Chapter 61

Those rows of time-worn, battered armor and weapons, along with the heads and specimens of ferocious beasts, were the best testament to a family's illustrious military achievements.

Seeing that even this group could not take down someone who was merely smiling, Zhuo Daotao hardened his heart, waved his hand, and gave the order, "Attack together!"

With a step, Jiang Xiao strode forward as spatial ripples shimmered around him. By the time his step landed, he was already outside the world barrier of the Purple Spirit Continent.

"I'm fine, just a bit weak in the body, I'll be better in a few days! How are you? This must have worried you sick, I'm sorry!" Zheng Xichen returned to her usual composure, offering him a faint smile.

Upon hearing this name, the team members' expressions were a mix of excitement and confusion. They didn't have much of a concept for what kind of organization this was. However, one thing was certain: this was a sharp blade that penetrated deep behind enemy lines, plunging fiercely into the enemy's heart.

"He probably didn't know that his own mole was actually his former captain. If he had known, he definitely would have come. The soldiers I brought up still have some attachment to me after all," Xue Hao said proudly.

Following this blow, he collided with the flying mushroom just the same, enduring the blood that threatened to spray out once more and the agonizing sensation that his entire body's bones were about to shatter. He slowly stood up, urging the residual dragon true qi within his body to force its way outward through his flesh, displaying the powerful outward manifestation of the dragon true qi inside him.

Another yellow-faced elder sneered as he spoke, his gaze toward Yao Muchen filled with disdain and coldness. He sensed that the man before him had a cultivation fluctuation of only the mid-stage Great Perfection of the Transforming Spirit Realm. Such a cultivation level was utterly insignificant among the inner sect disciples of the Cold Moon Sect; any random inner sect disciple could step on him.

With a solemn expression and bizarre footwork, resembling a human-shaped snake, Zuo Yifan circled to Jiang Wan's right side, launching a snake punch from an unimaginable angle toward Jiang Wan.

Facing such a massive crowd of refugees, guns and bullets were completely useless, yet the unassuming fire truck played a miraculous role at this critical moment.

A chilling laugh came from the side, instantly drawing the gaze of every Greek hero.

As a result, a mere one-kilometer journey turned Wang Qiang into an outright tour guide. He chattered endlessly along the way, explaining everything to Ergou until his mouth ran completely dry.

Wang Qiang leaned against the head of the bed, finding as comfortable a sitting posture as possible, and laid out everything he knew and everything he intended to do.

This was that unique adventurous spirit of cultivators. Very often, even when you know there might be immense danger, you simply refuse to consider those things... Perhaps, this could also be called greed.

Faced with such sudden and righteous accusations, An Yi suddenly felt there was nothing to argue about.

The door to the imperial private room was pushed open, and a middle-aged man reeking of alcohol and sporting a beer belly barged right in, looking gloomy.

These past few months of bitter cultivation of the Wood-Fostering True Qi and the Dragon-Elephant Fist technique had made Jiang Wan's foundation even more solid. This way, even if transcendental points were no longer available in the future, he would still have a way to cultivate bitterly on his own and step by step reach the pinnacle.

"It wasn't because Commander Chen told me to come. I just happened to be passing through FJ City on a mission and got press-ganged into service by Commander Chen. Anyway, since everything is fine now, I'll be leaving first. Feel free to look me up in DB City if you have time later," Ye Fusheng said as he stood up and left.

"Then do you have money?" Six of Hearts asked sternly. It had to come down to comparing wealth, because Six of Hearts knew that the Tie family had no one of great wealth or nobility.

If the Zhou family wanted to rise again, this position of giant elder had to be secured. As for whether he could eventually replace Sikong Bo and become the Grand Elder of the True Martial Hall, that was a matter for the distant future. At least for Zhou Feng, the number of years he would need to advance to the Supreme Realm was still an unknown variable for the time being.

Unyielding, Wang Rong picked up the handgun once more. Fang Yun stepped forward to teach him, but was rebuffed. Wang Rong simply refused to believe he couldn't master this contraption.

Who among those present didn't want to leave a good impression on Old Master Hong? Old Master Hong held significant clout before the Sovereign, and a single word from him could save these people decades of struggle.

"This... I remember the Xuanwu is a turtle, right? That's not a very good reputation," Zhao Tiezhu said with a chuckle.

Wang Rong, who was in the middle of cultivation, twitched his ears slightly. Then, his whole body shuddered, and the protective barrier around him was instantly retracted into his body.

The sound of gongs echoed across the battlefield, and the coalition soldiers retreated like a tide, while the Xilang army garrisoned at Hulao Pass breathed a sigh of relief. This batch of coalition forces was truly ferocious, placing immense pressure upon them.

Tan Qian opened the door for us. Upon entering, we saw Tan Qian's father sitting on the sofa with his head drooping, still smoking a cigarette. Tan Qian's mother was glaring fiercely at him, with a shattered glass cup lying by her foot.

"Yelling arrogantly before the Heaven's Pride Rank, completely lacking in manners." At this moment, a somewhat sarcastic voice reached my ears.

Thinking along these lines, his deduction from that day was further confirmed. Even Mo Lianyi—only she would be so anxious to obtain the Immortality Bug to brew the antidote for Helian Chi.

Long live the Empress, ten thousand years for the Emperor... Could the person in this grand hall be the supreme ruler of the mortal realm?

Helian Chi affectionately flicked the tip of Mo Lianyi's nose, completely ignoring Murong Yan'er, who was still wailing on the ground.