Chapter 167: This Is Not a Military Mutiny

The front line won a victory.

Er Zhu Rong defeated Yuan Shen’s flank army in Henan.

Li Shuang crushed Yuan Shen’s main army at Hulao Pass.

But the victory came too quickly, and the court officials in Luoyangcheng grew uneasy.

In Xianyang Palace, Chancellor Yuan Yong and others fumed with resentment.

Originally, they had pushed Li Shuang forward not because they believed he would win, but merely to give Hu Hou and the Emperor some face—

Look, the armor and weapons in Luoyangcheng

Jiang Guangyu had already been scowling because Lü Daina hadn’t come, and now he heard his mother nagging in his ear.

Tarkit, second only to Walmart, had a retail store on the front street of the Film Arts Academy, where they usually bought daily necessities.

Knowing Jack felt uncomfortable here, Ke Xiangbao nodded. In fact, as she spoke these words, she unconsciously picked up a glass of water from the table and drained it.

Han Yue did not turn around; no one noticed that after the word “disgusting,” the black-robed man’s figure trembled violently, and his back seemed to have gained an inexplicable air of loneliness.

But the rising aura lasted only a moment; Wu Lei, who could have pushed further, did not ride the momentum to surge ahead. Instead, he slowly stabilized his energy and began fully absorbing the sudden surge of power.

Lin Wangwa awoke as if from a deep sleep, opened his eyes, and found the surroundings changed—he was no longer at Gulaifeng, but on a lush, fragrant meadow, ethereal and beautiful, filling the heart with peace.

The father and son discussed the matter in detail again; though no concrete plan had emerged, the matter was now on the agenda.

Zhen Xi, fed up, simply gave up and lay down, closed his eyes, breathing evenly—as if asleep?

Wang Xuanhan picked it up with his hand, then struggled to turn back and crawl forward. Meanwhile, Tony had already tumbled down the stairs, his face bruised, his gaze now dim, his breathing extremely faint and labored.

After Ke Xiangbao finished speaking, Zhu Tinghui stared at her calm expression, frozen in place for a long while, as if savoring the meaning of her words. Zhu the Elder, sitting beside him, sighed at this point. Seeing his son still failed to understand, he spoke up to rebuke him.

“No! Don’t kill me!!” With a scream, the wooden-armored man, missing one arm, was seized by nanobot tentacles wrapped around his foot and yanked out violently.

The tone was utterly innocent, making Liu Yunzhi feel a pang in his chest. Had he not known his wife’s true nature, Liu Yunzhi might have been fooled.

Qin Su’s words were pure nonsense; apart from Tanlang, the other malevolent stars had nothing to do with what she claimed. Yet her expression was solemn, her features grave and dignified, revealing not the slightest trace of deceit.

Chinese players stayed silent, but each harbored doubt. You, a high-ranking Fusan patriarch, don’t even have an antidote for your subordinates’ widespread drug use? Do you really think we Chinese players are fools?

It was miraculous, but it had one great drawback: every thirty years, it required rejuvenation, and during rejuvenation, all cultivation power was lost.

If spoken by someone else, this might have sounded bitter, but Qin Yanzhen said it with utter calmness, making it clear she was genuinely humble and genuinely complimentary, with not a trace of falsehood.

Qin Su turned her gaze to examine her; she appeared about seventeen or eighteen, her face ordinary at first glance, yet upon closer look, every feature was refined, especially her delicate eyes and brows. But since she rarely smiled, she gave off an air of quiet reserve, making her seem far less striking than A Zhen at first sight.

Sitting in his office, holding the phone picked up by his subordinate, Ye Kaisong lightly tapped his fingers on the desk, expression calm, as if waiting for something.

Beneath her veil, Meng Xin smiled knowingly, as one who had been there, and motioned with her lips—do as you wish.

Lu Zhongtian did not hesitate, immediately fetching a bucket of plant ash. Ten or so servants from the Xie household followed behind him.

As Pei Nan spoke, a hand suddenly extended from the narrow gap between the shipping containers. At the very moment the hand appeared, Tang Guoming’s automatic rifle barrel swung toward the direction of Pei Nan’s voice.

Even if, hypothetically, the Four Gods with a bad ME could still win, such a terrible play would cost me countless followers.

Lü Jian felt he had seen something strange, something that completely ruined the atmosphere; he rubbed his eyes, and confirmed he hadn’t imagined it.

Yu Xian clenched his teeth and forced out a single word from his hoarse throat. Just one word, yet it seemed to drain all his strength.

All of them simultaneously thought the same thing, but seeing Zhang Chuyang steal the spotlight, the other young men refused to be outdone and rushed out to face the zombie horde head-on.

It’s too easy for a tech person to leave a backdoor; if he has ill intent, he can expose the company’s secrets or deliberately cripple its digital systems.

But when he saw the glowing ring on the pyramid, he was stunned. He had scored 52 points in one quarter and 76 in a single game—yet the second level of the pyramid was only half-filled.

“Maybe if I eat the core, I won’t turn into a zombie. Yes, that must be it!” Zhou Yan clung to this thought like a drowning man grasping a straw.

While ordinary players’ insults and accusations could be deleted or banned, he had no idea how to handle these patrons—especially when they began organizing in groups.

Dongfang Nancheng impatiently lifted his head and, upon seeing Shen Fei’s gruesome wounds, felt a sudden chill in his chest.

The proof was clear—he truly had this ability. After five years of painstaking effort, rows of functional buildings now stood around him; though still crude, they at least possessed the basic functions of a city.

So although Lin Tian said one thing, in his actual plan, the powerful families only needed to mobilize their servants to form a force of about twenty thousand righteous troops to support Zhang Liao.

After Zhou Tao returned home, Lin Tian taught him the qi-cultivation method and guided him into meditation.

“Thank you, Mayor Barry, for your cooperation. Rest assured, we will not harm anyone, nor will we allow anyone to harm you.” Carol smiled, then strode out of the government building.

In spring, all things awoke; predatory beasts filled every corner of Heifeng Mountain, and on the busiest days he faced over a hundred battles, until he was utterly exhausted, his blade’s edge worn down to a dull edge.