Volume 1, Chapter 60: Major General Yanshang

Mufan led a small squad of a hundred soldiers as they roamed various parts of the battlefield, observing the deployment maps of the restricted zone's ferocious beasts.

Before long, the roar of military transport warships resounded across the sky.

The warships landed, and a succession of soldiers emerged—nearly ten thousand in total.

The last to step out was a woman clad in a military uniform, her hair tied in a high ponytail. She possessed a striking and dashing appearance, with a small scar adorning her right cheek.

"Your Highness, this subordinate deserves a thousand deaths, please punish me," Zui Xifeng said, pressing her forehead against the ground.

"Grandfather, she is still in college, it's not appropriate right now," Fu Haochen put down his chopsticks and said solemnly.

Xihua noticed Lu Mo's reluctance to part and shot him a teasing glance, but unfortunately, Lu Mo was walking around to the driver's side and failed to see it.

He immediately hurried over to the window, throwing it wide open with a sweep of his large hand, causing Gu Qingcheng's heart to suddenly race.

This gave everyone quite a fright. Not quite catching what the commotion was about, they scrambled in panic—some crossing their arms over their chests, others hastily pulling on their clothes.

The moment he landed, his eyes remained fixed on Shui Xingru's face, and at the same time, Shui Xingru stared straight back into his eyes.

To her surprise, Leng Muqi had only walked away a few steps when that livestreamer, who had never stayed close to her before, actually blocked her path.

During this period, Lu Changsheng used a realm of martial arts as fuel and nourishment to elevate himself to unprecedented heights of power.

The old man didn't even raise his head, keeping it lowered as if dozing off. He looked drowsy, entirely devoid of any aura of a martial arts master. To all appearances, he seemed no different from any ordinary, elderly man.

"The wound has been tended to, hasn't it?" Though he was looking at Leng Muqi, this question was directed at Xu Zhuoying.

Gu Yehuishi looked at the few sentences she had just sent; indeed, she had failed to explain the situation clearly. Her original intent was merely to let her teammates know not to hold out too much hope for her, but the words she typed seemed to convey the meaning: "My Wang Zhaojun is a total troll, please carry me."

Perhaps due to being self-enclosed for too long, they suddenly found themselves feeling so different from people of the outside world. This naturally led to them welcoming no outsiders and harboring an intense xenophobic prejudice against anyone not of their own kind.

Clearly, these people were not our own. So, who on earth were they? How had they managed to get here? Could they, too, have come in search of that grand ancient tomb? Furthermore, why had these people suddenly died right here?

By this time, Yun Xuan's expression was growing increasingly solemn. He realized he had previously underestimated Di Wu; Di Wu's strength was far greater than he had imagined.

"Of course! You are our boss, so naturally we have to keep a close eye on your safety. With you in danger, do you think we brothers wouldn't worry and fret?" Scarface scratched the back of his head and chuckled sheepishly.

Wei Yong dared not refuse the challenge, nor could he afford to do so. Two seven- or eight-year-old kids were clamoring to challenge him, and for a grown man to flee the field before battle would be entirely unjustified.

"Rest assured, she will definitely receive your gratitude~" With a hearty laugh, the White Wolf revved its engine heavily and charged forward.

The Jiuzhou Continent was, after all, the trade center for nearly hundreds of life-bearing planets in this region, so it naturally birthed a vast array of rare treasures.

Faithfully inheriting the various schools of thought from China over thousands of years, Lin Zhong now harbored an urgent desire to meet Long Ci.

Guiguzi swung his staff, summoning a sky-full of "Xuanwei Particles" to envelop himself. With a single move, "Prophet: Divine Concealment," he vanished without a trace, concealing his presence right beside the enemy. Yet the enemy remained utterly unaware of the impending danger.

She wore a set of crimson half-armor, yet it utterly failed to conceal her proud figure. Her curves were graceful, and coupled with her exquisite facial features, she was a truly pleasing sight to behold.

His gaze was razor-sharp. Holding a dagger in one hand and shielding Adina with the other, he stood firmly in front of her.

Yet Lu Yan knew that the Prince of Ming's son—who was also one of the commanders of the Prince's personal guards—could by no means be an ordinary old man who had never practiced martial arts.