Chapter 173: So You Want to Play Jiang Xiaoyu?!

Half a month later.

On the military camp's training ground, it grew more bustling with each passing day.

Led by their respective squad leaders, some soldiers trained on the single and parallel bars, some ran the 400-meter obstacle course, and others practiced tactical maneuvers...

The soldiers sweated like rain, gritted their teeth to persevere, and fought with all their might... a scene of vibrant vitality where all things vied for progress!

Downstairs from the barracks, a white bus waited.

Qi Hui, Zhang Ruoyun, and many other actors carried their luggage and lined up.

Moreover, he suppressed the backlash of the poisonous Qi within Wu Siqi's body; if not for his intervention, Mo Qing believed that Wu Siqi would have long since lost his life.

With a thunderous explosion, the fire scattered, and amidst the dust and smoke, Jian Feidao had already closed in, manifesting a black and white figure; the white shadow held the Dao sword Xiangwang, while the black shadow wielded the blade Wangji, one covered in profound ice with biting cold, the other igniting Dao fire with surging waves of flame.

Seeing this, Zui Jian Shutu had no choice but to change his killing intent to a retreat, his continuous sword Qi not meant for cutting, but instead containing the essence of a blunt blade, each strike carrying an impact force that pushed back the Grand Void soldiers.

At this moment, the illusory pseudo-Heavenly Dao of the array world sensed the aura of the Heavenly Dao's sins and discovered the Asura Dao hidden behind it; it was enraged, for that was the thing it hated most.

However, since the predictive function of Adis was already understood, it was possible to infer potential situations based on his arrangements.

Not until this generation, after the appearance of Wu Hongfei, did everyone begin to loathe the Wu family and curse them every day.

I saw Uncle Liu flip the sea urchin over, with the hard spines facing down, revealing a round opening at the bottom that looked like the sea urchin's mouth. He took a pair of scissors, inserted them into the round opening, and then cut along the outer edge of the sea urchin to create a large circular opening, removing the mouth part.

Just as I was hesitating whether to strike first before the opponent could gain a firm footing and gather all their personnel, Eunice called me on the satellite phone. His voice on the phone sounded somewhat weary; he didn't tell me what he was doing, but instead spoke about the situation on my end.

Outside the cave, William, Yan Shisan, and Feng Jianlian had just finished eating the fish they caught from the river, and now, with rounded bellies, they sat on the ground.

The excitement in Yun Tianchen's eyes grew more intense; his left-hand blade suddenly vibrated violently, actually pushing the blocking arm guard back a distance, and while vibrating, the blade suddenly changed shape, turning ninety degrees to stab straight at the Second Elder's soft rib.

Yet the fact remained: the Golden Bridge manifested by Heng Xuanzi using the Taiji Diagram was pinned down and unable to move, while Wudang's Qingping Sword was slapped away by Shi Ganzhi with one palm; regardless of whether the two could accept it, they had to muster all their focus to tangle with Shi Ganzhi.

This was the halftime break, and the giant electronic screen above the main grandstand was playing highlights from the previous 45 minutes.

Even though it was very hot, the soles of the feet were ice-cold, causing the whole body to feel cold and subsequently tremble.

Those fans who were once so reluctant to let them go... they probably didn't miss their old captain anymore, right?

After hearing Zhang You briefly explain the situation, the crowd of onlookers finally understood what had happened; someone shouted at the top of their lungs, "Victory to the Earl of Mingwei!" Immediately after, all the Han people echoed: "Victory to the Earl of Mingwei, victory to the Earl of Mingwei." The scene was extremely lively.

The Monster race and the Witch race were fundamentally different; the Witch race could abandon everything for their dignity, facing only death, just like when the Witch race sent troops against the human race, they wouldn't care about anyone at all, at worst they would just have a fight, and if they died, they died. But the Monster race was good at assessing the situation, otherwise, how could the Monster race have made a comeback under the powerful pressure of the Witch race?

Jing Chen smiled awkwardly. Chen Ao also laughed along for a moment, not expecting this old man to be so excessively straightforward.

As for the subsequent Two Emperors and Five Sovereigns, that was not my concern; I merely agreed, and whether it succeeded or not, what did it have to do with me?