Volume 1, Chapter 137: Xu Mao Apprehended!

In the Xu family study, Xu Mao’s expression was one of intense excitement. The Xiongnu’s army of one hundred thousand had reached Yongxing City, and their overwhelming offensive was bound to crush the morale of the city’s defenders.

On the livestream screen, the old man’s life story appeared—a detailed account of his experiences, even more comprehensive than what the netizens had uncovered.

"A drop every month or so? That’s not too slow. At this rate, in eight or ten years, I might actually have a chance to fully heal my hidden injuries," Master Jiao mused.

Coming here from Western Hunan was a journey of at least six hundred miles. If one were to travel on foot, it would take countless days and nights. Yet, to Shen Yulin, those six hundred miles seemed like a casual neighborhood visit; he came as he pleased and left whenever he wished.

As he spoke, Lu Tianxing applied slight pressure with his right foot, grinding it down until half of Holder’s face was pressed deep into the soft soil.

The most fatal flaw of these clay warriors was their inability to control or harness the laws and elements of the world. However, their physical bodies had reached the pinnacle of speed and strength. In a flurry of kicks, slashes, and strikes, they had already beaten the Main God Changping to the brink of death.

Descending to the second basement level of the building, they entered a chilly, cavernous room with smooth concrete walls. A metal grate divided the space into two sections, illuminated by three large spotlights overhead.

Ning Fan’s right hand shot out like lightning, accurately grabbing the beautiful flight attendant’s wrist. With a slight pull and a shove, he drove the dinner knife directly into the old man’s palm. In the next instant, he withdrew his hand and launched a palm strike at the man in the baseball cap, hitting him squarely on the head.

"You really should rest and nourish yourself more in the future. A deficiency in Yang energy harms the body; you could eat things like pearl barley and peanuts to build it back up." Before Grandpa could finish, he saw Father Xu sliding off the tree branch like a heap of mud, his face growing paler by the second, his limbs shivering as if he were freezing.

The buffalo was drenched, its tail slapping against its own body with a sharp "thwack" that echoed like someone clapping behind it. Its nose had stopped bleeding, but it twitched from time to time, a sign that it had not yet fully recovered.

"Very well, I want to join the Ancient Array Sect. May I ask if the teleportation portal on the Yunlan Continent has multiple entry points?" Mu Yichen pondered before asking. He had waited at the portal for so long, yet he had not seen his parents, sisters, or brother arrive. He worried that something might have gone wrong.

As soon as he turned his head, Ye Yi saw a figure beneath a bamboo hat shaking their head at him. Acknowledging the well-intentioned warning, Ye Yi nodded to show he understood before turning back around.

"Why would I be joking? This batch of black cards is limited to ten, at one million per year. If you don't think it's worth it, you don't have to buy one, right?" Xia Yuan said with a chuckle.

Lying in the pool was Yang Hao himself. Ripples of energy surged through the water, casting brilliant light as mist swirled around like floating clouds.

"Why not? Can any of you ministers give me a reason?" Gong Xiluo scanned the faces of her officials through the beaded curtain of her imperial crown, an inscrutable glint in her eyes.

What was meant to happen would inevitably come to pass. No sooner had Yun Zijin emerged from the space and sat on the bed than she was struck by a sudden force and knocked backward.

People could only estimate the progression of events based on the speculations of the audience present at the plaza.

Ye Zheng leaned against the bedroom door, while Lin Chu sat sullenly, sinking into the sofa as she glared viciously at the liar, swallowing hard as she did so.

"You really hit the nail on the head. That’s right—I intend to cause destruction, and I intend to do it on a massive scale, with a few new tricks up my sleeve!" The Demon Emperor’s expression darkened as he forced Mu Zhifei back step by step, a cold smile on his face.