Chapter 32

Just then, a shrill scream erupted from the second floor of the gallery. Judging by the voice, it was none other than the scruffy, bearded old painter.

"I have friends abroad. Which country would you like to visit, Boss Li? England? Australia? Singapore?" Su Rui asked with a smile.

To the Alliance, the unprepared Noxus, despite its powerful national strength, could not withstand such a vast army of the dead, especially since Noxus no longer had any reinforcements.

Zhou Guican dared not delay. After waiting for a full hour and seeing no sign of the yellow-robed elder, he hurriedly shattered the snowman. Li Hongxiu’s lips were pale, her face devoid of color. Zhou Guican hoisted her onto his back, intending to seek refuge in the village, but fearing the elder’s return, he pondered for a moment and headed west.

At this moment, apart from Ye Shouye, who shared his own objectives, he found he did not know whom else to trust.

Since the die was cast and he had decided to stand with the Holy Lord, the old man no longer held anything back, beginning to assist the Holy Lord in analyzing how to garner more faith.

Song Hao gave a low grunt of acknowledgement, but his eyes were darting around, studying the terrain and calculating an escape route; once they broke out, he would turn and run immediately.

Shen Ruoruo recognized the man before her. Wasn't he Ma Bo, Shen Guantong’s classmate who had suffered a crushing defeat in his duel against Chu Xuhan?

Moreover, the Family Alliance—though they wouldn't say it aloud—were, in their hearts, each more hidebound and antiquated than the last.

These two auras—one of hatred and one of ruthlessness—fused together, instantly pushing the Yama’s presence to its zenith.

When Yan Fan returned to the Nine Clouds Sect, he happened to see two familiar figures guarding the suspension bridge: Shi Ming and Tang Long.

At this moment, Su Yang could not help but gasp. What exactly had the Great Sages done all those years ago? Hundreds of thousands of years had passed, yet there were still so many living dead.

At first, the whirlwind was weak, capable only of lifting fallen leaves and dust from the ground, but gradually, its power intensified, and the wind grew increasingly volatile.

A martial artist’s Dao-artifact is often something found only after traversing thousands of hardships. Once obtained, it is treated as a supreme treasure, nurtured daily with one’s own spiritual consciousness and essence blood. In battle, a martial artist wielding a Dao-artifact is often far more powerful than their peers of the same rank; such is the reliance on the power of these artifacts.

Everyone rushed out of their carriages and gathered around the one occupied by Yan Fan and Wu Lin to protect them, while they engaged in a fierce battle outside.

His physical body had been restored because he had condensed a Dharma body, resulting in a qualitative change from the inside out.

The Yandang Cavalry possessed an incomparable advantage in equipment and rank over the Yellow Turban Army, boasted high organizational discipline among their full-strength officer corps, and were led by legendary historical generals.

Furthermore, the pressure here was immensely beneficial to him, seemingly capable of completely resolving the integration of the Wood Spirit Vein with his own body, and even further tapping into the vein’s potential.

Generally, deploying restrictions on flying artifacts was common practice, but as he retracted his divine sense to wait, a wisp of energy as thin as a thread brushed past him. This sent a chill through his heart, yet when he probed carefully again, he detected nothing unusual.

Sakura was already impatient due to the make-up lessons, and now that Fuji had pinned her down, she snapped in a fit of pique and bit his neck. Fearing she might hurt him, the force was minimal—at most, a mere cat scratch.

"Who's there!" A figure in the woods suddenly lifted his head, gazing warily toward the direction of Mo Lai.

"An Xi." Mo Da had left, but Su Jiarui didn't move immediately. He spoke, calling out to the person who had been hiding all along.

Normally, at such a time, the rotating elder on duty would remind everyone not to wander too far off-topic. However, that was hardly to be expected now, as Elder Qi showed no sign of realizing the conversation had drifted.

It seemed Aunt Hu’s sewing skills in her youth were indeed lackluster. Hearing this, her old face flushed, and she huffed, "If you dislike my craftsmanship, then have the ability to stop wearing what I sew!" She turned, beckoning Qing Ge to join her for a walk to town.

Big Sister had once said that affection is built through time spent together. If he could barely see Brother Fu, how could the latter ever grow fond of him?

Mo Ke counted the pills; this batch yielded nine successes. Normally, a furnace would produce twelve, but being able to refine nine was already considered fortunate.

The eldest uncle and the others felt a blur before their eyes, and a large, antique wooden ship suddenly appeared in the empty space, leaving them all stunned into silence.

"Deal." Zheng Peng knew that Guo Ketang had made the greatest possible concession; to ask for more would show a lack of sincerity.

Having resolved the issues with the guard detachment, Lu Xiu, as the host, held a banquet within the Protectorate to welcome Zheng Peng.

Power is not bestowed by superiors; it is derived from the obedience of subordinates. This is a truth not everyone understands.

Without waiting for orders, Ouyang Fei directly shouldered his sniper rifle and opened fire. Muzzle flashes flickered incessantly as the red-robed disciples fell one by one, blood blossoming on their chests.

Xu Zheng was an actor who carried comedy in his very nature; every expression and gesture could amuse an audience, a rare talent indeed.

The boulder was gripped tightly by Daishan. Under the force of his violent strength, the stone began to crumble and disintegrate. Once the rock in his arms split in two, Daishan flung the remainder with all his might. It flew over ten meters like a catapult shot, causing the ground to shake upon impact.

"Is that so?" Cai Lingzhi mulled it over, unable to guess what exactly Cai Shuang intended to do.

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