Volume 1, Chapter 135: The Xiongnu Chanyu Pays Respects to the Duke of Xingguo

Wudu felt his scalp tingle at Wuwei’s words. First came bewilderment, then shock! Finally, Wudu flew into a rage, roaring, "Wuwei, I am the Great Chanyu recognized by all the Xiongnu tribes. Do you have a death wish, daring to kill your Chanyu?"

"Even if you kill me, who else could command such obedience?"

A-Jiu gazed into the distance at the War God cavalry's mounts—beasts that resembled horses but possessed hard horns and long, lateral wings—finding them incredibly novel and rare. "Master, what are those? Flying horses? They even have horns on their heads!" Yanyangtian laughed heartily, teasing her for her limited experience, which made A-Jiu blush with deep embarrassment.

As I spoke, I suddenly felt uncomfortable. Had I not also agreed to the marriage with Zhu Di? By saying this, was I not slapping my own face?

Ren Ling and Mei Yun stood guard over the Jingtian Five Elements Defensive Array. When the array was shattered, the two managers, Guan and Ting, rushed forward. They felt as if their internal organs were burning; a sharp, inexplicable pain tore through them, and all the strength in their bodies seemed to drain away like flowing water, leaving them barely able to stand.

It was like a thunderclap exploding on flat ground; the mountain peaks seemed to tremble. Yet, this sound had little impact on the fierce battle raging before the fortress. Xisa’s gaze swept over the dead and half-dead littering the peak, then fell upon the battle below, his expression growing increasingly grim.

"Hehe, just looking at this child's honest demeanor, you can tell he's a country boy!" Mother Lu praised him incessantly.

No matter how desperately Yu Qingqing called out from outside, the people inside remained indifferent, continuing to act as they pleased.

It was clear that the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord was the most powerful among these demon kings. The group of demon kings talked loudly and boisterously, showing no sign of feeling like prisoners, while the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord sat high in their midst, obviously the most formidable of them all.

However, judging by today’s situation, although this old fox was polite, he remained distant, showing no intention of befriending me at all.

"Alright, stop standing there and making a fool of yourself. Tang Li, hurry to the restroom, clean yourself up, and I’ll take you to buy some clothes!" Looking at Tang Li, whose face was smeared with steak sauce, Xiao Han could not bear to see his cousin humiliated, even if she still harbored deep resentment toward him.

To accelerate progress through actual combat, mere sparring is of little significance; practicing again and again only serves to make one's martial arts moves more proficient. Testing moves and trading blows can never bring the mind, spirit, and intent into a state of harmony, and thus, it is worlds apart from a life-or-death struggle where no quarter is given.

Although the affection between the two in the room was growing, they were unaware that a large man was standing guard outside the window. Hearing their exchange, he bowed his head, holding back tears, his tower-like frame trembling slightly.

This long holiday had been a wonderful time for Jin Yuan. Before the team's training camp began on September 10th, Jin Yuan and Tang Yanan had fully enjoyed their time as a couple. Although Li Aila would occasionally interject, it could not overshadow the happiness of these past few days.

But despite these many disadvantages, when the chariots truly galloped across the plains, the visual impact alone was enough to make one’s scalp numb, let alone the enemy light infantry who had to withstand the charge and then exploit the gaps torn open by the impact.

Bai Chongxi’s eyes darted as he waved his hand and laughed, "Bocheng, everything you say is possible. I have studied Frunze’s military style; he is adept at using surprise tactics. In the Crimean campaign, he forced a crossing of the Sivash Sea to break through the White Army's Perekop Isthmus."

This time, forget about Ma Zheng; even Toyoda Soemu could not help but want to slay Matsuda himself. The 10th Destroyer Squadron was tasked with a suicide assault mission, yet now, out of cowardice, they had jettisoned their torpedoes. Without them, how could they possibly threaten the Chinese battlecruisers?