Chapter 121: Another Mission

When Li Shimin learned of Qin Hao’s actions, he laughed heartily. With the morale of the Great Tang soldiers soaring, he believed it would not be long before he reached the Yalu River.

That night, Li Chengqian was sound asleep when he heard a cacophony of fire, shouting, and wailing outside. Rushing out, he saw his entire imperial guard, including his own Flying Cavalry, locked in a chaotic melee, the ground stained red with blood.

A giant sword, a hundred meters long, descended with the roar of a dragon, crashing into the myriad sword auras.

As the voice faded, Dongyang waved a hand, and Demon Heaven-Pride, along with the demons behind him, vanished into thin air.

He Wanwan’s image appeared in her mind. No matter how meticulously she dressed, could she ever be as beautiful as her? The fact that Yue Heng had been with her in the past meant he clearly favored beauty.

"Human, you are more cunning than I imagined," Haiman said, staring coldly at Shao Yilong, filled with indescribable frustration.

Just then, a green halo flashed above the clouds, causing the water of the Waterfall of Life to shimmer. From the peak of the mountain, wreathed in mist, nine green fruits drifted down like crystalline gems, each pulsating with a boundless, verdant vitality.

Xiao Yuren had already walked a distance away when his chilly voice drifted back: "I’m going back to sort through my archery techniques to see which ones look the most impressive. I will deliver them to you at the Noon Gate tonight."

In the short term, Kunlun would likely not receive the news; even if they did, Ding Yu believed they would send a powerful elder rather than disturb the two ancestors.

Qin Hao was absolutely stunned. He had finally summoned the resolve to appoint two trusted subordinates to lead the ships, and they had certainly done him proud.

"Very well, Chen Ge. Tell me now, what do you want me to do? As long as it is within my power and capability, I will certainly help you," Lin Xiao said.

Although they were puzzled as to why the robots Kamikawa had felled did not revive, they knew this was not the time for contemplation; they had to destroy the machines first.

They even managed to purchase local specialties here that had already sold out in other regions. These were likely the final batch of the year, to everyone’s pleasant surprise.

Lin Xiao and Mei did not disturb them further; they would have to face such situations sooner or later, and they would adapt once they grew accustomed to it.

The boy was covered by three or four quilts, yet he continued to tremble violently, as if those layers provided no warmth at all.

"Hello." Ling Baolu was somewhat startled. Looking around, she realized that although this was her own kitchen, she felt completely like a stranger in it.

For instance, water that should have flowed downward gathered into floating spheres, and other objects drifted about, never falling to the ground.

"Are all Master Coordinators this wealthy?" Even Lin Xiao, who did not place much value on money, couldn't help but complain; building such an estate must have cost a fortune.

"Does that mean Lin Xiao is going to turn into a superhero?!" Although there were no superheroes in this world, Mei had learned the term and its meaning from him.

Naturally, with the consent of both my mother and father, my request was finally granted. Of course, this required some sacrifice on Yuan Lei’s part.

In the Changle Palace, the Emperor was doting on Ruan Lingxi, reminiscing about the days when he was still the Crown Prince.

The development of the new generation of soul masters determined the future of sects and academies. Therefore, every major power was frantically searching for blessed lands to cleanse the marrow and secret methods to refine pills.

Li Feng understood one truth: talent was never the most terrifying thing; the most terrifying thing was when a talented person was also exceptionally diligent.

"If you do not listen to me, I will follow Mother’s wishes and have Yun Ling enter the palace instead of you," Ruan Lingwei whispered in her ear.

Even so, Qing Zi had a bad premonition. Recalling what Ning Yin had said to her in the prison, her unease grew.

"Their treachery goes deeper than this; they must have other detectors," Yan Liang said, his heart heavy with worry.

Aside from them, of the imperial concubines, only the Empress and the Noble Consort likely viewed him as someone useful to help with their affairs.

Three lifetimes—in all three, she had been strong-willed, yet she never imagined she would fall to such a state, reviled by thousands and subjected to such humiliation.

Wielding his long sword, he parried a strike and immediately retreated, then used the Misty Cloud Steps to attack another opponent.

Liu Chengfeng was on duty in the Deng Society. He was not alone, but it was his turn to lead the watch last night.

"Well done, Brother Chen Yi!" Wang Qingshan’s face lit up with joy, cheering for Chen Yi’s elusive movements.

As he was watching the killer whales, the electronic ringtone of a mobile phone suddenly sounded in his ear.

Fei Liangyan and Shi Yi arrived at the hospital. Fei Liangyan bolted from the car and led Shi Yi to the emergency room.

Before the U.S. Navy reached the Qiongzhou Strait, Chen Ning had already agreed with Colonel William that if war became inevitable, the submarines would deliver the fatal blow to the Japanese fleet during the chaos.

The way many people looked at Chen Yi had changed. They were all experts present, and everyone could see that Chen Yi was not joking.

"What are your thoughts? Tell me!" Peng Hao could not keep up with Mo’er’s train of thought, but knowing she was attending the banquet, he was filled with worry.

Once a soul fell into this soul storm, it would be instantly pulverized and fused with the countless fragments of other souls.

Upon hearing this, Liu Xiaoling stopped struggling, her eyes fixed on his squinting gaze.