Volume One, Chapter 119: Should I Pluck from the Front or Pull from the Back?

"Am I dead?" Wu Yi's consciousness began to slowly recover, and he recalled everything he had experienced. Yet, most importantly, he could not sense his own body; it was as if only his spirit had returned, while his physical form had vanished.

"How dare you still challenge me? Just watch how I smash you into pulp, you bastard!" The fat man shook his rolls of fat and charged forward with a roar. Han Xue and Niya were also prepared, and a chaotic battle was imminent.

Liu Huaiyi realized that although Old Hei had stirred up the Fire Moon Empire, it held other powers under its control besides this empire.

Within the inner city of the fortress, the surprise of finding hope in a desperate situation and turning the tide caused the tens of thousands of imperial soldiers to wear looks of relief. Their faces were filled with excitement and emotion, and many were even moved to tears of joy.

Am I not supposed to be indifferent toward Wu Yi? Why, then, do I feel this sense of unease?

"What is wrong with me? You ask what is wrong with me? I should be asking you all! What on earth were you thinking, turning the viewership ratings into such a mess?" Vice Station Chief Wang retorted.

"My God, Weber, what happened to you?" Eisen hurriedly caught him, noticing the bloodstains on his body, and asked.

"I was just about to head in. Since you’ve made it here too, I knew Junior Brother Chen Hao was strong enough to reach the central zone," Yan Pin shouted with a grin as he looked at Chen Hao.

Therefore, the moment he saw Zhong Longyang appear, he intentionally or unintentionally displayed his dissatisfaction with the Su family. As expected, Zhong Longyang, desperate to earn merit, took the bait, even paying a heavy price to bring him onto his side.

However, Aiolos would not sit still and wait for death. As those massive flaming boulders crashed down, a powerful heatwave surged toward him. The scorching firelight illuminated his face, turning it a deep crimson, yet it also highlighted the gleam of excitement in his smile.

Zhuo Mufeng walked over, sat down beside her, took her hand, and carefully felt her pulse.

"No! Absolutely not! I watched Wen Yan grow up; how could you expect me to..." Gu Qiarong refused repeatedly.

Ding Ning didn't say another word and struck again. This time, his fist involuntarily turned a grayish-white, resembling blue stone.

***

After walking out of the martial arts gym, Lin Qian’s first action was to pull out her phone and dial Ouyang Hao’s number.

Generally speaking, a spirit artifact cannot be used immediately upon acquisition because it retains the aura of its previous owner. It must be cleansed with spiritual power, and one’s own aura must be infused into the artifact before it can be wielded as easily as one's own arm.

Zhu Yuanzhang was startled by these words. Feng Sheng, who stood beside him and possessed incredible martial arts skills, sensed the shift in atmosphere and immediately drew his sword to protect Zhu Yuanzhang.

Gu Mozhuang had short hair, so there was no need for a hairdryer. He gave it a quick wipe and climbed into bed.

The final plan was to raise an army and march on Jiangling for a head-on decisive battle against Guan Yu. Thus, Zhang Liang mobilized a new army and charged toward Jiangling. Guan Yu, leading generals like Huang Zhong, was already in position, but knowing the strength of Zhang Liang’s vanguard, he sent an urgent 800-mile dispatch to Bashu to request reinforcements from Liu Bei.

Upon hearing this, Shang Qingyu was overjoyed. The two walked into the illusion array of the Welcoming Path together. A dark glint flickered in Qiu Mofeng’s eyes, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

He bowed and scraped, his "humble" demeanor so excessive that it was impossible to feel any anger toward him.

Gu Qingyue suddenly regained her confidence. She gave He Qingfan a harsh, mocking look and continued to taunt him, refusing to let him off the hook.

A black-winged dragon had just torn apart the body of a pathetic crossbowman. Before it could even gloat, it suddenly realized its body was rapidly drifting away—this was nearly its final vision and moment of consciousness.

After listening to Mingze’s words, Xing Yun furrowed his slender, sword-like brows, his expression darkening. No wonder he had always felt that the current Xing Xun was completely different from before, radiating an aura of evil throughout. So that was it.

Time passed in silence. In the blink of an eye, nearly ten days had gone by, and it was only then that the Zhutian Dao, unlike in the past, finally merged with the Zongheng Tianxia.

Seeing Chen Yuan again, Chen Rong noticed he had clearly grown darker and thinner, and his back was slightly hunched. When he faced Chen Rong, his gaze no longer held that condescending, pretentious air of the past.

The Lord of Yan witnessed those Great Zhou cavalrymen charging toward the god in his heart, and his heart sank, his body trembling as he uttered a sound.

***

"I only had a little bit..." Tian Lu said with a giggle, leaning into Lu Chenxi’s arms. Lu Chenxi, feeling utterly helpless, hurried her off to wash up.

Ye Fan smiled. Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly let out an "Oh?" and looked toward a certain spot in the giant palace, his face filled with astonishment.

Not far away, Yun Jing frowned. He exchanged a glance with Su Mingzhi of the White City, and without hesitation, he led the first team of the King Class to follow.

Just then, the twins realized what was happening. They both shouted and lunged at Wang Yun, one from the left and one from the right.

That thin beam of energy passed through the gaps in the prison bars, streaking straight toward the back of Fu Wei’s head. In the blink of an eye, Fu Wei’s entire spirit and focus were stretched to their limit, and then, the thread of energy vanished into Fu Wei’s hair.

In the end, although he cast a pleading look toward the Deer God, the latter only offered a faint smile, indicating he could do nothing to help. However, he did suggest something in private.

Time was limited. Once Tianming and Shaoyu entered the depths of the forbidden area, there would be little time left for Li Zehua, so he simply cut down anything that stood in his way.

"As long as there's money to be made," Cheng Chumuo said with a smile, rubbing his nose with the hand he had been using to scratch his foot.

The next moment, Lin Xiu’s body was swept away, crashing into the blue-green lake water.

When the world faced a great catastrophe, the demons, knowing full well the mortal danger ahead, still chose to save humanity.

Old Qian knew exactly what his old companions were thinking. Now that they were all looking at him, it was their way of telling Wang Ziyan that he was the one who had started this. If Wang Fuyi hadn't actually gone on an inspection but had truly gone missing, Wang Ziyan would certainly tell his father, and then he would be the one in trouble.