Chapter 195

Luoyang.

Yuan Xu had expected that upon entering the refugee camp, he would see faces filled with tearful gratitude toward him.

Then, with a single command, these refugees would spontaneously organize themselves, gathering beneath his imperial banner to serve him.

But reality was completely different from what he imagined.

Before even entering the refugee camp, a foul stench reached him.

Inside the camp, chaos reigned—people were doing all manner of things. The refugees were half-naked,

Fengjing’s technique was simple, but its strength and ferocity made it nearly impossible for ordinary people to dodge; to block it head-on was to invite destruction.

These people had originally thought Mo Fan had merely handed out worthless artifacts, but when they saw the shimmering radiance glowing upon them, they froze in shock.

“Open up!” Chang Sheng Baoshu King was no pushover; after parrying Xie Wujie’s series of kicks, he finally discerned the true nature of the “Shadow-Tracking Leg,” and with a sudden, precise punch, struck directly beneath Xie Wujie’s foot.

He turned back and looked—the Zhao family’s house was pitch black, empty of anyone; the “door” had merely been blown open by the mountain wind.

“Hmph, competing with me in archery? You’re not worthy!” Yang Youji easily dodged the arrow and sneered.

“Come on, chop here—don’t hold back!” Mo Fan scoffed. Sure, they were many, and a Martial King stood among them—but what could they possibly do to him?

“Don’t hurt Uncle Hai—they’re not dead, just trapped by whatever lurks in this ancient tomb!” The blind old man hadn’t eaten in days and could barely stand.

“You—you!” Wang Yanzhang stared wide-eyed at Yue Yun, speechless for a long moment, then collapsed backward with a thud.

With no other choice, he headed toward the camp’s location, encountering several lone Land Force soldiers along the way, whom he picked up and carried with him as he flew toward the camp.

Where the flower rain passed, the void was instantly torn open, revealing one fine scratch after another in the air.

At this moment, Qiu Yanran seemed to have found another topic to continue chatting with Bai Youlou—Wang Cai had just poked his head out from where Bai Youlou had tucked him into his arms.

But their expressions were blank; the call had only told them laser technology had made a huge breakthrough, nothing else.

“Just a Heavenly Gate? I have one too!” Su Ming muttered, and behind him, a hazy Heavenly Gate emerged, shrouded in seven-colored divine radiance.

Su Yu frowned, then unfastened a pendant from around his neck and showed it to the man weeping beside him.

But her absolute rationality and clarity, under Bai Youlou’s repeated intentional or unintentional provocations, began inevitably to crack.

The most frustrating part was that he couldn’t control this girl; if so, he had to find a way to boost her strength.

No wonder he’s a Earth-element cultivator—his physique is tough; even with his throat slashed, he still has two thousand HP left.

Revenge and clan annihilation, carried out with such brutality, cannot be resolved by ordinary martial world rules—the authorities must intervene.

On the empty, silent street, Yang Qingqing breathed in several deep gulps of fresh air, so delighted she nearly wanted to sprint.

The vast park was crowded with people, yet those two weren’t celebrities—how could they possibly find them?

“Yes!” Cheng Feipeng immediately sheathed his wooden sword and replied respectfully, then followed behind Lin Yi like a shadow.

“General Shi, why are you helping me…?” It turned out that the soldier who had been sprinting alongside Fatty was the real princess—no one would have guessed Fatty had used this trick of feinting east while attacking west to smuggle her out of their sight.

“Whether we escape with our lives depends on you two,” said the Peach Tree Ancestor solemnly to the two.

Since both were unleashing their full power, their limbs were saturated with spiritual energy; their collisions produced thunderous crashes.

“You were close to that dead girl once—don’t pretend now.” Xia Tiande tried to rise, but pain pierced his lower back like a knife. He was the type who couldn’t endure hardship or pain, so he dared not move a muscle.