Chapter 95

The many world lords and rule-domain beings present wore solemn expressions, clearly aware of what this battle represented.

The construction of Petersburg is a long-term endeavor. Fortunately, Moscow Grand Duchy’s weapons and armor have not yet been procured; should war be launched, it would take over a year. Thus, Peter has ample time to build the dockyard and “fishing piers.”

The Military Law Office recorded two typical cases—one from the very founding of the Liangshan Army, when many new recruits were enlisted around Liangshan Lake; after the military code was issued, some withdrew, finding it too strict, and willingly chose to work on the mountain instead.

Yet his conduct was clearly regarded as shameful among the nobility; not a single noble was willing to associate with him. But the fellow no longer cared about face, spending his days immersed in gambling dens, unable to extricate himself.

Aside from these ambiguous factors, Wu Jie’s other points were entirely correct: Liangshan Army’s harsh stance against foreign barbarians would surely instill fear and hatred, uniting them against Liangshan.

The White Tiger Mechanical Killer was an upgraded version of military mechanical killers, incorporating self-destruct and close-combat modules, posing a credible threat even to beast-tamed foes.

After exchanging warm greetings, this elder sister—apparently drawn by the commotion downstairs—had only just finished disciplining her disobedient son and found a moment’s respite.

“Master Kong, how is the preparation for the Grand Academy Competition proceeding?” Yang Zeng asked from the main seat.

Bing Lian immediately named several individuals; Jiao Ming pondered, recalling faint impressions, and suggested giving them a trial. Bing Lian drafted the transfer order on the spot and teleported it directly to the Northern Castle.

Cai Jing rejoiced and immediately nodded in agreement, rising to head to the palace to report to Zhao Ji—when, at that moment, a man stepped out from behind Yang Taiwei: Xuan Zan, the Yamenfangyushi and Baoyishi , who commanded troops under Yang Taiwei.

On one hand, there is the Luo family’s reputation; on the other, their young generation’s foremost figure, hailed as the Luo family’s future—if this future is destroyed, what use is the reputation?

Yet in terms of military strength, Wu’s forces, though formidable, Weibi surpass Jin’s army.

Look at An Zi—his face had turned green. A mortal stripped of cultivation struggled desperately, but the opponent was too strong; he nearly had his younger brother dismembered, his pants torn open, utterly humiliated.

“The dark star’s gravity is unstable, indicating flaws in the internal array pathways—I suspect it’s due to Fu Xi’s struggles”; as he spoke, An Ping flipped open a blank dark crystal thin sheet, inscribed purple-light runes, yet when the array core activated, it remained pitch black.

She had no idea that when she first met Qin Huo, he was not this person—he was still the type who chased after beauties, even seeking to sample newly risen stars.

But now that Yang Wo, a capable and battle-hardened son, has emerged, command naturally passes into his hands.

That meant he had no need to interact with Sai Mudan; should she awaken, he’d have to fabricate an explanation—far simpler to leave while she remained unconscious.

As soon as he stepped out of the school gate, Song Wei and Liu Yunzhi rushed out; same restaurant, same car, they drove straight there.

The two black-clad men immediately reacted, turning toward him and each summoning a gust of wind and wave to surge at him.

The fish on the plate suddenly moved—impossibly leaping from the dish, twisting midair with a tail flick—and then an even more miraculous sight appeared.

Yet considering his earlier performance was acceptable, and seeing him now humble and submissive, Yu Fei decided to forgive him.

Some wolf cubs seemed to be watching from the sidelines, waiting for their old boss to display divine prowess.

As long as they could escape the Lost Forest, the students would pay fifty ghost qi iron—even if the uncle doubled or tripled the price, they’d pay without hesitation.

Ox Elder’s body ignited in flames, swelling to several times his original size, shifting from emerald green to fiery red, actual fire blazing forth, revealing his third-stage evolution state.

“Since no one speaks, does that mean no one has dispatched this enforcement squad?” Lian Du scanned the room; the two elders’ disdain and smirks didn’t escape his notice, but he pretended not to see them.

“The enemy ship is preparing to fire; energy levels are spiking—now at five million degrees,” Banner detected the energy signature.

The greatest prerequisite for this matter is Nana’s own opinion; the matter of Su Zi’s family coming was pushed aside.

This sensation was peculiar—like when Mao Rui first learned the Blood Art and sensed other Mao clan practitioners—but he was certain this feeling wasn’t born of the Blood Art.

Nothing else mattered much, but this pistol artifact—if it discharged accidentally, the entire research institute might vanish; Mao Rui had to warn the three to handle it with extreme care.

Historical records mention this Imperial Seal: in the twenty-eighth year of Qin Wang Zheng, when Qin Shi Huang crossed the Dongting Lake mouth, sudden storms arose and the dragon boat nearly capsized; he cast the seal into the lake, praying to the gods to calm the waves—and thus the Imperial Seal vanished for the first time.

Li Jue Xi pounced on her like a hungry tiger, pinning her to the bed, his mouth pressing against her collarbone, planting a perfect kiss mark.

Yet one thing puzzled Li Shang: why did this object vanish outright? Was it due to excessive shaking—or was there another reason entirely?

He came here with one target: Bai Zhantang. If Bai Zhantang wanted to fight him, so much the better.

Who doesn’t wish to break through immediately and become a Late-Stage Primordial cultivator? But every step forward on the martial path is arduous—even supreme geniuses cannot achieve it overnight.

He’d assumed the fellow would demand a few hundred thousand, five hundred thousand at most; Meixiangdao this guy was so ruthless—no wonder the Peng father and son were so disheartened.

Sitting in the front passenger seat, Wu Jiang rubbed his shoulder; the bullet hadn’t remained inside him, the wound minor.

Yet Wang Ying, though grievously wounded, once again surpassed the expectations of every strong presence in the room.