Volume One, Chapter 23: The Minister's Endorsement
Her philosophy was simple: how would she know which one was the best, which suited her perfectly, if she didn’t try a few more?
This was no joke. Given Fan Bizhuang’s level of madness, Molina thought such a thing was entirely possible.
At the end of the dungeon, unlike the other pitch-black prison cells, the one holding the great hero of Zhongzhou was noticeably cleaner and more orderly. In the center of the cell stood a knee-high tea table, upon which rested a pot of clear tea and a small oil lamp.
In this setting, the people hiding beneath the table, witnessing the miraculous power of the Tianyang Pearl, couldn’t help but cheer enthusiastically.
As a result, after Fang La was defeated, most of the elite forces stationed in Jiangnan were redeployed to the Yanyun region to gather intelligence on the Liao kingdom, preparing the court for a northern campaign. Present now was a group of fresh recruits recently transferred from the Liangshan military academy.
“You lazy pig, I’m not here to bring bad luck to you today. It’s just that our scouts reported suspicious individuals entering your manor. So I came to check. If someone wants to harm you, then wouldn’t I be all alone in this?” Elder Li said slowly, picking at his ear.
The Black Raven assassins, noticing Aila halt her steps and take a battle stance, grew even more excited. The Black Raven killers relished the cat-and-mouse game; even as they completed their mission, they often toyed with their targets, enjoying the sight of them breaking down under pressure.
Zhuo Yijia sat in her place, intently watching the man above wielding a sword in a dance-like manner. Wearing a fierce mask and bare-chested, a group of people moved rhythmically and exaggeratedly in slow tempo.
Fan Bizhuang shrugged ambiguously with a smile, gesturing with his left hand the number “one,” while his right hand also raised one finger, indicating he already had one goal and one assist. For Kaka to catch up to him would be nearly impossible.
“I’ll be going to Yan Ting’s house tomorrow to babysit,” Qi Caiyun said openly, since she was close to An Qiao and saw no reason to hide it.
With their current strength, evading these attacks was still easy, but the assaults seemed merely a prelude, as increasingly strange attacks suddenly began to appear.
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Then, Wan Jian unleashed a series of palm strikes! The power of a mid-stage Golden Core cultivator was too much for the White Horse Sect disciple at Foundation Establishment level three. Instantly, Wan Jian’s palm strikes shattered his dantian and ruptured his meridians—death was inevitable.
This was the medicinal force from the Seven-Colored Jing Tian, extremely potent, hidden deep within his bloodline, now finally revealing a trace.
All watched in stunned silence as Qin Luofan carried Chen Mohan away, unable to recover their composure for a long time.
The emperor had indeed trained hard in horseback archery. As for her, on any other day she believed she could have reached that level, but today, overly eager to win, she became restless and fell short.
Next, amidst the shock of the entire audience, the fiery red divine beast let out a mournful howl. Having just arrived by breaking through space, it disintegrated midair, dissipating into nothingness. Only five spiritual talismans scattered from its body and fell to the ground.
But now, the Eye of Observation was nowhere to be found. Otherwise, they might have tried to eliminate it, as the Eye of Observation was weaker than the Eye of Death. However, this ancient evil’s defenses were formidable; Stephen had once witnessed it battling the Feathered Serpent gods in the astral realm.
Grandmother Lin sat before a bed draped in blue satin cushions, holding Cheng Ze’s hand tenderly, her expression tense, deep lines etched between her brows.
The group quickly made their way toward the Gray Mist Forest. En route, the Mograine wizard arrived, accompanied by a blue-robed astrologer from the observatory.
A terrifying evil force gathered in the sky, forming into an indescribable twisted monster with a thousand faces, a thousand hands, and countless bodies. Its massive evil energy surged forward directly at Stephen.
Hao Qiang had never imagined Meowpas would say such things to him. Hearing it now, he was instantly moved.
“Hao Qiang! What do you think you’re doing? Yun Rou is my sister! If you dare lay a hand on her, I’ll fight you to the death!” Yun Bu Lei shouted angrily.
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“I understand!” Feng Zhan Binghua replied, and the radiant tendrils behind her quivered, lifting her swiftly into the air.
“Good! I’ll contact him with the jade talisman right away.” Huang Jun, a little uneasy, picked up the jade talisman to reach out to Liu Feng.
Gongsun Gong stepped forward to collect the celestial biscuits, leaving behind a booklet. As he was engrossed in conversation, he spotted Su Xia and the Demon King and hurriedly ran off.
The warriors quickly unloaded various materials to build a simple defense line, while the mages accompanying the army began drawing runes and arranging spell components. They channeled intense energy to converge near the defenses, ready to unleash a lethal strike once the gray beast approached.
“Is that so? Looks like we’ll have to wait for multiple apostles to appear before you can take the stage,” Yi Daoren said, offering no objections to Zhen Xibo’s analysis, only giving a mysterious smile before turning his gaze to the screen, locking eyes on the Archangel.
What kind of place was Academy City? If even phone calls couldn’t get through here, where else could they?
For a moment, a rain of arrows and dazzling spells filled the sky! But this was all part of the plan devised in advance by the Fusang players: scattered arrows and fragmented spells bombarded Huang Yan.
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