Chapter 23

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The ambushers, seeing their own vehicle attacking their own side with unerring accuracy, were instantly thrown into chaos. It was only when someone issued an attack order that they snapped to their senses, quickly concentrating their fire on vehicle number three.

"No, no, no, I have absolutely no idea who you are." Mom took out a photograph and handed it to the bewildered Liuxing. It was the photo containing the Holy Sword.

The old man before him, with his bristling beard and furious expression, was none other than the "Ghost Hand" elder whom he had personally expelled from the Heavenly Path years ago for stealing his techniques.

It was incredibly powerful, rumored to be a descendant of the dragon race; it was only natural that Jiang Feng’s current cultivation level was no match for it.

"What!" Loki, who had always considered the Cherubim indestructible, was utterly shocked to see it severed by "Zero," the lowest-ranked member of the Night Party.

It looked effortless, but in reality, it was anything but. Xue Hao pulled out his broadsword and swung it with great force. Although he had just entered the Blood Exchange Realm, this did not improve his situation at all; on the contrary, his strength had decreased rather than increased.

Entertainment media outlets naturally would not miss such a hot topic. In the next day’s entertainment news, they focused heavily on this aspect. Reviews of Lei Jing’s styling and performance poured out, her popularity skyrocketed, and she eventually reached the day’s top headline—an unexpected windfall.

"Is this merely a matter of one hundred thousand coalition soldiers? What about the public outrage within your own country? If you do not appease their anger, will your soldiers still have the heart to lay down their lives for the British Empire?" Abdul-Nai said with a threatening tone.

The flames burning on Cthugha’s body gradually lost their momentum. The scorching fire, which would have turned an ordinary person to ash upon contact, weakened until it was no more than a flickering candle flame. Cthugha convulsed for a moment and then went still.

"Buddy, you’re the best! This car is fantastic," one of the second-generation elites said, giving Jiang Yan a thumbs-up.

The carriage had no shock-absorption system, and its wheels were as hard as stone. Traveling over uneven ground, it felt like one could be jolted into the air at any moment.

Xu Qinghe hurriedly covered his mouth. "Stop, just stop." He was embarrassed to the point of exploding. "I was really drunk at the time!" Otherwise, how could he have said such shameful things?

The gazes of Dai Zhou and Wei Zheng were also fixed on Lin Feng. Even though they had realized some things, they still felt as though a veil of mystery remained unlifted regarding the specifics.

The latter trembled all over, his desire to fight for his life completely extinguished. Now, all he hoped for was that he wouldn't end up like that table.

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Of course, he wasn't the one who named the newspaper *Pravda*. In fact, someone had founded *Pravda* in 1908, and it had become their official party organ. However, due to complex reasons, Lenin’s faction was eventually kicked out of the editorial office, losing their platform for expression.

After Jiang Yan agreed, he pointed to the installation diagram on the table and spoke.

But at the time, everyone had an alibi, which made it truly impossible not to doubt the reasonableness of Lin Feng’s judgment.

Hearing footsteps, the two looked up simultaneously. Upon seeing Lin Feng arrive, Wei Zheng nodded, a rare hint of warmth appearing on his usually stern face.

However, precisely because he did not appear on camera, there were only a few hundred people left in the live broadcast room.

Indeed, this Horned Water Beast definitely possessed the strength of a first or even second-grade Earth Martial rank. While Ye Sheng, a half-step Earth Martial expert, could dominate everyone in the Human Martial realm, he found himself stretched thin against an Earth Martial powerhouse, even with the support of his mysterious "Broken Wood Technique."

"Do you want to sleep a bit longer?" Jing Yu asked, touching his forehead. Fortunately, his fever from last night had finally broken.

Uh, watching the pet again? Gu Lin was stunned for a moment and stepped forward reluctantly. The Snow Fox was happily eating its chicken, but suddenly seeing a stranger, it thought someone was coming to steal its food. It jumped up, fur bristling, glaring at him while making whirring sounds.

Although Chan Tianlong appeared to be at the Martial Illusion stage of the Pure Buddha sect, in reality, as the son of the Phantom Demon, his cultivation had already reached the Divine Sense stage. He was merely suppressing and concealing it.

Of course, this brief state of emptiness lasted only for an hour, allowing Mo Yufei a moment of respite before he continued the work of manifesting the fragments of divine sense.

"How dare you! What kind of nonsense are you spouting? Do you really think Lin Li will stop listening to her father? If I, Lin Hong, am determined to stop your wedding, you two will certainly break up." Lin Hong actually threatened Ye Juntian.

"Yes." A-Xiang left with the jade bottle. No one noticed that the cavalryman who had just entered to report had slipped into Jiang Ruohan’s courtyard.

He had never really known how to take care of children and couldn't learn to be gentle, so naturally, he wasn't as meticulous as Xia Xingchen. As he moved the child inside, Xia Dabai woke up. Blinking his eyes open just a crack, he saw it was him and looked a bit unhappy.

After arranging everything, Ye Juntian entered the Tai-Guang Divine Space, where the intermediate-level earth vein formed multiple tentacles that drilled deep into the ground. Like thick, muscular roots, they spread across a range of several dozen miles.

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Through a crack, Ji Meina looked into the room. In the pitch-black space, the only visible things were the glow from the computer screen and her mother sitting at the desk, breathing heavily.

Lily narrowed her eyes, watching their silent interaction. She guessed that the pair of idiot lovers had opened a telepathic link to whisper in front of her, yet she couldn't intervene.

The Emperor was nearing the end of his reign, and thanks to his immense ambition and strategy, the twelve great Martial Marquises who commanded the Twelve Regiments had been completely purged.

Lin Chu was different; his methods for capturing pieces in Chinese chess were strange and varied. Sometimes he would use a chariot to capture a central pawn, other times he would use a cannon to create a pincer attack. In any case, it wasn't just about trading pieces; the advantage of this was that his chariots and horses could form a coordinated attack.

Divine radiance spilled across the sky, and hundreds of disciples simultaneously erupted with starlight. The dim sky was like a hundred fireworks exploding at once, colorful and magnificent.

Flower buds broke through the soil, extending out of the ground to unfold into palm-shaped, blood-red clusters. This sight made everyone’s scalp tingle, and goosebumps broke out all over their bodies.

The young pirate ninja realized the massive threat from his side the instant Da Mu launched his attack. He tried to dodge, but he was half a beat too slow.

"We have consulted the almanac, and tomorrow at the hour of the snake is an auspicious day for the duel. Why not arrange it at the Imperial Guard’s training ground? Shall we leave the construction of the ring to Ning Jumen, the commander of the Forbidden Army?" Qu Wuzhou suggested.

Jia Cong laughed, and just as he was about to say something, he saw several figures appear in front of the Ning Mansion gate, so he stopped speaking.

The complete continent gradually lost its topsoil in the terrifying torrent of light, exposing the deep-seated volcanic rock beneath.