious Crusaders and the Siberian Storm Bear escaped safely into the Holy Light Cathedral.

"Should I be stricter with you?" Daniel didn't answer, only smiled politely and respectfully at the boss.

"The key is someone behind the scenes is pushing this—Zui Hongyan originally intended to wait and watch," Tang Rou'er said seriously.

Historically, by the time he died, he had fathered fourteen sons. It's said that when Zhu Quanzhong forcibly relocated him to Luoyang, Empress He gave birth to another son.

"Who cares? The matter's settled now—we can go back and sleep well. We thought we'd discovered something huge, but in the end, we were just extras." Zhao Yulin pouted in dissatisfaction.

Along the way, the Wang family servants were all cheerful; every member of the Wang household now radiated renewed energy, bowing respectfully and greeting their young master as he returned, and Wang Wei smiled warmly in reply to each.

Over these five years, Liu Yan had suffered countless injuries on missions; it was only because of the existence of the Golden Wound Elixir that he had survived to this day.