Volume One, Chapter 50: The South of Wuxu is on the Verge of Collapse

Wu Xingxue no longer wished to emphasize the selective deafness of the Wu family.

Why did Wu Xunan believe that after all she had been through, she would still return to the Wu family?

What was the source of such confidence?

Was she really that contemptible?

Wu Xingxue could not understand it, but replied, “You say I’m sowing discord? Fine, then I’ll ask you.”

Zhang Yifan’s face burned with anger. Instead of stopping, he kicked toward Lin Tianyu once again.

When Zhu Tianpeng received his general’s title, he was also granted a crystal plaque inscribed with the words “Silver Spear General.”

The three tribe leaders struggled to rise, tidied themselves, then sat cross-legged, closing their eyes and ignoring others. As masters of the Heavenly Realm, they looked down upon the world with pride, unwilling to bow even in defeat.

Had it not been for the arrival of Xiao Feng and Li Rui, no one could have imagined how tragic his fate might have been.

Though Old Qingyu’s hooked nose was quite prominent, overall he resembled a human. Old Zhu appointed him as the head steward of Fulin Mountain, responsible for its development.

A massive pit appeared, dust collapsing inward, the earth cracked with deep fissures, testifying to the terror of the battle.

“Pity we can’t see his face,” remarked another beauty, her nose wrinkling as she looked at the solitary figure suspended in the air. “Isn’t he quite handsome?”

Without warning, as the group chatted idly inside the carriage, a grave voice suddenly came through the earpiece—it was Li Ziquan.

The fallen Han soldiers sprawled at the city gate, along with scattered remnants of battering rams and siege engines, bore witness to the ferocity of the assault. Although Dong Zhuo had acted with some hesitation, the price paid was still heavy, with considerable losses.

Damn it—comparing to that? Of course Fang Yi couldn’t lose. He promptly took out a pack of cigarettes, drew one out, and placed it between his lips, glancing sideways at Lin Shang and Shen Binan sitting beside him.

Ding! A series of sharp sounds echoed as countless long swords thundered down from the sky. Ning Yue barely had time to react before being buried beneath the falling blades.

“Besides this matter, there’s also news regarding the Grand General—it’s beginning to take shape,” Gu Fang said.

“The misunderstanding has been cleared up, which is good. We have prepared an early meal at my residence. Miss, why not dine with us before you leave?” Madam Chen smiled.

Thirteen-year-old Liu Jingfeng sat in the backyard of the Xie family. Across from him were several elders, including his aunt Liu Wan. He half-listened to their chatter about family affairs, wearing a well-behaved expression while inwardly feeling bored.

“To be honest, I have no idea what to write,” Yidong Cangyuan murmured as he followed Pingzi into the elevator.

“What? You say it’s a trap?!” Guanyin was speechless. She mostly thought it was a prank. When Zhang Ye mentioned a trap, she considered it and thought, if it’s just a prank, then a trap couldn’t be any different. Or perhaps it was simply a prank disguised as a trap.

It was like a lake within the heart, and then a single drop fell, sending ripples outward. His inspiration stemmed from those spreading ripples.

In less than half a month, Zhang Ye had exhausted five hundred energy crystals, forcing him to sell his sacred-grade elixirs again. This time, he sold a total of ten thousand crystals worth.

“Damn it,” the two were forced to retreat. The strength of the Riley brothers was undeniable, and it seemed they would have to endure hunger for a while longer.

Before his arrival, an elderly man surnamed Meng had already appeared. He was an old acquaintance of Wang Chengye and a seasoned collector, which explained why he was the first to show up.

Everyone knew that the investigation into the death of the Grand Elder had been handed off by the Law Hall to a red-robed disciple still in the Qi Refining stage.

After discovering this, Lin Xiao tried to pull fewer beastmen into battle, and chose those who appeared weaker to attack him.