Chapter 131: The Body Bag for Brats

Gong Yihan suddenly interjected, casting a cold glance at Shangguan Ling before lowering his head to gaze tenderly at Gu Yuelin in his arms.

"Everything will be fine," Li Ruo murmured, her brow furrowed as she held Yu Naier tightly, her voice firm. At that moment, she felt as though the seemingly young young master before her possessed a mysterious, magnetic power. She had no time to ponder; although she sensed an ominous foreboding, there was nothing she could do.

In reality, while Zhang Feng was busy contemplating whether they truly had four hundred and fifty men and if they would appear within the Imperial Capital, Master Qin, as the commander-in-chief, remained shielded in the heart of the army, heavily guarded on all sides, making him nearly impossible to approach.

The paper figures had leveled up, transcending the current rules and bypassing the restrictive resurrection limitations faced by other players. Having never encountered such a situation during a live stream before, Gu Xiaoxiao was at a loss as to how to respond to the comments.

He Yang, however, seemed particularly suspicious. She faced a multitude of enemies, but what choice did she have? Yet, Gu Xiaoxiao’s peaceful and quiet life was shattered within days by a single phone call from Chen Yunsheng.

He was now swearing on his own life; if Zhao Hanliang continued his illicit affair, Zhang Cuicui might eventually swear on his life as well. It was a foolish prospect, especially since he had previously harbored thoughts of bringing Zhang Cuicui home to settle down.

Dressed only in her undergarments, Chen Jiachang snuck off the bed and showered her senior sister with apologies and endearments until the other woman’s anger finally dissipated.

He had believed that mastering the Cloud-Chasing Sword Technique would at least lead to a stalemate, if not a victory, against Lu Mingxian. Now, it was clear that the gap in their strength was vast; if not for his exquisite footwork, he would have been defeated long ago.

With a sharp shout, Wu Song swung his broadsword, a fierce and overwhelming aura sweeping past the Ruan brothers.

***

The unique scent of Lu Liting washed over her, and Qi Xinya could not help but take a deep breath. She helped Lu Liting up and led him out of the clubhouse.

Chen Fan’s irritation grew; determined to teach him a harsh lesson, he stopped holding back. With a metallic ring, his sword flared with blinding light, instantly knocking the bronze axe from Chenxiang’s grasp.

Besides, Shanzhu couldn't stay home all day. If Mother ever grew too weak to move and wanted a drink of water while Shanzhu was out, she might not even be able to get a drop.

"Damn it! You almost fooled me, old man!" Sima Xiongfeng raised his long sword again, aiming it at A'hua.

After asking her question, Li Xin realized the timing and place were all wrong and quickly tucked her head into the covers.

In an instant, Ju Qiuqiu charged forward. At his command, all the human warriors manned the trebuchets. Countless massive boulders rained down upon the demon soldiers outside the city walls.

Luo Ze looked at Jun Qianqian with remorse. Both struggled to recall what had happened, clutching their heads, but their minds remained a blank.

Even their great-grandparents, who had always doted on them, punished them severely this time, showing no partiality whatsoever. Human ambition always festers in such extraordinary times; after all, people strive to climb higher, just as water flows downward.

"Sword Control? Impossible. He is only in the Qi Refining stage; there is definitely something wrong here," Du Wen thought, his fists clenched tight.

The capital had been filled with new and exotic attractions lately; it was said that a flower boat dock had appeared on the canal in the heart of the city.

For a split second, Xu Xing’s face turned bright red, but as he looked up, he saw the room number for Ji Chenyu’s suite.

When the shape of the world distorted to its limit, infinite power converged into a tide. Like something pulled by a black hole, it surged frantically toward the black sphere at the center.

Ye Yang stared blankly at the Yinglong avatar before him. Is this Chu Xiao? Is Chu Xiao really this strong? A cold light flashed as the avatar’s hands transformed into dragon claws, slashing straight at Ye Yang’s chest.

***

Exhausted, Jun Qianqian stood with her hands on her hips, nearly collapsing. She picked up her chopsticks, plucked a strand of noodles, and finally took a bite.

"Heimu Jia, lieutenant of the third battalion of the Black God Army," Heimu Jia declared. "Though I am defeated today, it will not have been in vain if I can take your head."

Feng Zhongxiao’s gaze remained fixed on the Blood Rain Sword, his eyes becoming dull. He shook his head several times, as if trying to clear his mind.

This left everyone present stunned. It was quite a while before anyone spoke again, each steadfast in their own convictions.

Dragon breath continued to lash out at the war beasts. Terror took hold as the constant explosions sent the monsters into a frenzy; they scattered, fleeing the searing attacks. Many goblins were trampled into paste in the chaos, and the pressure from the stone projectiles eased instantly.

Ran Tuo said, "Actually, that is not true. The void has a color." He waved his hand through the air, and a crystalline piece coalesced in his palm, shimmering with myriad colors like a diamond.

Was I supposed to tell him I am a useless commander who failed to secure a mission from the throne?

"It seems I must find a time to pass the inheritance to him," Jimo Ruxue murmured, her crimson lips parting slightly.

As everyone pondered this, Xue Jinshan walked to the portal and stopped, scrutinizing the two moss-covered stone platforms before it.

Wang Yixuan spoke to Old Fu for quite a while, but Tang Ka made no effort to listen. Firstly, he maintained the good habit of not eavesdropping; secondly, his mind was still occupied with the report to the Provincial Committee that Wang Yixuan had mentioned.

"Thank you." Fan Weiwei took the paper cup of apple juice, offered a polite word of thanks, and sipped the green drink through a straw. Her movements were elegant and gentle; any frame of her motion would have been a perfect picture.

Everyone followed the direction of Hua Nuyue’s finger. On the front of the Reincarnation Hall stood a platform seven feet higher than the ground, spanning about nine zhang in circumference.