Chapter Ninety: The Moment Has Come, Prepare to Strike!

In the noble and resplendent palace at the heart of the northern domain’s Four Spirit Dynasty, four figures stood facing one another, deep in conversation.

With a long exhale, the boiling tumult within his body at last subsided, and Shen Qiansan finally came to a stop.

Brother Hua hurled the wine bottle to the ground with sudden violence, seized A Fu by the hair, and slapped her across the mouth again.

“I... I really didn’t mean it. I only... only wanted to come... come see you...” Ye Qingxuan’s pretty face flushed red once more. She was mortified to the point of wishing she could vanish. At the time, she had only been thinking of saving him—how had she not considered how to explain herself after he woke up?

At that moment, Director Chen was half-reclining on the sofa, motionless. His eyes were slightly closed, and the cigarette pinched between his fingers, still faintly glowing, made it clear that he was not asleep at all, but lost in thought.

Especially the phone—he needed it to keep in contact with Old Cat. If he lost it, the connection would be severed for good. How, then, could he ever complete the mission?

“You can let us let the Warring Isle Silver Mountain be mined by Great Ming for three years—how about that?” Zuo Maodi said with a smile.

“Whether it was a misunderstanding is our business. I think it’s better to let him finish,” Fu Renfeng said, smiling as well.

“Hey, can you beat that bald guy or not?” Qin Tian asked when he saw the bald man draw a dagger and walk toward Meng Yao.

Given Elder You’s status and position, he truly could not be bothered to lay hands on someone like Li Dian. Unfortunately, Li Dian insisted on coming back to court death.

Chen Nuo’s body jolted. He furrowed his brow, and only then did he vaguely remember that before coming out, he seemed not to have informed Zhao Xue and the others.

But of all people, only Princess Iron Fan could combine these traits. Her combat power did not surpass Lady White Bone’s, but with the innate treasure, the Banana Leaf Fan, her destructive might instantly went beyond his own.

Simply put, this person was black, vile, and ugly. Add that raspy, shattered gong of a voice, and he was virtually no different from the Thunder God himself.

Zhang Sheng, who had thought he could not escape death, now sat collapsed on the ground with a dead-gray face, only feeling a ringing in his ears and having no idea what had just happened.

The young man and his little sister were led into the Zhu family tower by the attendant and escorted straight to an elegant private room upstairs, where fragrant tea and pastries were first served.

“General! The Song army has launched a surprise attack. No one could possibly stop them! Besides, we can retreat to White Glow Pass. If His Majesty blames us later, we can say we withdrew only to deliver word to White Glow Pass!” the trusted aide said to Li Tong.

However, at a time like this, Ghost and God Path... still, do not be discouraged. Apart from that demon core, there are other treasures here.

Dragon Soaring’s right arm ached sharply. He immediately shifted his sword to his left hand and crossed it to block, only to see the fire shadow’s technique suddenly transform into a Lotus Moon Sword Art strike. In his haste, Dragon Soaring forcefully took the blow, but his left arm was weaker in strength, and the Thunder War Blade flew from his grasp.

“Blame me? You refused to go to the purification hall for your initiation blessing, and yet managing to reach the peak of the Qi Origin realm is already not bad at all,” Crimson Flame said, shooting Dragon Abyss a sidelong glance.

“What does this have to do with me? Get lost!” The young man was truly enraged, and he swung his fist at Yi Han.

Yet, before long, an imperceptible change took place in the relations between the two families; they were no longer as harmonious as before.

“On the brink of death, and still so composed. Fellow Daoist must be no ordinary man. Reveal your true face and let us have a look,” said Elder Feng Zhixing of the Senluo Sect.

At the very same moment, the Taiyi Clan’s long-suppressed fury finally erupted in full. Under the radiance of the Taiyi Golden Seal, more than twenty thousand cultivators charged toward the three-eyed alliance beside the Outer Path Demon Statue.

If this could be done, then Roy would be the first person in history to attain the soul realm of a Battle Emperor while still at the cultivation level of a Battle Spirit.

With deep gratitude, a small note of thanks to Sky Falcon and to my Naughty Darling for their precious monthly votes. May I timidly ask—might there be more?

The catastrophe had passed, but Reincarnation Peak was a scene of devastation. The once solemn and spacious True Martial Square was now long since stained red with blood, and layers upon layers of shattered bones were piled like mountains. Especially near the White Jade Rainbow Bridge, the ground was strewn with corpses. No one could tell how many righteous cultivators and undead skeletons had fallen there, never to rise again in that square.

Rossi nodded forcefully and looked up at Charlotte. The siblings met each other’s gaze, and Charlotte’s eyes were no longer the cold indifference of before, but brimmed instead with joy and remorse.

This white giant tiger also felt that its dignity had been challenged. It attacked with even greater ferocity, each pounce powerful enough to topple a ten-thousand-foot peak, each sweep of its tail enough to lash away a star. Towering and majestic, it opened its blood-filled maw, from which poured a dense stench of gore.

Although Zaft would win this war, it absolutely would not be able to swallow the monstrous Atlantic Federation whole, not to mention the fact that later on it would still have to face East Asia, the foremost land power.

“A shabby little bar?” Bai Yufeng was nearly enraged into speechlessness. Seeing Lin Tian drinking so leisurely only made him want to go over and give him a beating.

The Grand Duke of Tulips had watched him grow up, a figure like an uncle to him. Later, the Grand Duke even took him as a student and taught him the art of the devil. The Grand Duke was a master of strategy, with astonishing wisdom, a man of legend.

Everyone understood. The test was merely the first step. What followed would be the true main event. These people would certainly fight over the Dragon Vein of Battle. Even the Battle Emperors of old had been moved by it—how could they not be?

Upon entering the fairy realm, Yun Xi let out a breath of relief as well. If the entrance to the fairy realm could not be entered when the path vanished, then Yun Xi truly would have been stranded, unable to go up or down, left hanging there until the next exit appeared.