Chapter 721: Burning the Rhinoceros Horn

When the path is exhausted, dreams meet the spirit.

The “Luochuan Crossing” says the Spirit Realm selects those who have reached an absolute dead end.

But does the search for the Spirit Realm’s own dead end also fall within this gentle rule?

It has nothing to do with boundary markers—it is reflected on a far greater scale. This left Pei Ye stunned for a long time.

The kitten actually saw nothing, but through Qun Shou it shared Pei Ye’s perception; now it whispered, “I told you, the mirage will remember your efforts.”

Hua Chenhai and Zhang Yuhuan’s eyes sparkled; they too had noticed, but it seemed they had always spoken this way.

Public opinion is a sharp net of swords, and the simple folk are the invisible blades manipulated in hand—Prince Ning understood this deeply.

Yet speaking with righteous confidence, when he saw Wenren Junfu’s face slowly darken, Wenren Junqiao felt an urge to cry.

Ordinary people can’t enter; even with thirty thousand in the beginner class, the Great Luo Heaven has tens of billions—this is one in ten thousand.

Lin Feng replaced the magazine on his rifle, then told Lengzi to unload all the cargo.

The proud state advisor always despised flattery, but on this day, becoming the subject of such words, the taste was exquisite beyond words.

When threatened, this kind of struggle is the dumbest method—it easily angers the killer—yet it is also the most obvious and effective.

Moji stared at Murong Ruo, who looked like a lovesick fool; a breath lodged in his chest, neither swallowable nor expellable, stuck in his thorax, neither up nor down.

It’s laughable: if you’re going to manage the armored worms, go after the Duan family and kill Min Hanzan; if you’re going to manage the rat tide, kill Zhuo Lihua; managing the innocent just for show is shameful.

“Don’t talk about this yet—look at the menu, pick what you like.” Zhao Song handed Li Mingxia a menu. “Jinyuan” Restaurant’s dishes weren’t overly expensive—that was why he chose it. Still, the food here was decent.

Hua Xi never intended to truly confront them; she only meant to scare them and dampen their spirit.

“We’ve detected a Chinese helicopter approaching—its target may be us!” the staff officer replied urgently.

With the earlier incidents still unresolved, his company was in serious trouble. Though it wouldn’t collapse outright, continued decline would cause severe losses.

Kamar-Taj, where the ever-watchful Gao Yi had been secretly monitoring Qixi, immediately activated the magical defenses of Kamar-Taj and the Three Sacred Sanctums, so the mages of Kamar-Taj and the Three Sacred Sanctums were unaffected by the psychic surge.

Now that we’ve already clashed with America, we must fight to the end! Perhaps—perhaps next time we can utterly destroy the American navy and force them to the negotiating table. Then, our Great Japanese Empire might still have a chance to dominate the world.

Under the tense standoff, Yun Tu spoke such arrogant, provocative words; Ming Hanfeng truly wanted to clap for Yun Tu.

For this reason, the royal family deposed him under the pretext of insanity, and he mysteriously died days later.

Likewise, beyond the thousands of fighter jets in Outer Mongolia and the navy assisting coastal defense, he also deployed an aviation brigade of Eagle fighters as backup—this was all the aircraft he could mobilize.

Murong Chenxi’s eyes, rare indeed, softened; she gently patted Murong’s mother’s back to soothe her emotions.

Last year, I heard a confirmed rumor: the Qizhou government was secretly raising funds across the region; anyone who donated to Qizhou could receive official rank and land proportional to their contribution—I was tempted.

For a moment, the two fell silent, gazing at each other. A faint emotion passed between them, yet both fiercely suppressed the impulse about to erupt.