Chapter 33

After Cao Cao returned to Xudu, he secretly suppressed some dissenters, especially those who opposed the reforms. These zombies killed anyone they encountered; no one who appeared before them escaped death.

Lu Fei suddenly became frenzied. When Han Shantong confronted him again, a wave of fear welled up inside him. He quickly ordered his men to surround Lu Fei while he directed from the sidelines.

In any case, whether it was the wheat ears or the hair, with the strange help of the "Golden Fertilizer," my skills greatly improved. I instantly became the strongest damage dealer among those present, sweeping through the endless MS army like a gale, leaving behind piles of metallic debris.

The sword sheath of the King’s Sword, Avalon, is the pinnacle work of the nature spirits, capable of severing the entire world’s treasure artifacts. Neither the Spirit Orb nor the Dragon Fist, even if I risked exhaustion and unconsciousness to wield the “Pangu of Yue” I learned from my fight with Accelerator, could likely pierce its defense.

Pei Yuanqing shouted loudly at the foot of the mountain. Zhu Wen’s patrol men had long climbed up to report this news to him. Shi Bao was hot-tempered; after being scolded by Pei Yuanqing, he couldn’t help but want to get up and descend the mountain to fight again, but Zhu Wen immediately stopped him.

If there were a ranking of the most difficult martial arts to master, the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill would definitely be near the top.

Chang Feng and Ming Jun walked toward her, clasped their hands in greeting, and then quietly stood aside, waiting to hear what their master uncle had to say.

The Five Tigers had actually noticed Lin Tian’s abnormality. Surviving under the blades of more than twenty henchmen was not something an ordinary person could achieve. Lin Tian’s body seemed impervious to injury, an outrage against natural order.

Sa Rengaowa dared not move. She never expected Shangguan Hao to be such an extreme person. If she provoked him, he would surely do something even more unimaginable.

But now, Zhao Feng frowned slightly. This Yang Lin, why was he so inefficient? Wasn’t he just leading troops? Why hadn’t he arrived yet?

Everyone below was watching, but no one could see the Dao Sovereign Seal, as it was neither lord nor deity. They only saw more colors above, emitting a compelling aura.

The Earth’s embryonic membrane, preserved since the birth of the primordial world, possessed extraordinary power, playing a tremendously strong role in repairing the ley lines.

Elementalists are a type of mage, but with a specialized focus. Compared to mages who crave magical power, they rely more on elements, thus surpassing mages in certain aspects.

Instantly understanding the critical point, Zhang Haotian hastily closed the connection channels between the Abbot’s ley lines and the primordial continent, unwilling to risk any further attempts.

The sixth contestant was Lihen Tian. Jiang Hai didn’t expect his skill to be so great that he waited so many rounds before stepping on stage. His endurance was impressive. Perhaps he was observing others’ strength, but what could he see? Except that he personally tested their power, anyone else could tell that the others had not given their all.

No one could see clearly, even those blessed with sacred artifacts or the likes of Zhikong and Pure Yang Zhenren. Yet all knew this man was undoubtedly a hegemon of his domain, judging by the aura he exuded.

“May I ask why my lord summoned Qu Yi? I heard Zhao Feng might still be alive?” Qu Yi asked.

Last year’s flood and the ongoing battles in the north had drained everyone’s mind and body. Now, the northern disaster relief efforts had begun. Orders to transfer grain southward came one after another. Whether these would be effectively implemented remained uncertain, but grain was already being transported northward from various places.

At home, Mu Ziyin worried about Kang Kang, who had fasted for days and surely could not endure it. She fed the last piece of sticky rice cake to the big white dog. Perhaps feeling relieved or hopeful for the future, Mu Ziyin did not feel hungry at all.

The warden, the captain of the guards, and the prison officers were all startled, their faces pale as they knelt on the ground, mistakenly thinking they had done something wrong.

Shen Xiujin sat on a black sofa. Before her was a large tank of piranhas, their sharp teeth hidden, seemingly harmless as they swam calmly through the aquatic plants.

Pan Wei was the acting prefect of Tainan Prefecture, recommended by Zhang Ruijin, awaiting the court’s formal appointment.

This was essentially a scheme by the Strange King to monitor the succession upheaval of Fengchan Temple and to spy on Liu Zhiyuan of the Later Han. Unexpectedly, within a few years, Liu’s faction was replaced by his subordinate Guo Wei.

Her elder brother, Gojo Makoto, was even more peculiar, rumored to be born bound by both heaven and curse, utterly devoid of any cursed energy.

“No need to worry; Brother Qi has his own way,” said Chen Minling, deeply concerned. Everyone immediately tried to comfort her, though they did not expect the Twelve Fiends of the Southern Wastes to intervene.

Everyone was surprised to see Hua Yun and Pan Jinlian, two sisters, walking hand in hand, stepping forward to greet the crowd.

Within the entire Canglang star system, although the Kaixuan Sect was no match for the Flying Star Sect’s fame, it was still one of the top five major forces. She did not believe this youth in the green robe had never heard of it.

“Uncle, this is a pill that replenishes qi and nourishes the spirit. Please take it first. It can help protect your spirit against malicious energy,” Qi Xuanyi said, handing the pill to Zhao Zixing.

“Ya’er, don’t worry. Uncle Mo is fine. I’ll take you all home first,” Lin Yu crouched down and lifted Mo Tianlong onto his back.