I Was Only Being Politely Fake, and You Took It Seriously?

In front of Blazing Fire Academy's guesthouse.

The smiling figures of Huo Wu and Yuan Qingtian gradually disappeared from sight.

Hearing Huo Wu's words just now,

Feng Xiaotian's heart

ached so badly, hurt so much!

It was as if he had been sliced apart a thousand times.

But...

But...

He really was too strong...

I... I...

Feng Xiaotian hated his own weakness and could not help punching the tree trunk beside him.

Bang.

The force was so great that it left a fist print several centimeters deep.

Leaves drifted down one after another, staining his white hair with a hint of green.

Inside the guesthouse, the teachers and retainers of Blazing Fire Academy who were Soul Emperors and Spirit Saints or above had already gathered.

Just as Huo...

Just as the entire battlefield fell into a deadlock, no one saw a young man dressed in barbarian clothing crossing checkpoint after checkpoint along a hidden mountain path at the foot of Tianshan. Concealed along the path behind him lay the corpses of Northern Barbarian warriors, one after another.

Lu Qingyu saw that ever since Shen Feng had entered the Time-Space Illusion within the Blood Butcher, he had remained seated in meditation and deep thought. At times he beamed with joy, at times his brows were tightly furrowed, at times his eyes went blank, and at times he danced about wildly, looking utterly like someone who had gone mad from cultivation deviation.

Du Yuesheng nodded. "People of the upper class eat little because they don't do any work!" Then he touched his pocket and secretly resolved that he would prepare some loose change in the future. He could not keep going out carrying nothing but gold bars.

Yuan Shanbao had long received Du Yuesheng's instructions. He drove slowly with Kang Youwei, honking the horn and swerving the car along the way, all to make some noise and draw out the tail following them. Kang Youwei's face was filled with suspicion; he still did not understand why Du Yuesheng had arranged things this way.

As the power of the Sea Lion Star King Fist came crashing down in rolling waves, its force as deep and vast as an abyss or sea, it traced a bizarre path and directly tore through the air. It moved at a speed visible to the naked eye, yet erupted with astonishing velocity, arriving in an instant.

Cloud Immortal's mount was still being recalled when Du Ziteng had already reached her side. With the corners of his mouth lifted high, he gave a wicked grin and swept his folding fan across her chest, flicking up a streak of light. Wine Immortal's class skill, Fairy Offers Wine, unleashed all three consecutive strikes upon Cloud Immortal.

At this moment, his skin was covered in a lobster-like crimson, its surface coated with an extremely thin layer of scorching heat, like a freshly forged blade blank.

"Tell me, was it something you had discussed long ago, not letting me touch you during this period?" Baili Cangming suddenly asked.

Jiang Zhiqing found it somewhat hard to believe that the Axe Gang and Huang Jinrong would come help them, but Ghost Eye—the top agent in their organization—had said so. He had no reason not to believe it. If even Ghost Eye could not accomplish this, then who could?

With a wave of his hand, the knights behind him surged forward. Seizing the opportunity, Cao Cao also dispatched a cavalry unit to charge toward Liu Xie's carriage from the flank.

Wherever he wanted to go, he only had to close his eyes and form a thought, and he would appear there. It was simply too effortless, too free.

"What should we do now?" Yuan Shao looked at Tian Feng with a somewhat pale face. The enemy had twenty-five thousand troops, while his own side had only twelve thousand soldiers capable of fighting. On top of that, the epidemic in the army had not yet been completely eradicated. Even with heavy rewards offered, morale remained low. Even if they held them off today, what about tomorrow? The day after tomorrow?

"Haha, don't say that. Your talent for formations is simply high! If I had to teach a mediocrity, I wouldn't be able to teach them." Old Yang laughed.

Tell me, who could resist the beauty of a tree laden with all kinds of jade and emerald, its leaves made of gold...?

The car came to a steady stop. Two soldiers boarded the train. One was an officer, and the other was an interpreter.

Liu Xu still did not know that quite a few people were seated in both of his sisters' homes. Otherwise, he really would have lost his temper.

As Nan Rong spoke, the powerful aura of his Heavenly Human Realm cultivation suddenly burst forth.

The Wind Cloud Pure Yang Sword paid no heed at all. It remained tightly pressed against Cheng Linting's hand, frantically drawing every inch of essence and blood from Cheng Linting's body. It spared nothing—not even flesh and blood, elemental power, or strength.