Chapter 178

On the battlefield in Weinan, chaos reigned.

Lu Zuqian gazed at the bodies of his fallen comrades scattered across the battlefield; having fought to this point, he was overcome with profound sorrow.

He wanted to cry, but his face had long gone rigid, not a single tear left.

Those who attacked them were not Li Shuang’s troops, but the Hu Ren soldiers who had marched alongside them.

After Hou Jingde’s vanguard was defeated, the Hu Ren tribal leaders, sensing the tide had turned, turned on them and seized the weapons.

All of this happened in less than an instant—before you even saw what had occurred, it was already over.

Yet at that moment, she noticed the sleeve of her robe had been snagged, frayed slightly, and some of its golden decorative threads had fallen off.

Zhao Kaitai glanced at Jiang Duanai; seeing Jiang’s calm demeanor as he drank water, Zhao broke into a grin.

Today, he was on duty both day and night; Tang Xiao didn’t devote much energy to the fire incident, forcing himself to focus on his duties.

And and and! Most importantly, if you’re injured, just treat it yourself—why go through the trouble of dragging him all the way to the Mu Ye Hospital?

In an instant, Shao Shi’s heart sent out a warning—he nearly thought the Divine Sovereign had already discovered him and was about to eliminate him in this absurd manner.

But she felt she could still accept it; though she had only been with Chu Nan for a day and a bit, the sweetness within was enough to make her abandon everything.

Cai Junjun froze instantly—why had she contracted this illness? If she had, the only person she’d touched recently was… Sun Xi??

The night wind howled; people drifted like grass and duckweed, his Dao robe flapping wildly. In the sky tonight, an indescribable storm was coming.

Ao Mo’s eyes blazed with madness; he roared, his dragon’s cry piercing the entire Second Sea, where the remaining thousands of dragon clans gathered around him.

Opposite Zhao Ming appeared a young man of noble bearing and imposing presence, grinning at Zhao Ming; what drew the most attention were his fingers—flawless, exquisitely crafted like a work of art.

Frustrated, the host Chen Da swallowed over a dozen peach pits in one go until his stomach swelled. As he turned to return to Siguai Cliff, his body suddenly emitted a series of puffs.

Standing at the edge of Xueteng Island, Yun Yu was deeply curious—there were no major prohibitions along its perimeter.

Ten-thousand-kilogram guillotine: First reduce the body to one kilogram, then use the umbrella to float into the air; then increase the body to ten thousand kilograms—the gravitational acceleration from ten thousand kilograms crushing the target’s neck will sever the head.

Time passed slowly; a month had already slipped by. Chen Feng trained like a madman. His inner cultivation method and martial techniques were already top-tier within the Inner Sect; he no longer wished to waste time on martial techniques, devoting himself entirely to cultivation.

Chen Feng’s smile suddenly froze; Jinghong Sword vibrated violently, “whirring,” and Chen Feng sensed a powerful aura—an aura that nearly choked him.

To strike now, with his abilities, capturing one of the two late-stage Great Cultivators among the eight cultivators—within mere dozens of zhang—would be certain.

“Is that so?” Wang Hou chuckled. “Yes, yes.” No sooner had Wang Hou spoken than the adventurer immediately nodded vigorously: “I swear on my word—if I break it, may I be struck by five thunderbolts!” He raised his hand in oath. The three adventurers beside him also nodded hastily.

The vacant fifth rider position was filled by Si Gong, yet the fourth rider position remained unfilled.

Zhao Ming watched the black-robed figure vanish into the forest, puzzled why a demonic cultivator would save him—and then uttered a foolish remark: “Between orthodox and demonic, aren’t we always mortal enemies? Is there even such a thing as a ‘last chance’?”