Chapter 73

In an instant, I felt the world spin wildly, all my strength drained away—he pounced on me like a ravenous wolf, biting and tearing at my shoulder and collarbone.

The assault of the Three Realms’ armies is already a fact; their hidden agents must stir up chaos here, forcing the Emperor-Immortals of Source Star to worry over their world’s safety and thus be unable to send troops to rescue those three star realms.

Liu Sha naturally understood my meaning; he glanced at Qiang Qiang, nodded to me, then turned and walked away into the distance.

I brought the old man upstairs; because Xu Qiaoqiao had given permission, the guards did not hinder us, and we proceeded straight to Qingwan’s room on the second floor.

I paused, looking at Kui Hu, wondering—could the “Lord Suzuki” Kui Hu mentioned be Suzuki Takamoto?

Hearing the other’s words, everyone’s expressions darkened; they turned their gazes back to Luo Hao as if they themselves were fighting alongside him, showing clear anxiety.

Jiang Feng has spent years crawling and struggling along this path—do you truly believe I’ve relied solely on luck all this time?

She realized a hand was wrapped around her waist, a solid chest pressed against her back. Someone! The thought struck her, and Su Yating felt unease.

I think I can’t keep acting this way—I need to care more for Shen Linfeng; I blinked at him.

There was a hint of envy in that remark—warriors at this realm find it nearly impossible to bear children, yet Dian Feng seemed to ignore this law of life’s hierarchy.

Retreat became Xiao Kui’s greatest dilemma—how could a force of nearly fourteen thousand men withdraw under the watchful eyes of rebel troops?

The fall of Wanyan Sheng was swiftly followed by Wanyan Zongwang’s rise; Zhao Yougong was not surprised, but it happened too hastily.

Four crewmen descended from the bridge, stumbled forward along the slippery fore and aft decks to the end, then hurled the lead line.

The endless sea of fire was formed by boiling magma, caused by nearly a hundred active volcanoes nearby, all perpetually erupting.

“We have three third-tier soul altars, you’re second-tier, plus Dan Miao and Lu Yi as first-tier—can you hold back the Dongyi first?” Qin Lie asked.

Even the Wood Spirit currently advancing its bloodline likely shares a mysterious connection with the Wood Clan’s Life Tree.

“What the hell? I expected bloody battles everywhere with enemies lurking—how come we haven’t seen a single feather?” Long Ma muttered suspiciously.

The Great Era is coming, and blood and chaos are about to begin—but he was born too late, still unripe; the Lord of the Forbidden Zone feared that if the Great Purge began, even Wang Ming’s prodigious talent would be insufficient.

During his time in Germany, Li Haidun made a special trip to Hanover to visit the retired Marshal Mackensen, and awarded the 85-year-old veteran army marshal an Austrian-Hungarian Knight’s Cross of Highest Honor.

No one expected the Emperor to decide such a major matter at this very moment. The three imperial consorts exchanged glances, but none spoke; as for the princesses, having already gone so far, they naturally raised no objections. Under the Emperor’s gaze, Prince Zhao bowed deeply.

Li Wang silently cursed—this meant something massive was charging toward him. He didn’t know what level of boss it was, but one thing was certain: with his current strength, he’d be obliterated in an instant.

Mandela! South Africa’s first black president, and a globally renowned Nobel Peace Prize laureate. If such a towering figure had arrived, the spectacle before them was no longer hard to understand.

When Longjiao Immortal saw Xiao Yijian suddenly appear, he sensed trouble—but out of gratitude for Xiao Yijian’s past help to his sect, Longjiao Immortal had to subtly warn him. Though his words were blunt, they were meant as a caution against foolish actions.

“Let’s eat more—we’ll go dig herbs tomorrow, trade them for white flour, and then we can eat noodles every day…” Zhou Liangyu said.

Song Yi’s heart leapt; he hurriedly thanked the Emperor profusely. As he withdrew, he glanced at Chen Shanzhao, standing beside the Emperor with a joyful expression, thinking of how this crown prince had spent years alone in the capital, hiding his depth so well—and now openly petitioned the Emperor to appoint him palace officials—Song Yi let out a quiet breath.

He had always been sharp at reading people; as Andy spoke these words, his eyes held unmasked sincerity, genuine admiration, and heartfelt apology.

Helley immediately spat a hellfire projectile at the Gate of Darkness, shaking the skull-headed pillars in the corridor.

Seeing all was well, Zhuang Shuxian finally relaxed and lay down, twisting her neck comfortably, adjusting her pillow to the perfect spot, then closed her eyes.

The relentless chain kick, long a thorn in his throat, had finally stopped—but for the compassionate master who no longer needed to use his legs, this meant he could channel more internal energy into his lightness technique.

Facing the three Holy Knights’ attacks, Gong Sun Fan appeared oblivious—but as they swung their flower swords and shields, about to strike him, he lifted his leg and, at a speed invisible to the human eye, delivered three lightning-fast kicks in succession.

His voice was calm, yet carried natural authority; those below who had been impatiently pushing toward the outer edge immediately scrambled back, causing a stir. Lin Jianlan and the other didn’t understand the inspector’s intentions, so they held their breath and watched.

“Where is Wenwen’s family now? Give me their exact location.” Since Sun Yifan said he knew, Wang Yu spoke plainly.

Lin Yaxin said: “I feel your student cares about you too much.” Then she returned to her bedroom.

“Immortal Artifact!” This time, not just Cheng Feng, but Gong Sun Fan couldn’t help exclaiming—and both immediately widened their eyes in disbelief, staring at Lian Zhi.