Chapter 266: I Was Destined to Win Before the Story Began

“Family? Do you really think you’ll still have family?” Karabis repeated Catiline’s earlier threat verbatim. After speaking, he flicked his fingers dismissively at Catiline twice. “This is only the first step.” Then he pulled his cloak over his head and turned away, flanked by veterans and gladiators.

“In recent years, I’ve heard nothing but tales of your deeds; now, finally, I have the honor to meet you in person. Fame falls short of reality—you truly are a dragon among men! At such a young age, you already possess such grandeur—I’ve never seen its like in all my life!” The Grand Elder chuckled with barely concealed excitement, his voice slightly hoarse from disuse.

He hung from a wire and paused at the cave entrance for a long while, sensing no monsters nearby; then he lit a torch and swung inside like a pendulum.

At around seven, the alarm woke him again. He washed his face, and in the mirror, he caught sight of his own face—exhausted from severe lack of sleep, eyes swollen like lightbulbs, beard unshaven—and rushed off to school.

Xiao Taihe’s words sent the group into fits of laughter, everyone recalling his earlier claim that Xiao Cheng was his clansman.

In just a moment, Lu Wuchen rode his horse into the forest, leapt from the saddle, and landed lightly on the ground.

Recently, the guild’s blacksmithing skill was upgraded; Ani completed a chain quest that led him to become an apprentice under a goblin master smith, learning the Maya weapon forging technique and receiving some unknown reward—Zhang Wei didn’t ask, but now everyone could forge Maya weapons without traveling elsewhere.

“Perhaps I should go have a proper talk with Misaka Mikoto,” Ampi Takuya sighed inwardly.

But Hulao Pass is a mighty, sprawling fortress; even Cao Cao would find it difficult to send reinforcements. Now that Pang Tong has confirmed that the pursuing Western Liang cavalry were not the elite Tiger-Claw Cavalry, it means the Tiger-Claw Cavalry either haven’t crossed the river yet—or have already been dispatched to other commanderies.

Lin’s mother had cleared the dishes and was calling them from the living room. Su Lin could only wear a gloomy expression as he trailed behind Lin Qingxue. It seemed today was destined to be one where he’d step outside wearing these black lace-trimmed underwear.

“No good—I’m worried about Kuanchengzi. Delay brings danger! Only when that half of the King’s Relic is in my hands will I feel secure! That old man spouts nothing but chivalric nonsense—I fear he might betray us!” Ma Chengfeng’s concern was not unfounded.

Thinking that some random riffraff had dared to disrupt his banquet, he flew into a rage and immediately booked the entire Pangu Century building.

“Heh! Don’t worry! Snoopy won’t attack his own kind—just release him at the foot of the mountain; he’ll hunt on his own!” Old Terri smiled, noticing the faint worry in his eyes.

As the two spoke, two greenish light points suddenly appeared behind the woods, approaching like the green lanterns carried by the Mountain-Moving Daoist.

Blood stained the earth, limbs and severed body parts lay everywhere; even fresh, still-beating internal organs could be seen.

This year was the most chaotic in the history of Shenglong Nation, as wars erupted simultaneously in the northwest and northeast, while the eastern front saw continuous major battles.

Everyone was puzzled, unable to fathom what Xu Yan was up to, but they could sense he was plotting something sinister again.

Ma Chengfeng chuckled dryly and said, “Sorry, I didn’t bring it with me—I’m afraid you’ll be left disappointed.”

Upon hearing this, everyone rejoiced—acquiring a self-selected armored helicopter could only be due to the Fire Attribute Sub-King’s Token.

Mo Fan stepped back two paces, tucked away the city lord’s seal, flicked his right hand, and the pitch-black armor materialized before him.

By the time Yu Shenyu broke through the Poison-Eating Divine Net and the chaotic Lotus Explosions had detonated outward, nearly half of them had already exploded; all that was rescued was a corpse, riddled with holes and drained of blood—Yuan Tuizi had already died from the Spirit-Shattering Thousand-Fold Slash long before being trapped in the chaotic Lotus Explosions.

In Yan Bu Hui’s vision, she hoped to emulate the Eastern Jin’s Northern Army and establish a powerful, professional military organization.

Since the world was already unjust, Qin Yang resolved to create more equitable forms of cruelty within his own world.

Kong Rong and the others, seeing reinforcements arrive, regained their spirits and seized their weapons, advancing toward the incoming troops.

“Really?” Old Han knew Qin Yang’s medical skills were exceptional and felt tempted; after all, he had nothing better to do.

Naturally, Su Muxue didn’t notice the simple interaction between Murong Shang and Zhang Yuxin. Everything unfolded silently, imperceptibly.

Yu Shen Yumei was utterly self-centered, gifted beyond measure, proud and arrogant—yet in the same era emerged Jing Haiwei, who surpassed her in every aspect: beauty, popularity, knowledge, strength, and demeanor, shattering her proud heart.

The good opportunity escaped again; his first stop after running away was the Guangming Sect, intending to infiltrate under the guise of a Northern Ice Palace envoy to watch the spectacle—but he ran into the runaway duo and joined them, eventually finding Hui Jiaojiao and Xiu Jingyue.

He reached out and touched the protruding area, and nine digits appeared. The numeric code posed no challenge to Li Baoguo; he silently thanked his lucky stars that he’d come in person today.

Yet a few great beings of the Void Star Realm had realized that while they couldn’t stand against Blood Butcher, they still had a chance against Yang Yan, whose foundation remained unstable.

But a peculiar field permeated the area around the corpse; within three zhang of her, even the powerful, dominant black mist dared not approach—even the black divine thunder, capable of annihilating all, could not draw near.

Inside the bedroom, the floating Ji Soul Chain was locked in a one-handed standoff, each side unwilling to yield. From the ancient painting, a painting spirit emerged and quickly used its other hand to control the red lotus already placed on the table, absorbing the yin energy of the trapped souls bound to it.