Chapter 741: Duelling Champions Before the Battlefield

When the Old Ancestor of Snow Mountain arrived at Juyong Pass, everyone on the ramparts, including Xiao Yu, felt as if a celestial deity had descended from heaven.

His purple-gold helmet was inlaid with beautiful gems that shimmered in the sunlight, and two phoenix wings stood upright atop his head.

It seemed even more majestic than Monkey King's Phoenix Wing Purple Gold Crown, for these were genuine phoenix divine feathers.

They stirred the air with flowing, radiant light, as if aiding the Old Ancestor of Snow Mountain in accelerating his swift travel.

The golden chainmail gleamed brightly.

Gao Jingzong, Gao Dudu—these were merely nominal titles; to those in officialdom, they signaled two entirely different things. When Zhuge Suanzi referred to Gao Jingzong as Gao Dudu, the ministers understood she acknowledged Huan Wen's appointment of him as Regional Commander of the People's Militia of Henan.

The sound moved with excruciating slowness; after what felt like half a day, the man who appeared to be in deep meditation finally stirred—only to wrap his robe around the person in his arms, carefully smooth their hair, then gently lift them into his arms and rise slowly.

She wouldn't go near him—he was like a time bomb ready to explode. If she'd known he'd act this way toward her, she never would've come to see him.

She put away her phone, sighed, and glanced at Jiang Liusu, who was leaning against the glass table with her chin propped on her hand.

As she hesitated, Lin Yu's soul grew ever fainter, reduced now to a mere phantom, and the voices beside her grew clearer.

Although she felt her true elder brother wasn't as powerful as the lofty leader of the God Hunters.

Gao Peng stood right behind Lan Rui, smiling gently at her, just as he always had.

Yet now, both in the Grand World and both cultivators, Ning Xiao still behaved this way before the Heavenly Court's princess.

After hearing Yue Yao's words, Aunt Hua smiled and said, "These fruits are all edible, but Madam should eat more meat." Yue Yao consumed more fruits and vegetables and less meat, but fortunately she was obedient—anything good for her health, even if she disliked it, she ate.

Yue Yao not only did this, but in front of the maids in the room, she gave Gu Mama three hundred taels of silver, plus some gold and silver jewelry. Altogether, this amounted to five or six hundred taels.

"I… I'm not sure. I told my family to have only the Greek film liaison officer review it, and wait for his decision." Zhan Kun, visibly shaken, began trembling even in his hands.

"Yes." Dong Xinlei shot Gao Ping a resentful glance, then signaled his men to leave camp and deliver orders. Within moments, squads of barbarian troops emerged from the woods surrounding the camp and returned to their encampments. Finally, a cavalry unit of five to six hundred men rode out and formed a distant line, uncertain of their next move.

Feng Ling turned to look at Leng Ye and saw the firmness in his eyes—he wasn't lying. Instantly, she regretted her earlier anger and the harsh words she'd spoken to him.

"Wow, I never thought a cafeteria could look so grand when it's big enough." It was just an ordinary window-style food court with plain long tables and benches, yet occupying an area as vast as a stadium, even the simple white-painted pillars gave it the majestic grandeur of the Pantheon.

After Guan Xing rode off, Zhao Shu ordered his household guards to find a spot near a stream, skin and wash the meat, gather firewood, and light a fire. These guards had once been mountain bandits and were skilled in such tasks, dispersing to handle different duties. Especially concerning Guan Xing's tiger, they were repeatedly warned—carefully skin it, leave not a single scratch.

Feng Lan knew the situation was urgent and immediately summoned her internal elements, projecting her aura to the door of the Spirit-Guiding Wooden Hut, which opened automatically.

Tian Xing spun his body, sweeping his leg beneath Lie Yan's groin, then raised his staff upward, rotating and shaking it—sending a whirlwind of earth power racing just beneath Lie Yan's lower body.

She stared silently at the Later Qin emperor, fearing he might die of sheer joy—her plan had only just begun.

Zi Yu gripped the specialized drilling weapon she'd taken from the black-clad saboteurs and began hammering it against the weakest points of the ship's hull—bang, bang, bang.

It was like eating food with no nutrition, only fullness—though you were full, over time you still became malnourished.

And within these rooms, Shen Mu could have all non-load-bearing walls removed according to his wishes.

A voice sounded beside Ye Yunchuan, who spun around sharply—but there was no trace of Ye She.

If circumstances permitted, Bai Xinyu would've given Luo Feifei a massive eye roll.

All were earned based on individual performance, troops deployed, and the elite quality of those forces, granting various legendary reputations.

She didn't want to talk to Su Luoheng, but she also didn't want to ruin their relationship—after all, many plotlines required them to travel together. If things grew too hostile, she feared Su Luoheng might deviate from the script.

Wen Song jolted, her fingers turning white as she clutched the edge of her skirt, forcing a single word out through her constricted throat.

Wen Song woke, dressed herself, stepped outside, and stole a glance at Shen Shiwu's closed door—she exhaled in relief.

The Emperor naturally knew his relationship with Qing Huan—several men had entered officialdom through Qing Huan's influence, but as far as he knew, none maintained contact afterward. Qing Huan understood boundaries, and those men usually refused to be associated with the term "favorite."

Mo She frowned beside them, gazing down at the crowd. After meeting their eyes, he smiled and nodded slightly—though silent, his friendliness was clear.

"Exactly my thought." Bai Wuchen wasted no words, drew his blue longsword, stepped forward, and slashed down fiercely. Jiang Li, seeing this, made no delay—gripping his long spear tightly, he surged forward.