26 Five Years Later

"My lord’s kindness is boundless; even if I were to be ground to dust, it would not repay a ten-thousandth of your grace!" Gao Lan’s eyes turned red, and hot tears streamed down his cheeks. He bowed his head heavily, striking it against the ground three times with a resonant thud.

The battle turned fierce the moment it began. Both sides were elites, seasoned veterans of countless conflicts. The mercenaries held the advantage in numbers and the momentum of a surprise attack, while the National Army, acting as defenders, relied on the strategic terrain. With the command post at Manxingdie just a short distance behind them, they had no path of retreat—only the choice to hold their ground.

That night, she dreamed he was pierced by ten thousand arrows, left lying in a pool of blood and trampled by countless horses. She woke up crying in agony.

"Damn it, am I being mentally manipulated by Mei Fang? Why do I always feel like she’s watching us from the window?" Guo Jing glanced uneasily toward Mei Fang’s bedroom.

He struggled to keep his thoughts from drifting toward football, desperately widening his eyes as he scanned the room for anything to occupy his mind.

Ti Hai said, "What is so difficult about driving these monsters away? Just stand aside and watch as I handle these things."

I nodded. Indeed, although it was only a one-level difference, it felt like the vast chasm between heaven and earth. I had experienced this truth firsthand.

"Damn it... why the hell won't you die!?" Yue Xiang couldn't help but curse. This freak was far harder to deal with than any zombie he had seen in the movies; no matter how he attacked, it wouldn't die. It seemed that only burning it to ashes or hacking it into pieces would do the trick.

Yue Xiang had no confidence in these tasks. His original plan was to train them in defending the city walls; now, not only did he lack the skill, but he also felt that even if he could teach them, it would be pointless.

However, Liu Heng was only a novice in wielding his supernatural powers. The combo he used was learned from the military and was far from refined. The ninjas, on the other hand, had crawled out of piles of corpses. Within ten exchanges, Liu Heng’s skin was already slashed by a kunai.

Nightmare had always considered himself a good person, so he could not accept such a reason. He glared at her, the air around him distorting, ready to kill her at any moment.

"So, will we return to the Dragon Language Mountains after this?" Luo Yi thought about the map drawn by Yun Xixi. There were still several locations they needed to visit, all situated on the snowy mountains. The Winter Festival, marking the shift toward winter on the Falling Leaf Continent, was approaching soon. If it got too cold, traveling to those places would become problematic.

At this moment, under the control of a strange program, Yang Tian’s hands were still performing various gestures at high speed.

But Yang Lan felt a lingering sense of discomfort. Still, she was not one to hold a grudge blindly; after moping over the matter for a day or two, she let it go.

*Slap.* Ling Xiao nearly collapsed, his chopsticks clattering to the ground as his mouth twitched violently.

Jiang Lin was angrier than ever before. This was truly a case of forgetting the pain once the wound had healed, and he immediately rejected the demands of the Heavenly Dao consciousness of the Huaxia Realm.

That was why, when Zhou Lili suggested performing the "Marionette" dance, she had agreed, despite her face burning with embarrassment.

As his abilities gradually increased, Chen Mo didn't like the constant trouble in reality, but if someone brought trouble to his doorstep, he wouldn't let them off easily.

What Li Bin hadn't expected was that although the Black Tortoise Holy Beast’s cultivation was not low, the purity of the true energy within its body was worlds apart from his own. It would be difficult to find another person in the entire universe who could refine their internal energy to a purity higher than the primordial essence of the cosmos, as Li Bin had.

And this body... why did it feel like it didn't belong to him just now? Why... was he unable to control his own limbs?

She had set off immediately upon receiving the letter from Murong Qiqi. Tuoba Liancheng was deeply surprised by this, yet he said nothing.

This illness was not incurable, but the only person in the world who could treat it was Chen Mo, a doctor without a license. Would he treat someone like Li Jun? He was no saint, nor was he a moralizing physician; he was currently just waiting to watch the show.

Although it was merely a remnant soul of the Sixth Heavenly Demon King from years ago, the residual arrogance it possessed was still beyond what ordinary people could imagine.

"After you have earned enough money from your cousin Berezov, how do you plan to revive the Doke family?" she repeated the question.

Qiqi was shaken by his words, her heart thrown into disarray. If she couldn't get married in the future, he would marry her... Was it because of his rudeness toward her just now, and he felt responsible?

He had only brought sixty thousand troops this time. If he were to push through Japan, even if his new Korean army could defeat the Japanese forces, occupying the entire country would likely take several years. He did not have that much time.

Jian Dongming and the others exchanged glances. Taking advantage of the fact that no one was watching, they quietly took out masks and put them on. At that moment, the cultivator had already opened the jade box. A crimson jade bottle, appearing to be crafted entirely from coral, stood silently inside, and a pungent, bloody stench immediately wafted out.

The terrain of the Medicine King Valley alone was enough to inspire awe, not to mention the other unknown dangers lurking within.

A beautiful young woman leading a five-year-old boy made for a truly comical sight.

Poxiao couldn't help but frown. Why were the commoners running outside the city? Furthermore, there were no guards at the city gates, and the scene was in utter chaos.

After the Second Bianliang Arbitration, the Jin Kingdom agreed to withdraw from Bianliang and return the capital of the Song Dynasty to them.

Ouyang looked at the boy emerging from the shadows, his expression shifting imperceptibly as a flash of surprise crossed his eyes.