Chapter 225: 219 The Prize

Yu Xing was fully absorbed in the cat-trapping operation, trying to communicate with Ali's people while also scouting for a technical team.

The original WeChat development wasn't complex—it was built by a team of about ten people led by Zhang Xiaolong, divided into iPhone, Symbian, and Android groups; in its first three months online, growth was slow, neither in user increase nor media attention, falling far behind Xiaomi's MiChat next door.

At that time, besides MiChat and WeChat, there were also Kai

"I'd like to hear more," Qi Xiu extended one hand, gesturing, clearly ready to listen to a story.

That team of cunning old foxes, DF, slipped through their fingers—no loopholes were left for them to seize; they wanted to exploit Ted's early weakness to gain an economic advantage by seizing jungle resources.

The commentator, as expected, delivered that passionate cry—immediately stirring the audience's emotions and pushing the live stream's atmosphere to its peak.

Jia Duoduo was a disciple of Ke Bihuang; though she had trained only briefly, she had nonetheless entered the door.

From the reactions of these people, it was clear that Bai An was truly a despised brute in the Outer Sect of Linggang; so many were delighted by his punishment.

The black-robed youth sneered, seeing through the move's deception, and casually directed a black dragon to lunge forward.

At that moment, a chilling sound rang out—just hearing it sent shivers down the spine.

They didn't believe the Law Enforcement Realm had done it; they were certain even a Great Divine King couldn't achieve such a feat.

The three major cities of the Tianyin Clan were guarded by grand arrays, now fully activated; white mist spread across all directions and the sky like a vast blanket, forming a giant eggshell that enveloped Zhuhai City, within which lurked an additional layer of purple celestial curtain.

"There's such a move?" Qin Yun inwardly recoiled—he could channel the Nine Yang Annihilation Scripture to forge a unique Annihilation Divine Power.

Even if one inwardly agreed a thousand times over, one still had to go through this back-and-forth two or three times; only when the face was sufficiently preserved would the lords reluctantly accept the imperial decree, secretly elated as they returned to the capital.

After consulting his strategists, Yuan Shao was stunned to discover that all three—Ju Shou, Guo Tu, and Pang Tong—unanimously advised against launching the campaign.

Given the old man's nature, he would surely repay the debt of life; refusing him would only add a new burden to his heart—this favor should be taken, no need to hesitate.

Throughout the end of the Han Dynasty, countless strategists could be called first-rate, but only a handful truly stood as top-tier; the gap between first-rate and top-tier strategists lay precisely here.

Whether Jiang Zhe or Sima Yi, both had reached their limits—even the strength to raise a hand was likely gone.

Days passed, and before long it was August; on this day, Zhao Zong led a group of brothers and dozens of Wangfumuliao and guests, joined by representatives from the Three Departments and Six Ministries, to meet Long Changqi twenty miles outside the city.

In his right hand he gripped a large chunk of flesh, blood dripping drop by drop through his fingers; Xiao Chen's expression was icy, a smile curled at his lips, like a demon god.

"True enough—this farce should end." Fang Senyan suddenly pulled a pistol from the Nightmare Mark, held a cleaver in his other hand, firing as he advanced toward Zhu Jue.

Su Xun saw his dilapidated dwelling, thick with the smell of medicine; his heart sank. He halted his accusatory words and entered the courtyard with Song Fu.

Undoubtedly, this was not human language, nor dwarf, elf, or any language of the Dawn Continent's intelligent races; Luoluo had heard the four-eyed "general" give orders on the wall—this clearly wasn't their language either.

In just five minutes, twelve zombies remaining in the chromium ore zone had been eliminated.