Chapter 184: Fierce Mastiff

Jingzhou, Anding.

After Hu Chen’s death, Wanqi Chounu and Suqin Mingda inherited Hu Chen’s core territory, seizing most of Jingzhou, Gaoping Town, and Bogeju Town.

They were both senior generals under Hu Chen and reached an agreement after his death.

Wanqi Chounu expanded toward Jingzhou and Qizhou, while Suqin Mingda expanded toward Xiazhou and Shuozhou.

Thus, the two would not clash—at least, not until their territories reached their limits.

Chen Da and Yang Chun were delighted; now that their chief leader and the band’s strategist Zhu Wu had left, these two crude warriors truly preferred ready-made strategies like this.

Watching one Ning family warrior after another fall to the ground, Ning Shaoyun’s eyes turned bloodshot; though his attacks were ferocious, every one was blocked by Lin Tianhu.

Ye Xingchen flicked his wrist, sending a streak of spiritual energy flying, which immediately sank into the spiritual array, activating it instantly.

“Bring the ‘tree’ close to them, let them see it clearly—these living eyes are just not sharp enough,” said the monk with long limbs and a bloated belly. The chief monk, with a child’s body and an old man’s face, said nothing.

Mu Lengqian’s brow radiated confidence; on his jade-like handsome face, a captivating, soul-stealing smile bloomed, dazzlingly brilliant.

Sang Qi and Yan Yan, utterly unaware of this, continued busily with their own affairs.

Xiao Ruyun did not ask what the object was; the necklace of gems on the puppet wife’s neck, or the six golden bracelets studded with gems on her hands, could both be the source—the principle, once explained, was simple: it was merely a more complex, easier-to-operate version of a talisman.

She would go to the Mo Men, and she would absolutely confirm Nie Xinghen’s fate—so long as there was even a glimmer of hope, she would not give up. But not now.

Before the words had even faded, Hui Xin’s right cheek was slapped again. Finally, her right cheek swelled to match her left, perfectly symmetrical.

This arrangement was clearly the work of a seasoned expert in both siege defense and assault. His Shangyang City was laid out nearly the same—only with more arrow slits and denser hidden sentries.

His grip was strong; Cheng Rao felt a sharp pain rip through her scalp, and tears nearly spilled out.

After the minivan left, Chu Bai drove the pickup forward and stopped where the minivan had been. The man in military uniform approached the pickup as usual.

Seeing Cui Ziyang’s tacit approval, the Green Lion dug its claws into the ground; though carrying one human, one demon, and one ghost, it was unaffected, charging straight into the cave entrance.

Of these two thousand, most were two-star demonic beasts, with one or two three-star ones. After being raked by machine guns and artillery, the two-thousand-strong demonic beast alliance was reduced by half.

When Wu Zhao rode the demonic spirit Black Kun and found a spot with signal, he contacted Tianjian, reported the situation, and Tianjian immediately rode over.

Sometimes they exchanged a few extra words—but only that; no further contact occurred.

He carried her all the way to the operating room door, then stopped, lifting his hand to adjust her fake mustache.

“Chief! Chief Sir! Please, take pity on us—take us back! We’re dragging this huge burden around, it’s exhausting!” Tian Tao grinned as he sidled up to Zhang Yunxian.

Zui Chengfeng stepped over the broken wall. Cui Ziyang had said he wouldn’t enter the temple, but seeing this, he wasn’t even sure if anyone was inside—so he followed in, and saw only desolation everywhere.

Now the arena had grown larger; if he still clung to a corner, curled up, and waited passively as before, he’d surely be laughed at.

All the elders wore varied expressions; some even sneered, eager to see what Lan Yuande would choose.