Volume 1, Chapter 22: The Third Battle Begins, A Grudge Spanning a Millennium!

"Real Man Huanglong is truly a pitiable soul," Chen Yan sighed, shaking his head, though he felt no sympathy for his plight. While it is noble to forge ahead for one's ideals, resorting to unscrupulous means transcends the bounds of benevolence and morality. Bearing the weight of so many lives, surely even Real Man Huanglong could not have found much peace. Perhaps meeting his end here was, for him, a form of liberation.

Jiang Bei stared wide-eyed at Jiang Nan, but Jiang Nan wore an expression that said, "Say whatever you like; if I even twitch an eyebrow, I lose"—or, in simpler terms, he was completely immovable. Meanwhile, the brother who had just slain the Sea-Calming Flood Dragon, their leader, did not turn back; instead, he charged once more toward the shrimp soldiers and crab generals trailing behind the beast.

"Here, take some of my vegetables. Cook them at home, and you'll see why they're so good," Lin Tian said, unwilling to waste more breath on the old man, and handed him a bundle of produce.

With a light shout, he struck out with his palm; the compressed air formed a terrifying force, shattering the Demon King before him in a single blow.

Before sitting down to meditate, Zhuge Liuyun gave a final instruction: "Keep a close watch. Don't let him slack off; if the airship burns up, we’re all finished."

As he spoke, he looked at Jiang Nan. The two brothers nodded in unison, then produced several storage rings—Jiang Bei pulled out two, and Jiang Nan brought out one.

Xia Rao had only just arrived when she saw Yan Jue sitting in the floral hall, with a still-furious Xiang Lian by his side.

He straightened his head, but before the words could tumble out of his parted lips, Xu Jingyou interrupted him, ordering him to pour her a glass of water.

If the Golden Eagle were given another chance, he certainly would not have targeted Du Yan; he would have set his sights on Ye Tianchan or Jiang Wanying instead.

Furthermore, Xiao Zheng had beaten Guan Chunwang until he was like a dying dog, declaring he would take his life. Now, Xiao Zheng was filled with such killing intent that it pressed down on the chests of the three men like a great mountain, making their breaths turn shallow and rapid.

Yang Wang suddenly embraced himself, and Xue Ning was startled. Her hand brushed against his back, and she suddenly recalled what Niba had said earlier—that Yang Wang was not wearing any clothes—causing her face to flush a deep crimson.

Lü Fei had seen through this at a glance, which was why he insisted that there could only be one organizer, and that it must be himself.

Upon receiving Tang Jian's orders, the four hundred men swiftly rushed toward the canyon one kilometer to the northwest. Moving in a forced march through the silent wilderness, they made not a sound; in the hazy mist before dawn, one could only see a dense mass of people moving silently toward the northwest.

Yuan Huanxuan remarked, "Oh, this is deliberate avoidance—purposely keeping a distance from the local officials. I heard that when his mother turned eighty, he didn't even host a banquet."

It wasn't just Taro Goyuan; even the Japanese military officers beside him were staring at the list with eyes ablaze.

These three rays of golden light gave Yang Wang a very eerie feeling. They were even somewhat similar to Liu Qing. But why would they appear in the Qiankun Palace?

When Lin Gaoyuan saw Wang Tian, his expression changed instantly. He had suffered a great loss at Wang Tian's hands before, and seeing him now—especially on his own turf—was like an enemy meeting on a narrow path. He flew into a rage and shouted immediately.

Xiao Lin lowered her head, remaining silent and refusing to even glance up. Her brows were tightly knit; there was not a trace of joy on her face.

Everyone looked toward Hualang. If he could not provide a reasonable explanation, they would have no choice but to fight the old drunkard to the death.

Zhang Haichao said, "Parents want to be the saviors of the world, but it is hard for even an honest official to judge family disputes. The difficulty lies in the fact that emotion outweighs reason, and sentiment overrides the law."

He then placed his work uniform neatly into the wardrobe, walked over to Ji Xiangnuan, and looked at her with his beautiful eyes, waiting for her reply.

"I know. Now that things have come to this, there are some things you should know. Dad will tell you now! Come! Qingying, sit down, and we shall talk slowly." The Great Ancestor sat cross-legged on the ground and beckoned to Yeyue Qingying.