Sunrise broke. At last, a shaft of light ripped through the dark night and scattered dawn across the land. For some reason, not a single attack had come that night, giving the Flame Clan a much-needed chance to catch their breath.
In an instant, the hall fell silent. Everyone was stunned the moment they saw the three paintings.
Although the Federation's heavy weapons had immense firepower, they demanded even more from logistical support and lacked the ability to sustain prolonged combat. So until more bases were completed and the effective combat radius expanded, Dragon Speakers would still have to shoulder most of the missions beyond their borders.
The Red-robed Archbishop's birthday feast had finally arrived, and representatives of all the various factions had gathered. By the time Piao Wuzong, Candice, and Fitz arrived, the gifts had already piled up like a mountain. Diamonds, jade, Luminous Pearls, and other rare treasures seldom seen in ordinary times were now tossed carelessly beside the square like rubbish.
As soon as the incident was over, the clan chief had sent people to help the villagers repair their damaged homes, so no one had blamed Mu Tianchen. And after Mu Tianchen had shown his strength at the time, some of the townspeople had come to admire him.
"Haha, Mr. Ma, don't get the wrong idea." Tang Guozhong smiled broadly. "I trust you completely, but a few friends were a little worried, so I made a bet with them. Hehe, now you all believe me, right?" His last words were directed at the two Dragon Speakers.
At this point, whether they left any room to maneuver no longer mattered. What mattered was how to keep the situation under control. Xu Shuguang had been trying to cover it up, but now the lid had been blown open. He would have to plug the hole properly, or not only would the lid be blown apart, but so would his path to promotion.
"Hehe, pretty disappointed, huh?" The man didn't deny it. Instead, he said with a chuckle, gazing straight up at the blue sky and white clouds rather than at Ma Jinyao.
The cultivators were all looking for Li Ming, but they couldn't find him. When they had first arrived, none of them had taken the matter seriously. They didn't believe these people could fail to stop a Golden Core Stage cultivator.
"Fine, I agree. Then we'll take our leave." Mu Tianchen didn't hesitate; he led the others away as soon as he finished speaking.
Chuan Xue's decisive arrangement for Sanni had unknowingly marked the first step in Sanni's growing fondness for business.
When they heard he was going to tell his story, Long Feihu and Shen Rui both fell quiet, full of curiosity, and waited for him to begin.
Hearing Long Feng, Aping could only glare in protest before pressing the call button. If looks could kill, Long Feng would have been reincarnated several times over by now—but that was only wishful thinking.
"This fried rice is pretty good. It's full of flavor and keeps you full, too. Fried rice really is nice, and a glass of juice with it makes it even better." He enjoyed the last rays of the setting sun; tomorrow they would reach their destination and get busy.
If Senior Sister Lianmeng ignored the green light's attack and resolved to kill that young man, he would surely grow timid and lose his composure.
"We can take the city now. They've fought for long enough. We just need to go in and deliver the final blow." Wu Daozi watched the city in the distance with a cheerful smile.
The best thing about this move was that the sinister Sword Qi was formless and intangible. Ordinary spirits and monsters couldn't sense it at all. While the enemy focused all their strength on dealing with the masculine Sword Qi, they wouldn't know that another Sword Qi was lurking, ready to deal them a gentle cut.
As Wukong spoke, he craned his neck and looked all around, but he couldn't see the three-headed Lion Demon's corpse anywhere within sight. A trace of doubt crept into his heart.
"What else could make me furrow my brow besides work?" Mu Yan acted as if she were the very picture of dedication.
The Heirloom Imperial Seal was the symbol of legitimacy for dynasties throughout history. That's right, it was the symbol of dynasties—in technical terms, the symbol of rule in a monarchy.
Li Zhuer's heart was in his throat. He walked to An Lushan's bedside, almost holding his breath. Those ten-odd short steps felt as though they had taken him forever.
The riverbank was crowded with refugees resting. Some chipped through the ice to fetch water, while others had even set up makeshift stoves on the spot to cook. They had only a few grains of rice boiled in plain water, yet it made the onlookers gather around, mouths watering.
Zhang Nai frowned. Zhou Yuji really had abandoned the city to fight in the open. But why hadn't he taken advantage of his rested troops to deploy them in formation? Why was he advancing toward them instead? Then it dawned on him: perhaps Zhou Yuji was using offense as defense—or perhaps he had learned that the rebel army was attacking Baoding City and had sent troops to its aid.
She really did love him—so much that she couldn't pull herself free. Only the sense of security he gave her could drive away all her loneliness, solitude, and darkness.
Although the Eastern Empire's fleet had withdrawn from the various planets, hidden locations in the space near those planets still housed a number of surveillance units. That way, they could keep an eye on what was happening on each planet in time. It was another means of keeping watch.
The sudden turn of events left everyone stunned. They had assumed that the tall, show-off of a Daoist would easily take care of Jiang Haoran. After all, the Daoists' murderous sword dance in the square was still fresh in their minds.
Naturally, they had no idea that Xiao Yitian—the man who had slain a member of the Dragon Clan a year ago—was standing right before their eyes.
As long as they could get the treasure and help Powu Hall rule the world, they wouldn't just be willing to become someone's son; they'd even grovel like a grandson.
He pushed open the fence and walked in. The medicinal garden was densely planted with precious herbs, leaving hardly anywhere to set foot. He made his way toward her and soon reached her side.
Then more and more people gathered around them. Business had been slow at first, but suddenly it was booming, the crowd packed so tightly that not even a drop of water could get through.