Chapter 19

From the very first time Jiang Feng met Crimson Eyes, he felt that, though the beast looked terrifying, its nature was exceedingly gentle. He treated his subordinates like brothers, and with his protection, it was no wonder the Forest of Beasts enjoyed such harmony.

The blue python flicked its tongue, and in a sudden motion, uncoiled from the stone pillar, soaring through the air to ram directly into the lightning—only a beast of legend could counterattack with such audacity.

The fortress within the Realm Rift Ridge was far larger than the one on the other side. Its great hall was expansive enough to accommodate ten thousand men with ease—a space clearly designed for massed armies. After all, land was not a concern in the Realm Rift Ridge; the fortress could be built as vast as desired.

“What does that have to do with me?” The man lifted his eyes, the noble darkness of his pupils calm and unfathomable, betraying not the slightest ripple of emotion.

Han Feng returned to his quarters, feigning a search through his trunk while in truth rummaging through his weapon system for something suitable.

After their father’s death, it became nearly impossible for the family to fish or gather seafood. Instead, they could only collect seaweed, dry it, and store it as food.

Stretching hard, Su Ming rose, left the corporation, and drove off toward the location sent to him by text.

Nan Xiang didn’t care either; as long as she was with Jiang Yechen, there was no need to worry about where they went.

Several favorites to win had all advanced, including Su Yu, the merman, and Ma Yun’s grandson, Ma Quan.

Opening the car door, the first thing Su Ming saw was a circular building, a new structure he hadn’t encountered before. Even on his previous visits to the inner city for exchanges and banquets, he’d never seen it—evidence that it stood deeper within the city.

Gao Fei drove forward; less than two hundred meters ahead stretched a row of more than twenty late-night food stalls along the street.

From a state of chaos and frailty, the place had become orderly and thunderous in just a single season.

It wasn’t just him—every officer of the Northern Lands recognized this badge, and more importantly, the person it represented.

Three days prior, the party had been crossing the grasslands, returning north. Predictably, they had received orders and news from the Marshal in Marienburg.

Gao Fei couldn’t share his thoughts with Yin Ping; the principles Station Chief Chen had instilled today were difficult for him to grasp.

Liu Thirteen scratched his head. This was a serious matter. Demonic energy was a conundrum for most—spirit cultivators like Yue Shuangbai included. But not for him. Through the memories of a lingering soul, he knew demonic energy could be absorbed and transformed—though only by soul cultivators.

Don sighed; what troubled him wasn’t these things, but whether Kate Winslet could withstand it.

His earlier slap had already incited Liu Thirteen’s anger. Now, as the youth kicked at him, Liu Thirteen finally lost patience. With a swift movement, he seized the young policeman’s ankle, gave a gentle pull and push, and without any sign of force, the youth rolled away on his own.

Day by day, time passed; ten days had slipped by in the blink of an eye. After the attack on the first day, the Southern Expedition camp’s defenses had been steadily reinforced.

With a flick of her right hand, darkness surged forth, deftly shifting the Heavenly Bell to Lin Yan’s side.

Ping’er often gave Jia Min attitude, but Jia Min was long used to it. As for Miao Yu’s moods, she’d grown immune and simply didn’t care.

The king asked, “What business have they? Summon them.” The guards encircling the monk and his disciples temporarily withdrew.

“Tsk!” Ron felt a pang of regret. His lack of understanding of the Azmo family’s current situation had led to this predicament. If only he had left a few spies in the family, he wouldn’t be facing this now.

“Senior, if there’s another chance, I hope to seek your guidance again,” Su Yang said, rising to his feet with a respectful salute.

“The tank division is no problem—the real issue is, they even brought the zombie troops,” Su Qianqian frowned.

The purge of the six noble houses caused immense panic in the imperial capital, especially among the great families. They feared the same fate might soon befall them.

The Dark Lord surveyed his ranks—fewer than twenty remained capable of fighting.

Wang Kaixuan’s face turned sour at the news. He knew Qingfeng would never joke at a time like this, but the feeling of facing a mountain of treasure and being unable to claim it was excruciating.

At that moment, Cao Xiuming and the others arrived, raising their true-qi weapons and hurling them at the two combatants.

If even one foreigner escaped, the Songlan duo would not be spared. The escort chief waited several months, and when the two never appeared again, he guessed they had likely met a grim end.

Iron Slag drew a second red silk-piercing round, ready to load it, when out of the corner of his eye he spotted a tribal warrior leaning back and hurling a javelin at him. Instantly, a surge of danger flooded his heart, and he rolled swiftly to the side.

Raising his head, Void looked up at the towering, imposing Apothecary King’s Tower. A flash of ruthlessness crossed his face, and suddenly he thrust out his right hand, pressing it against the tower.

This sequence repeated several times—the fuzzy, ball-shaped monstrous insects never managed to touch Xie Lin, and Xie Lin remained oblivious to their presence.

Those watching gasped in shock. Though the Mist Ninja had long known of Orochimaru’s formidable power, seeing it firsthand was still staggering.

Despite Guo Hui’s youthful appearance, his cultivation was extraordinary. Both he and Jin Jiayan had reached the late Nascent Soul stage. In terms of power, White Tiger City was likely far stronger than Yin Wu and his companion from Blackwater City.