Volume 1, Chapter 21: Ye Wu, Come Back to Me!

Only in this way could the God of Light appease the hatred in his heart; he was determined to make Liu Shouguang taste the sorrow of losing a son.

The commanding elevation of the terrain effectively extended the range of the cannons at Gongchangling Fortress by two or three miles. Combined with the current formation of the Qing barbarians below, the artillerymen, led by Feng Ke, felt like wolves spotting fat sheep, eager to test their skills.

If she could secure a connection with the Mansion of the Marquis of Dingnan, there would be few in the capital who could pose a threat to her business. But would the Fifth Young Master Zhao even care for such wealth?

Upon hearing these words, Chu Suanzi looked at Xie An in astonishment. She had always prided herself on knowing him deeply, yet she had no idea what had gotten into him today.

The movements of the Hongtang faction, while successfully uncovering the deployment of Dorgon’s army, had inadvertently revealed their own presence.

"Since we are both of the Four Divine Manors, if anyone dares to offend you, they are naturally opposing our Divine Archer Manor. There is no doubt about that," Yi Fei said, patting his chest.

This news was like a bombshell, crashing directly into Zuo Youyou’s heart. She looked into Wang Xiao’s eyes with disbelief, eventually ending the moment with a long, drawn-out sigh.

"I told you, it is merely a defective piece, containing only a trace of an Immortal Emperor’s will. Once I severed that will, it naturally revealed its true form," Shen Haoxuan explained calmly.

Fairy Luoyao, seated where she was, had felt her heart race when the scene on the stage became obscured. She could not describe the feeling, but it only began to subside—and her heartbeat return to normal—once she saw Ling Yun still standing there.

After the meal, everyone enjoyed tea and the scenery. The side of the restaurant facing the sea was completely open, offering a vast, unobstructed view: the expansive ocean shimmering with white mist, water vapor rising into the air, and the sky merging into a singular, clear hue. It was a refreshing sight that swept away all lingering melancholy.

"Your humble servant dares to implore you: step down and yield the throne to a worthier successor!" Outside the great hall, a sea of kneeling figures stretched as far as the eye could see.

There were other methods to calm Qin Chuan, but the energy within the five Divine Hearts was not permanently sealed and would inevitably lose some of its essence.

Qin Chuan sat cross-legged, waiting for the so-called anomaly to appear; he was curious to see what kind of strangeness would manifest.

Lu Yancheng had attained the Realm of Creation less than a century ago, which was more than enough to deal with cultivators who had not yet reached that level. Even relying on the mountain-protecting formation within the Supreme Heaven, some cultivators of lower cultivation in the Realm of Creation would be unable to harm him.

The man Lin Bei had been slapping suddenly opened his eyes. His pupils, once normal, had transformed into beast-like slits, and his open mouth spewed forth a green gas that made one want to retch.

In the sky, a great river surged upward, sweeping into the heights to become a vast ocean that scoured the firmament. It was not water, but true thunder, rising from the earth to strike the heavens.

"Don't be fooled by appearances; some people look polished on the outside, but their toes are already poking through their socks," Pan Kai recalled a joke he had seen online.

Defeating a Divine Sovereign within a millennium was simply a fantasy—an impossible feat.

At nine in the morning, Big Old Liu arrived at the company and, spotting Ming Yan, called him into his office.

In his hand, the ornate flintlock vanished, replaced by a larger, even more magnificent one.

The problem was that he had already conceived the title for his second film: *Dongfang Bubai: Return to the Jianghu.*

The Third Prince watched the scene unfold before him, his mouth twitching. Glaring at Soluo with hatred, he chose to depart immediately. Watching the Third Prince’s retreating figure, Soluo could no longer detect a hint of refinement; it had all been a facade.

On this side, by the time the Bai family had arranged the aircraft, Shen Qiang, coming from the provincial capital, had already reached the airport.

Contemplating this, Shen Qiang, in the eyes of Shenlou Qimeng, no longer seemed powerful enough to cause her suffocating panic, but instead, inexplicably, felt somewhat intimate.

A boundless silence emerged in his mind; the infinite darkness brought Soluo a sense of profound loneliness and a creeping chill.

Although the ancestor of the Ji Imperial Clan possessed the Canopy Cloud Fragrance Carriage—the fastest vehicle in the world—crossing from the Central Divine Prefecture to the East Sea in a single day was a delusion. He had no choice but to burn his life force to send the carriage ahead while his true self moved as a streak of light.

At that moment, He Hui had drawn his Desert Eagle, perfectly coordinating with Ye Fei’s actions to draw all the enemy’s fire toward himself.

Three punches were thrown in unison, forming a single line. The very void trembled, and the surrounding space warped, unable to withstand such terrifying solar power.

Ye Fei walked toward the altar holding the crystal skull. Suddenly, the stone pillars surrounding the altar erupted with brilliant, dazzling light. The bloodstains on the altar began to pulse, transforming into a red mist that enveloped the entire structure.

By now, the entire *CrossFire* official website had been turned upside down by three posts. The video post by "Yiye Piaoling" in particular drew high-level attention from the developers. After all, "Yiye Piaoling" was a legend in the *CrossFire* community, and his words carried immense weight.