Chapter 146: The Ancestral Spirit's

The weather had just begun to warm, but the snow on the grasslands had not fully melted; galloping across the ground was not a good choice.

Yet, to attend the annual deer hunt, every tribal chief would set out in advance.

Bilei should have done the same.

But this year, his tribe suffered a great calamity.

Several tribes, each home to ten thousand people, were destroyed by a great disaster. Bilei's tribe was already relatively weak, and such losses made his heart ache, keeping him awake night after night.

To be designated as Fourth Rank by the Evil-Suppressing Bureau required not only formidable personal strength but also an impressive combat record.

Jiang Zhe regretted it; the true value of these three lay entirely in their bodies, and they possessed very few extra cards.

She had indeed been thoroughly frightened just now; the person in the mirror was simply too visually shocking.

"Are you done? You can get out," Cheng Qingli said in a deep voice, her beautiful face filled with coldness.

Even Liu'er was given leave, told to find any place to play, to go wherever she wished.

He dealt with the Zhongnan Mountain Sect the most and knew these people had terrible character; they did every kind of evil deed. In such a short span of days, several disciples on the mountain had already been beaten and injured.

Given Jiang Zhe's current strength, horse combat was rare but certainly not nonexistent; he would encounter it sooner or later. If he faced such speed, he would be extremely passive, unable to kill the opponent and instead being kited. Except for the 【True Red Eye】, his hands could leave the cards.

Suddenly, he felt his head grow heavy and foggy, his vision went black, and he fell into a deep sleep.

"I'm not sure, but if that were the case, there would be no need to raid this place just to lure us over," Chen Mo shook his head.

"I do not want the protection of King Arthur; I will rely on myself to become the strongest knight in history!" Jiang Zhe shouted in a low voice.

"I do not believe you are from the Treasure Hall; I merely wish to know what relationship you have with the Treasure Hall!" Yang Jingxiu said, frowning.

"I will not let you succeed again." Hua Can's lips, as red and beautiful as a rose, pressed slightly together. Her figure, as clear as a breeze, instantly pursued Qing Hong. She raised the sharp sword in her hand, and a gust of wind, colder and more piercing than glaciers that had not melted for ten thousand years, tore through the obstructing air and roared toward Qing Hong.

Now, within this Netherworld, it was evident that the representatives of evil thoughts gathered were the invincible Prison Fist of Duan Yue, the Purple Tiger, and the Furious Dragon.

After hearing Mei Xuelian's words, Pan Yuhong could not wait to release a drop of his essence blood. This drop of Pan Yuhong's essence blood was golden; the moment it appeared, it immediately dimmed the heavens and the earth, and the energy that had been gathering surged toward it like a swarm.

To put it simply: he hurried toward the school, recounting the entire sequence of events as he walked, wondering how such a thing could have happened.

"But, you know I'm very afraid of the millstone," Tang Tang said weakly. At the time of designing Bai Mozi, she hadn't thought much about it, but now she regretted it.

After the commotion today, Yue'er could not make a sound; she had to forcibly suppress the grievance she suffered, which was truly bitter.

While speaking, she glared hatefully at Tang Tang. The coldness on her features was genuine anger, not an act.

Sure enough, upon hearing Du Ruhui say he had seen Li Yuan, the eunuch immediately wilted. If even his master was held firmly in Li Yuan's grip, how dared he act presumptuously?

Speak of Cao Cao, and Cao Cao arrives. As Liang Qian leaned on her elbow, smiling while recalling the daytime scene, a message arrived on her phone.

Sigh. When would she ever be able to make him feel at ease? Thinking of the days he spoiled her, perhaps there were not many left. For now, he would simply yield to her.

The legendary head of the Rong family appeared to be an unpleasant man. His eyes held a murderous aura, and upon seeing her enter, that fierce expression did not relax for even a moment.

Mother Xue, who had been trying hard to endure, heard them cursing her son. She said nothing, because her son had indeed done such a thing, and the scandal had already spread throughout the city; covering it up or disguising it was utterly useless.