Chapter 208: Your Majesty Is a Virtuous Ruler

In Xianyang Hall, Yuan Ziyou grew tense upon hearing General Er Zhu Rong's words.

Of course, this tension was not born of fear, but of excitement.

Fight... fight... fight!

As long as General Er Zhu Rong and Li Shuang turn on each other, once Luoyang descends into chaos, the situation can be reversed.

Yuan Ziyou awaited this with such expectation!

"Second Brother, just say it straight. Do you not wish to part with these supplies?"

As soon as Li Shuang spoke these words, the hall

"Thank you, Immortal Lady..." Zhu Bajie, knowing he was in the wrong, stepped aside and began to play with that Red Boy, trailing far behind the others.

Jin Yi had initially been merely curious, but as time passed, the chanting of the scale accelerated, and some familiar scales suddenly entered his ears; instantly, his form shook violently.

"Then you go deal with them; I can't take it. Your charm is too great, beyond what I can accept." She shot back with one sentence, and Qin Muchen slowly exhaled two words: Fool.

The nun smiled slightly, led the two into the main hall, gave them a bundle of sandalwood, lit it with fire, then withdrew to the side, signaling Meng Que and Li Dashuai to kneel on the cushion and offer incense to the Buddha.

Rose petals and white butterflies collided repeatedly; violent explosions soared to the clouds, while wild immortal qi and demon qi scattered everywhere. The petals and butterflies, conjured from the two's demonic power and immortal power, tore at each other, with vivid red and pure white colors dancing wildly and scattering in the air.

Minghuang quickly fetched a pure steel object like a pot lid and covered the Dragon Yuan Soul with it. Immediately, clanging and crackling sounds erupted; a series of explosions rang out from within the lid for over a minute before gradually subsiding.

An Nianchu had not yet finished speaking when she saw that familiar figure behind the Dean of Academic Affairs; the rest of her words caught in her throat, and even the smile she had grown accustomed to over the years vanished completely.

That man was around sixty years old, his left eye blind, with a horizontal knife scar running from his eyebrow down across his head. Judging by the scar, his eye was very likely blinded by this wound.

They had left, but Zihan was far from idle; she intended to make good use of her identity as the Alliance Leader of the Martial Arts World.

Xie did not raise his doubts with Future; since the latter had arranged it thus, there must have been a reason. Xie did not care about Future's true purpose.

"Yes, yes, I remember that after taking this photo, we walked another five or six minutes and reached that birch forest. Just take us there; once we arrive, we should be able to recall how to proceed!" Having finally found a valuable clue, Fan Weiwei was so happy she almost jumped for joy.

"No rush; I can stand here and bask in the sun," Wang Rou said, as if she could always find something to do.

Previously, they had thought they could capture him and extract the location of the main formation; now, it seemed this was a vain hope.

Huo Qing did not know where the strength came from, but he immediately climbed forward. On the ground ahead, there was still standing water, and those scorpions had climbed onto the four walls. Huo Qing paid no heed to this; finally, he crawled into the sunlight. The air was fresh, and the light was so dazzling he could barely keep his eyes open.

Without exaggeration, as long as he wished, there was nothing he could not steal; even in the imperial palace, where experts gathered, he could come and go as he pleased.

In this way, the balance of strength and weakness instantly reversed; dealing with Ji Chengche would become even more difficult, while his own group would have to worry about their own heads.

This place truly gathered all members of the Yun family. Except for those who were out of town and could not come, basically everyone surnamed Yun had arrived, including some loyal guards of the Yun family who did not bear the surname Yun.

Liu Tuo thought it was funny; previously, he had been afraid of those three demonic beasts in his heart, but now the situation had reversed.

That kind of battle where both sides were already exhausted, yet still struggled desperately to crawl toward each other, using their last strength to strangle the other's throat, just to kill the other.