Chapter 38: Fang Yinnian, Am I Going to Die?

I sneered, tightened my grip on the Fire Dragon Pure Yang Sword, and, having no patience for pleasantries, slashed fiercely toward them.

"Now, all of you, come at me together," Lin Feng declared, his words laced with madness. "All of you" included Mo Wushuang, Qiu Burin, and Ying Kong as well.

Therefore, for the Blue Army, the wisest and most efficient strategy was to concentrate their aerial forces, coordinate with ground troops to strike one division, and then pivot to attack the next.

Upon hearing this, I clearly saw the corner of Li Buyu’s mouth twitch. There was no helping it; having one's sore spot poked in public is never easy to bear.

Sitting composed in her room, Old Madam Yu listened to the reports from her maids, offered a cold smile, and said nothing, choosing instead to close her eyes and preserve her energy.

Tears streamed endlessly from her eyes, tracing paths down her cheeks, pooling at her chin, and dripping steadily away.

A gust of gale-force wind blew, flipping back the cloak and revealing Wu Daozi’s face, deeply etched with the vicissitudes of time.

"Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop!" Chu Yue shouted at the top of her lungs as she ran toward Guangzi and the others.

"What is this?" War Commander Yao Xiu’s face, already pale from burning his life essence, shifted again in shock.

"Luo, don't tell me you’ve taken a fancy to her!" asked a boy dressed in very trendy, stylish clothes.

Luo Wei held Night Wind in his arms for a long time, so long that one might have thought he had fallen asleep.

She took a steamed bun and ate it with her head down, but the taste of the meat brought back memories of the prison, where irons were used to brand people. Feeling nauseous, she forced herself to swallow the meat anyway, not wanting to worry her parents.

Luo Wei was stunned, but soon felt a sense of relief. After all, if he could have a former Warlord as a sidekick, it wasn't impossible for his crew members to be chosen by other authors.

"Enough, you two, stop pushing each other back and forth; keep this up and we’ll be at the town before you know it," Liu Zheyu remarked, unable to watch any longer.

"Yes, we have been dating for eight months now. Are you satisfied?" She was so specific only because she didn't want him to know how heartbroken, miserable, and listless she had been after he left.

Gu Sang didn't know why, even though this person had gone to bed early the night before, he still couldn't seem to wake up today.

He had once thought that after finally winning her over, he would be overjoyed, marry her, and have children, staying together forever. After all, this had been his wish for years, as well as hers in her previous life. Of course, he conveniently ignored one of those lifetimes.

Black Impermanence held the soul-binding chain, and White Impermanence carried the soul-summoning banner; they did not distinguish between right and wrong, only locking away souls, and to him, they were invisible.

"Boom!" The crimson light surged beneath his feet again. Yang Nan dodged a fraction too slowly, the blade’s edge slicing through the afterimage of his legs.

At these words, Ling Zhan and the others exchanged stunned glances, then turned toward the direction of Tongling Mountain, kneeling in unison and crying out in worship.

Tian He'ai had originally only intended to stop him and ask a question; if the man had a reason to pursue Yang Nan, he would have let him pass. But Ancestor Kunwu attacked without a word, infuriating Tian He'ai, who immediately summoned his flying sword to meet the challenge.

"But it will be better tomorrow. We can try to move closer to the front and see if we find anything!" Zhang Xiaojing said with excitement, her chest heaving in a way that caught Su Ziyan’s eyes.

He was mostly bitten by snakes, as common snakes were far more prevalent in the mountains than poisonous ones.

They no longer hesitated, hurrying over to Chen Feng and dropping to one knee with a dull thud, lowering their once-arrogant heads.

Little did they expect that just as they were thinking of Zhai Xiyou, he would arrive at the Prince Ying estate in his capacity as Crown Prince.

Zhou Zixuan was truly panicked. This girl had shown him affection, so how could he not feel heartbroken seeing her like this?

The thirty-six banners were withdrawn, the black wind and ghostly fire vanished, and the scene returned to clarity, leaving only the scattered bones and filth on the ground to bear witness to the unprecedented battle that had just transpired.

Level Nine Ancient Origin Realm, the first of the six foundational realms; in the Ancient War Realm, it was considered nothing more than the bottom of the food chain.

Liu Songcheng felt that if Liu Yi were to find out about this, it would be an irreversible disaster.

Qin Lang always appeared relaxed. They had known each other for some years; Chen Kai had witnessed his methods while Qin Lang was still studying in the United States, yet this time, Qin Lang frowned slightly.

Brother Biao felt a bit annoyed. Throughout his life, he enjoyed being enigmatic when speaking to others or telling stories, but what he loathed most was when his subordinates acted enigmatic toward him. Being unable to decipher their true meaning left him feeling deeply insecure.

The massive cyan boulder in mid-air was split in two by the sword intent unleashed by Hua Mo’s command, rolling down along the mountain road.

If he chose to go back, he could return to a normal modern life, watching TV, playing on his phone, sitting in air-conditioning, and drinking iced cola...

However, watching Hou Xibai’s infatuation, a flash of realization crossed Chu Feng’s mind. No wonder the eccentric Twin Dragons were bested by Shi Feixuan, and even Wanwan was led in circles by her.

After saying this, Young Master Ma shot a provocative look at Mo Chen, as if to say, "See? I’m the one with money here; even the waiter at this restaurant knows me."

Meanwhile, in a dark, desolate, and dilapidated palace, a phantom suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood, its already ethereal form becoming even more unstable.

Just as he was being driven to agony by the emotions of the spectral light, he suddenly felt his body go limp, and all sensations retreated like a receding tide. All that remained was a lingering, faint warmth.

"If Elder Zhao has time this afternoon or evening, we can meet. If not, it will have to be another time, as Dr. Goya has urgent business and must return to Modu tomorrow," Li Zhi said into the phone.