Chapter Forty-Six

“Only.” Zhuang Wudi was already drenched in sweat, as this was his responsibility. He should have noticed earlier that the carriage was falling behind.

“These are our evaluation results. According to the organizing committee’s requirements, we have identified one grand prize winner, ten first prize winners, fifty second prize winners, and one hundred fifty third prize winners.” After notarization, the third-party evaluation agency announced the results.

“You are mistaken. I was not created by Huateng Group, but by the Father God. Therefore, I obey only the commands of the Father God and the few divine mothers. You presumptuous people cannot command me.”

“Think of me as a general of the great Han cavalry—when the Xiongnu were not yet defeated and there was no place to call home, how could I possibly entangle with these barbarian women?”

Especially Jidou’s final blaze that consumed the dyeing workshop; it burned away sins and life itself, intending to tell the audience that even if dawn has not yet arrived, the first light of morning has broken, and everything will come to an end.

“Emperor! What are we to do now?” Although Han Fei deeply desired the grand formation, he found it difficult to accept it. After all, he still harbored some resentment over how Ying Zheng had forcefully subdued him.

‘Swish...!’ The Ying Division, Xiang Division, Yangxia Division, and Yue Division all turned left simultaneously at a distance of two hundred paces from the Qin army’s formation. The Ying and Xiang Divisions executed the maneuver with practiced precision—the turning, stepping, even the clash of spears against armor was perfectly synchronized—while the Yangxia and Yue Divisions appeared disorganized.

On this day, radio and television stations frequently reported the latest stock market developments, creating a tense atmosphere. The Dow Jones Industrial Average plunged 508 points, a drop exceeding 20%, marking the largest single-day decline in the United States in over a century.

At the very moment Ji Hao was undergoing his tribulation, all the heavenly-level giant gates within the Starry Great World began moving covertly.

Behind Yu Xian, the bar graph counting votes soared rapidly, shooting up to fifty thousand votes.

“Weren’t you once like me?” Su Xuan chuckled lightly and then sat beside her. She untied the rope from her hands and also unlocked her acupoints. Earlier, she had tied her up out of necessity while going out to find food.

Of course, the flames around Guandu were quite conspicuous, so Li Tong and the others could somewhat discern silhouettes, and it was because of this that Xiahou Yuan spotted Li Tong and company.

“By the way, don’t you find it strange? Why doesn’t the realm that has surpassed the continent’s capacity bring down heavenly punishment?” the man in white asked.

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When the arrow rain fell, not only the forcibly conscripted but even the horses under their command grew fearful. After all, many corpses had appeared before these horses, accompanied by the stench of blood, directly agitating the animals and causing them to hesitate and slow their charge.

Han Ruxu said, “Enough, you’ve said so much about your affairs that I know them by heart. Now come help me solve my problem.”

Seeing this object, even Cheng Long and the other gentlemen, usually indifferent to cosmetics, were astonished and silently admired Li Yang’s generosity.

Several dozen men from nearby households rushed out, but the attackers were no amateurs. Against their outdated gear, the enemy’s sophisticated modern equipment and ruthless killing methods made their efforts laughable.

“Thief! Prepare to die!” Leng Yuehan trembled with rage, let out a fierce roar, lightly tapped the ground, and leapt toward Su Dingfang, thrusting a fierce sword strike.

“Impossible. No one who tries to kill me can leave my hands alive,” Zi Ling Tian said as he extinguished the cigarette butt and shook his head.

Jun Puyu smiled slightly. In the few seconds without any movement from him, Ai Suixin feared her goodwill would be rejected.

“It’s alright. No matter the outcome, I support you. By the way, if you’re raising funds, do you have any plans or arrangements?” Jun Puyu asked.

The events at the South City military camp sent shockwaves through the Chinese martial arts world—such an impact was almost nuclear in scale.

Just as Cheng Fei and Situ Qing grew suspicious, a voice rang out.

Many who endured immense suffering and lost consciousness would forget what had happened prior to fainting.

“What, what are you doing? I’m a good citizen! You can’t use private punishment!” Bound on the rack, Chen San’s face turned paler, sweat pouring down his forehead as he shouted at the guards, yet dared not look at Wei Jiuli.

That innate human cruelty—where one’s own suffering cannot be borne, nor can others’ be tolerated—grew ever more rampant in the dark shadows.

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Yulin Ling and Feng Lichuan exchanged glances. Naturally, they had seen the Ancient Emperor’s Sword before, but what puzzled them was that the Lishi serpent recognized Chi Huo.

She wanted to shirk the task, but many things Brother Yang didn’t even know. Even if curious and extracted, the methods of collection were flawed and utterly wasteful.

“The clinical data during the development of the potion—if the data supports its efficacy, I will never question this matter again, nor doubt you. Our wedding shall proceed as scheduled today. But if you deceive me, then consider this wedding never to have taken place,” An Chujian said as she picked up her younger sister to leave.

A surge of vitality flooded her body. Fuyao’s condition improved noticeably as she took deep breaths of energy, healing her sword wounds.

In any case, Malfurion was right in one aspect: for the entire former Kal’dorei and the Night Elf race, the best way to endure forever was to completely avoid learning or accepting magic.

Although Cenarius had not fully recovered, he already knew the scenes before him were illusions—all he saw was falsehood.

Jiang Cheng thought to himself that with the Mighty Tiger Sect resolved, dealing with the Iron Fist Sect would be a mere matter of time. Happy days were on their way! Just then, his bracelet rang. Jiang Cheng was shocked—please, let it not be Sheng Li, and definitely not Li Shengli!

Inside, there was no foul odor as expected, nor could it be called a restroom; it was just an ordinary room. On the left side stood two coffins, and against the right wall was a row of black bamboo tubes.

Of course, the world’s timeline had long diverged from that of the game world. The Barov family, having fallen alongside the Agamand family, had long since exited the political stage of Lordaeron.

“There’s contact. A telegram was sent early this morning, but there was no response! I’m afraid we must make a trip there,” Han Biao said.

Hua Tou was troubled. Now hearing that Yanran wanted to meet their leader, wasn’t this a relief for him? So he nodded earnestly and immediately took Ruo Yanran and Baldi up to the rooftop elevator.