17 A Fierce Battle

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The scouts returned early with news, and Gongsun Zan, delighted, led the generals of Beiping to the camp gate to welcome them. Seeing that He Bai’s troops were almost unharmed yet had achieved tremendous results—although there were no heads as proof, the more than three hundred warhorses and a recently awakened Sang Maha alone confirmed that He Bai had not lied.

In the end, he had no choice but to ask the Red Envelope System for help, summoning the soul of a Hollywood Best Actor to possess him. Suddenly, his performance became otherworldly; instead of following the camera, a single glance from him could freeze time itself.

In truth, I still felt very assured. Under Youlan’s Dream Butterfly Escape technique, even the faintest malicious intent could be sensed. The opposing party was surely bound for a one-way journey.

At that moment, precisely as a fierce spirit pressed from behind, a single sweep of his sword sent four monsters reeling, utterly overwhelmed and instantly severed into eight segments.

The Extinction Eye of Chiyou’s Demon Battle had already taken root firmly within my eye sockets. Yet... the fusion of ocular power required time, so I would remain in this dim stone chamber, awaiting the moment when light would shine forth again.

“My name is Zhen Zhong Hehuan. From today onward, I will study alongside everyone. Please take good care of me.” Zhen Zhong Hehuan’s words were sincere, yet still stirred excitement among many boys. After all, a new transfer student was always a significant event.

Qingtian shook his arm, and the long bone spur on the back of his hand sharpened further, poised and ready to strike with deadly precision.

In the end, through everyone’s combined efforts, the flames never reached the ground. At the same time, many were already exhausted, feeling completely drained of strength.

Beneath him, a burly, bearded man, with the force of moving a mountain, hoisted a towering mountain peak directly into the air.

“Bai Qi, what do you think of Sha Yu...” Before Cen Jiunian finished speaking, the other person pulled him aside, interrupting the brewing emotion. Cen Jiunian noticed the serious expression and that the gaze never lingered on him.

Looking again at the two embracing in the photograph, Yu Gong Shao instinctively closed her legs, lightly rubbing them as she licked her dry, pale lips.

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Yet in her heart, she wondered, could it really be from staying up too late? Maybe she should see an old Chinese medicine doctor?

Moreover, from the reactions of the alliance's subordinate forces, one could tell whether the talisman she had acquired by chance had any hidden tricks.

Honestly, ancient times were an era when people strictly observed etiquette, especially those with social status. They would never behave recklessly, much less throw childish tantrums on the ground.

Under the raging flames, they could only scramble to extinguish the fire and save themselves. Seizing the moment while they were distracted, we quickly drove away.

He was acting separately from Deng Feng and the others. Deng Feng’s group had already gone inside, while he lingered at the gate.

Sheman proudly declared, “You don’t know, but I’m the vanguard of the Seven, the power of the vanguard captain of the Seven. Isn’t Sheman’s Snake Bone Sword formidable?” He brandished it again.

But the hospital bed suddenly caved in. She stood there stunned, pulled back the blanket, and found it empty inside.

All the way, Jiang Mu ignored Yan An. Angry, he returned home and, just as he stepped through the door, heard his mother’s sobbing.

Ten minutes later, leaning boredly against the window, Qiao Nuan was caught red-handed by Luo Luo, who had come looking for her, while she watched the server place straws into takeout bags.

This man was complicated yet simple: see, a blank check could give him a sense of security, could make him smile.

Lan Yu exclaimed excitedly, “Thank you, Your Excellency!” Then Jiang Chen summoned the power of the Heavenly Dao, pointing it at Lan Yu’s forehead.

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Although Ouyang Xiang liked Long Qijin, she could not abandon the dignity of the Ouyang family, and would not stoop to shamelessness.

“As expected of the Chaos Immortal Lord, so powerful! Jiang Chen defeated the Gold Xiao Immortal Lord’s men but still wasn’t a match for the Chaos Immortal Lord!” The crowd excitedly discussed, showing their admiration for Zheng Yang.

“Alright.” Dan Jinyu was no fool. Though he wanted to stay and cultivate alongside Chu Anle, he couldn’t. The outside world had many matters requiring his attention, and naturally, he couldn’t let them go.

“Why are you here?” The Duan lady sat lazily on a worn chair, pale, yet her gaze remained sharp.

There was a saying Lin Zhenniang didn’t voice: those who receive kindness today will surely be aided by the Liu family in the future. But if they embarrassed the Liu family now, when help was truly needed, no amount of pleading would suffice.

Having such a troublemaker in the sect was a torment. It was best to eliminate the menace here and now.

Looking at the face so familiar from childhood memories, Lin Feng’s fingers trembled slightly, but that was all—no shouts, no hysteria. Calmly, as if pondering for two seconds, he turned to look at Zilong.

No one knew that night, those two boxes buried deep underground, thought to never see daylight again, had already set off back to the Great Chu.

Over a thousand spirit stones—it was equivalent to a mountain peak’s annual income. After all, Feicai Peak’s yearly spirit stone income was scant; Dan Qingyan knew this well. He felt that Master Xingxingcao’s fortune would soon be exhausted by her disciples and her own penchant for forging artifacts.