Chapter 158

Luoshui Imperial Palace.

Two years ago, this palace was still under construction; now it has been fully repaired, and two additional side halls have been built atop the original foundations, making it even larger.

After two years, the Emperor and Empress Dowager embarked on another journey, demonstrating the harmony between mother and son, and showcasing the Wei imperial family’s majesty, calming the frightened populace of Luoyangcheng once more.

After all, on the forty-meter-wide Camel-Ox Avenue,

“Yingli, have you found anything?” Later, You Xizi asked as she saw us arrive at the surveillance room.

Ye Chen examined Mo Fan, found no odor of decay on him, and relaxed, nodding: “Then let’s go!” He led the way upward.

Ye Chen sat cross-legged in silence for a long time, then suddenly felt his body grow warm; startled, he turned his inner vision inward and immediately saw a crimson-gold heart hovering to the right of his chest, wreathed in mysterious runes, radiating pure energy.

Zhang Hao had no desire to interact further with the locals; after asking the innkeeper for the direction of Devil Canyon, he hurriedly left the city.

“The time for resistance—you’ve seen it. We are the best example,” I said calmly.

Then his body exploded with a thunderous crash; a terrifying spiritual force surged outward in all directions, reducing the ground to dust wherever it passed.

At Fang Mingwei’s command, the giant sphere gradually expanded, enveloping his entire body.

His soldiers were already skilled in mounted archery, requiring no special training; naturally, they understood the power of a Grade-One Bow. After their first practice with it, they immediately recognized their own strength, their morale unmatched.

“I don’t know,” Bukai said, glancing around. “He was just here, but after that family over there rushed off, Conan and Uncle Mao Li ran out too.” She searched everywhere but still couldn’t find Conan.

Upon hearing the generous rewards, the Mohe people all drew in sharp breaths; even Da Bo Rong, the Mohe Avenue leader, felt his interest stir, gazing at me with eager anticipation.

This troubled me, because according to Lü Tong, my grandfather is now inside the Divine Relics—and to find him, I must go there too.

Zhang Lihua, while no one was looking, grabbed a large snowball, crept behind Li Taiyuan, and suddenly shoved it down his collar. The cold made him shriek and bend over, frantically pulling the snow out.

After Bai Qingxue’s Snow God Domain shattered, the Moon God’s army attacked with even greater ferocity. Xianya, controlling the Ironclad Flying Dragon, smashed the Snow Dragon and leapt into the troops under Bai Qingxue’s command inside the Guanghan Palace, slaughtering wildly.

Chu Mo once said the world had changed; I didn’t understand it then, but recent experiences have shown me far too much.

As I silently summoned Xinluosi, preparing to leave the Snow God Throne, Bai Qingxue suddenly opened her eyes again.

So, when Feng Yunyan made the bet with the Herbalist that day, she heard it. That’s why the Herbalist asked that question.

“And then?” Rao Yao, captivated by the Chancellor’s story, grew impatient as he suddenly stopped speaking.

The Sword Spirit was astonished—he hadn’t expected the Sword Demon to have awakened Sword Intent, yet this Intent must have been Lingwu ed only recently, perhaps even too hastily. The Sword Demon had become obsessed, even slightly possessed, within such an extraordinary Sword Intent.

The twins said nothing, merely staring coldly at us; finally, the one on the left spoke.

Before I put it on, I specifically checked the cut—the neck wound was perfectly clean, a single, uninterrupted slash.