Chapter 167

Meng Qi's initial impression on Li Yuanze and his trusted strategists was that he "could fight well but rarely devised ingenious strategies; had vision but was not rigid in execution, and employed troops with extreme caution"—wasn't this exactly the ideal candidate to guard the rear and secure supply lines? Aside from his youth, he had no other flaws.

As the western sun set, crimson clouds filled the sky, and Zhou Feng began his journey across this ancient continent, stepping through a sea of red twilight.

Principal Gu Weiyeh said nothing, only circled Zhou Feng with a smiling gaze, a flicker of unusual expression crossing his ruddy face.

"My apologies, my apologies—I haven't yet met Madame Qin; if I've been remiss in etiquette, please forgive me!" Cheng Ye showed full respect to Qin Mengshu and Zheng Honglian, giving a slight nod as a greeting.

Chen Yuan had always deeply respected those willing to sacrifice their lives for a belief or obsession, especially when the person was a child of eight or nine, still untouched by life's joys—how could he possibly stand by and let such a one die?

Snowflakes drifted, white light flared, the figure moved with the sword—a streak of white light slashed toward Bao Jintian's grip on Zhou Feng's arm.

"Then I'll take my leave for now. In a couple of days, Young Master Yuan will personally visit to pay respects to Madame Qin and Master Qin—please convey my greetings." Cheng Ye smiled gently, like jade, then turned and left without hesitation.

Moreover, according to Chen Guoxun's knowledge, the Jinling family Pan clan also had tangled ties with Qin Chen.

"Die, lecher! What do you think I am?!" A supple waist-sword uncoiled like a dragon rising from water, stabbing toward Qin Chen.

Lin Xiaoxiao shut the door, tossed the flowers Wen Liangyu had given her casually onto the coffee table, and never looked at them again.

This was impossible—beneath the platform, cypress trees thrived, night insects buzzed in the dark—how could there be a pair of eyes larger than the moon there?

Her hands, boneless and soft yet cold as jade, slid slowly beneath his shirt hem, tracing his lean, firm waist; she caressed them with fascination, wrapping both arms around his waist, pulling tight, pressing his hard, scorching chest against her soft, uplifted breasts.

Leave? Why were these two simple words so agonizing for her now? She had decided from the start to go—so why did she suddenly feel such reluctance?

Three-Star Battlefield Mission: Spirit-Demon Army advances; Blood Guard Army mobilizes entirely to hold the human front line until this demon tide ends.

Recalling past events, Honglian's fury surged uncontrollably; she glared fiercely at Cheng Yun, her murderous intent laid bare without concealment.

"..." Hua Chao frowned deeply, stiffly listening through the speech, her heart suddenly churning with an overwhelming tangle of complex emotions.

A series of arches, vaults, and properly arranged elliptical architectural elements rendered the entire structure exceptionally sturdy.

"Liu Mingyu, I think I'm poisoned—deeply. What should I do? I'm asleep, and I'm this beautiful—haven't you ever wanted to kiss me?"

Beside Yuzhen Temple stood a garrison of the Yulin Guard—a five-hundred-man force stationed specifically to protect the temple's safety; the Yulin Guard General's Office could not normally be mobilized and answered directly to the Emperor. Yet, having been stationed outside Yuzhen Temple for years, it had long since evolved into Princess Yuzhen's personal private army.

Le Shiyan fell silent for a moment, looked at the blue-clad Lan Wuqi beside Yuele, and a look of shame crossed his face; he nodded and said, "I understand, son. I'm sorry to you, sorry to Wuqi, and even more sorry to your mother!" With that, he sighed.

"Father, are you alright? It's Yin Jian's incompetence! You've suffered because of me!" His voice carried despair.

Empress Cui Ying's expression was grim. Though she did not believe her emperor husband was truly in danger, his continued disappearance and lack of news were real—and so too were the restless schemers outside the palace attempting to stir chaos.

After handing over the gear acquired during this slaughter to Elena, Sun Fei found a secluded spot, exchanged it for some potions from the mysterious cold voice, and as the time expired, he directly opened a portal and left the Diablo world.

Under the immense lure of fantasy and greed, Armando forgot his crippled arm and instantly overcame all fear; after a moment's thought, he slowly approached the terrifying golden-armored killing gods, testing the distance he suspected.

"Wei, if you notice anything suspicious, kill on sight—I sense the Killers' Alliance may have arrived." Mang Huai whispered. Wei Wei nodded; since joining Mang Huai, such incidents were no longer new.

Han Fengxue understood just as well—but if there was even a glimmer of hope, he'd give it his all. All he needed was to delay the two for a while. Neither knew that Ye Xin and Zi Xue had already reached the Illusion City and were searching for the location of the Illusion Gate.

In this vast game world, killing a few players meant nothing; the system only revealed a player's name after they were killed three times. Among tens of millions, even hundreds of millions of players, identities remained hidden unless one was specifically targeted.

His ultra-high elemental sensitivity, combined with a semi-expert-level understanding of magical arrays, allowed Sun Fei to perceive the flow of magical elements in the air and slowly sketch the array's diagram in his mind—the flame-elemental array blocking his path.

By the time the three Strength-class warriors behind him caught up, the Ironblood Warrior was already gone from the rooftop.