Volume One, Chapter 22: The Release of Romance of the Three Kingdoms

Adding to that, the Wood Emperor Manual, which was handed down to her by her master, uncle, and elder brother, could be considered one of the most complete wood element secret arts.

“I have already reported this matter to the palace, requesting for reinforcements. To prevent the situation from worsening, I’ve sent scouts to gather intelligence, and my subordinate Guan Zimin has led a thousand elite troops and twenty thousand soldiers toward the coastline to carry out rescue and confront the enemy,” Zhang Meng said.

Ni Duoshi felt a chill in his heart; in the midst of danger, his foot slipped, and he darted sideways several yards, his neck nearly brushing against the blade—almost sliced clean in two.

Seeing Tieshan’s enthusiasm, Chu Feng felt somewhat embarrassed and could only keep thanking him to show his gratitude.

Grandmother Nine Infant exerted her utmost strength, yet his aura remained gentle and harmonious, easily channeling that force into the surging, peaceful energy within him, as if he were utterly unaware.

There were many such people in the Villains’ Quarter; Zhang Chen had interacted with quite a few before. Usually, they were harmless unless provoked, but once offended, it was instant annihilation.

Ni Duoshi chuckled inwardly: “At last, this pot of wine is finished. Now you must get up.” As he thought this, the stern face finally broke into a smile.

The attack was upon them in an instant. The hallmark of the Long Wind Slash was its explosive force—a thousand-meter distance was nothing. Sheng Fengxi had no choice but to use the Flower Shifting Step again. Yet spatial magic drained his mental energy fastest; after a few uses, his reserves would be depleted, leaving him completely at someone’s mercy.

Ma Ludan praised, “Senior, you are noble and imposing, broad-minded and magnanimous, a true statesman whose stomach could hold a ship…” He continued with a string of flattery.

Watching the scene, with everyone engrossed in explanation, some followers even rising to demonstrate themselves, Dongfang Mo felt increasingly assured about the situation he would soon face.

The young dragon’s gaze was filled with fearless determination; even when faced with certain death, not a trace of fear showed.

He was enveloped in spiritual energy, with radiant showers and thunder rolling, the sound of the Dao resounding. Beyond that, a fierce killing light spread in all directions, rendering heaven and earth dim.

Yang Jian’s eyes were as cold as frost, sweeping over the crowd and finally landing on Li Xiaoyao.

Speaking of which, Cui Siyu sat to Ning Cheng’s right—since the class had single seating now, there was no such thing as desk mates. But Ning Feng stubbornly insisted that anyone sitting beside him was his desk mate, despite the narrow aisle separating them.

She brought Ye Zhusheng here partly to let Zhuo Qingchan understand her feelings, and partly to have Zhuo Qingchan teach Ye Zhusheng a lesson on her behalf.

The atmosphere within the Peerless Tower was majestic; drums thundered, and voices rang out in unison, as if the three were supreme in all the heavens and earth, not to be angered in the slightest.

The young man knelt on the ground, and upon hearing the middle-aged man’s casual words, his body could not help but tremble.

After the system’s voice faded, Ning Feng found a pair of sunglasses and a ten-centimeter-long metal rod in his hand. The rod had a switch and a flash, identical to the memory eraser from the movies.

What a traitor—she’d always treated him well, regarding him as her own brother. Yet, despite being bullied by Bei Chenliang every time, he could still righteously say such things. Truly hopeless.

Old Bai Meng rambled in his ear; Ye Li nodded frequently, eyes closed, but in truth, he had no idea what the old man was saying.

They spent two days at the Summer Villa, bringing Yangyang along. Although Jin Chendong complained that Yangyang would disrupt their peace, he couldn’t bear to leave the child, who lacked parental affection.

Luo Xing discovered that no matter where or when, Qi Xiaoyu’s voice was always gentle, regardless of the other’s attitude or harsh words.

How could this be? Unless he was on a business trip, his elder brother never missed coming to the company, but he hadn’t heard anything about a trip.

She knew this jade pendant was given to Gu Shiqing by her elder brother in ancient times—it was also the Second Prince’s waist token. When they fell off the cliff, it broke in two; when she awoke, the pendant was gone, and the half she held was given to her later by Bai Zi.

Back then, Ah Yan truly cherished his younger sister Jiaqi, caring for her personally in all things. Who knows if, after all these years, their sibling relationship remains the same? Xia Yanran decided to call and ask about it.

The tasks for the underworld messengers were dispatched daily by the Water and Fire Judges, and she continued her previous work in the netherworld.

Prince Zhao Jun’s eyes, once closed, quietly opened a sliver; straightening his spine, he saw her hair flowing to her pearl-like waist, instantly evoking the image of a shy flower blooming in a summer pond.

Having learned to absorb others’ spiritual energy for her own use, it was too tempting not to try. There were few cults in the north, and even the spiritually weak officials had been thoroughly captured.

Xu Yi slowly stood and gazed at the shimmering sea in the distance. A flash of inspiration crossed his mind—Hong Kong. Before returning home, he’d had Dengshan take a boat to Hong Kong for a meeting; perhaps it was there he was targeted.

Not long after, a thunderous bovine roar shook the heavens. Outside the Tianhu region, golden light surged, and golden flames swept across the land, turning the world gold.

Moreover, this great macaque had been sealed within Zhu Mountain for at least hundreds of thousands of years. Its age was ancient—it was a figure from all those millennia ago.