Chapter 85: Oh No, Dou Changsheng Has Seized the Second Stage

The spear shot forth like a dragon.

Malevolent energy surged to the heavens, blood qi startled the world.

A staggering torrent of blood and malevolence, like a true dragon slicing through the sky, fangs bared and claws extended, utterly arrogant—then hurtled straight toward Dou Changsheng!

The divine master, by consolidating the battle array, gains the strength of a thousand men.

All forces converge into one; with a single spear thrust, a true dragon crosses the sky.

This spear strike shook the heavens and stunned the heart.

It tore through the air, blurring vision, as if space itself had twisted.

Moreover, in the territory of the Mouse Clan, no one was unaware of Tuoba Xue’s reputation and status; seeing Ma Laoshu display such arrogant disregard toward Tuoba Xue, it was only natural for them to feel revulsion.

She sat atop the carriage, placing Bai Mochen’s head on her lap, trying to make him as comfortable as possible.

Although Wei Hanchuan’s departing steps still sounded firm and resolute, only he knew he longed to flee immediately from Liang Yisheng’s bewildered gaze.

His second son, Wei Hanshan, first claimed he was not in Yanjing and couldn’t answer calls easily; but when they finally learned he had arrived in Yanjing, he insisted that as a son, he shouldn’t meddle in his mother’s actions.

“This shouldn’t be happening, this shouldn’t be happening,” Mu Siyear whispered, dazed, his voice brimming with disbelief—this was not what he had anticipated.

As the lightning orb flew, it left behind a long trail of lightning runes that hissed and scorched the surrounding space, resembling a meteor—stunningly beautiful.

At that moment, a large group of reporters suddenly emerged from nowhere, immediately surrounding An Jinyan; Andre’s expression subtly changed.

After all, White City is the second in sequence. As long as Su Mingzhe hasn’t utterly crushed the entire team, White City will still have plenty of chances to appear.

Thus, on his way back to base after completing affairs at the military headquarters, Wei Hanchuan diverted to Zuo Jinyu’s place.

“Then your new recruit authorization is at the highest level. May I ask, which rank of officer would you like to begin with?” the elder asked, his voice trembling as he stepped into the secret chamber.

The deep palace loomed grandly, its defenses impenetrable. Even if the black-cloaked guest possessed heavenly powers, he dared not infiltrate the imperial palace. Rui’an, undisturbed, enjoyed an unusually deep and sweet sleep until dawn.

“I think if you kneel down now and call us three grandfathers, we’ll let you go,” Pang Dahu said with a grin, not far behind Sakiko Sakai.

Tao Zhuohua also asked He Zichen to deliver a message to the old steward of the Tao household, instructing him to inform Lady Liu to have Qinglong and others heighten their vigilance, guarding against agents from Dayu probing their land.

Zhao Yaya finally understood He Chuan’s intentions and directly called the steward, asking him to send over some clothes.

Jingwan let out a long breath of satisfaction upon seeing that sight; only after Xu Mama finished the entire plate and stumbled away, barely able to speak, did Jingwan casually wave her hand.

Behind the transparent screen, He Shi faintly glimpsed an elegant old man half-sitting, half-reclining on a yellow-flowered couch, though his face remained blurred and indistinct.

The security guard grew more uneasy by the moment; just as he was about to act, the sound of approaching sirens drew nearer.

“I’m from the Church of Light, sent to confirm whether you’ve left this city,” the black-cloaked man replied honestly, swallowing hard.

Zhou Yingying finally understood their meaning and now found the possibility plausible.

This house has been like this all along—freezing cold; even if someone claimed nothing was wrong with it, no one would believe it—who’s house stays this cold in summer?

Long Luo and Mo Li exchanged glances; neither knew why the Snow Emperor had suddenly vanished—had something major occurred? Yet less than a quarter-hour later, the Snow Emperor reappeared, accompanied by a bald old man. The elder had kind brows and eyes, wore a yellow monk’s robe, but looked thoroughly disheveled, with a deep, bone-exposing wound across his chest.