Chapter 23: Socks

Using a weapon meant for heaven-shattering battles to chop wood—if word of this got out, one could only imagine the expressions on the players' faces. Hua Yueling thought to himself, then returned to stand before Sister Alolin.

Although only the two of them were present in the palace when Feng summoned Ji Miao, parts of their conversation leaked out that very evening, even before Ji Miao had returned to the Shennong clan's quarters.

Had the news not spread from Emperor Yan’s mausoleum that they intended to capture Li Jing and the others alive to refine the blood-water they had consumed from their bodies, Li Jing’s group would never have held out this long.

Lin Xiyao hurriedly checked the divine power within her; it had already begun to solidify. Just how dense must it be to reach such a state?

While the vast grasslands had hindered Zhang Yan’s journey to the Western Regions, their sheer scale had its benefits—at the very least, they sustained countless tribes.

Now, in this tug-of-war with the royal family, they had clawed back a bit of ground thanks to a flash of insight from Ji Yi. The pressure that had been building since they left the capital, particularly over the last two days, finally found an outlet.

"This guy is definitely retaliating," Shangguan Jue thought indignantly, patting his chest. "He scared the life out of me!"

Having walked only a few steps, Rafia suddenly realized how impolite it was to leave without saying goodbye. She hurriedly turned back to offer a reminder to her friend.

Shrugging his shoulders, Hua Yueling hoisted the black shadow up and handed it to Alolin. During their conversation, Rivelo had remained silent, watching from the side. Fortunately, Hua Yueling and the others were long accustomed to her reactions and felt no surprise.

This made it appear to those outside that there were fifty thousand men, when in reality, including Xiahou Dun’s original vanguard of five thousand, there were only thirty thousand in the camp.

It was likely that the Jiangnan Army would only need a few charges to crush them completely. As the sounds of slaughter echoed through the town, the crisp, rhythmic thud of the Jiangnan Army’s unique iron-shod hooves against the earth had already engulfed the entire town.

"You! Chu Haoran, I’ll fight you to the death today!" Bai Feifei cried, lunging at Chu Haoran.

Five minutes later, the door to the "secret room" finally opened from the inside. Sa, having finished changing, controlled her facial expressions as best she could to present the sweetest smile possible.

Magic power transformed into an orderly "net" that wrapped around his legs. Though it was the most basic reinforcement magic, it was enough for Kiritsugu’s legs to withstand a much more powerful burst of force.

Zhong Yue’s eyes grew moist. Tears of a man who rarely wept filled his sockets. A look of gratified relief rested on his face, though his lips trembled, unable to form a sound.

Watching Yu Hao rush excitedly toward the refrigerator, Tong En took a deep breath to steady herself and began preparing a homemade chocolate milkshake.

The advancement of True Immortal cultivators is incredibly slow; often, a single rank requires ten thousand years to achieve. Furthermore, the higher one climbs, the harder it becomes to progress, as True Power is a force beyond the universe, and absorbing and refining it for one's own use is no simple task.

"President Huang, there is one more thing: this software cannot be copied," Zhu Xiaoming said hurriedly.

Seeing the pillar of light, Xiao Shaoze felt an inexplicable agitation and a sense of impending danger. He hurriedly commanded the Fire God Temple to lower its shield, which enveloped and protected him.

The black shadow twisted in the air before landing. As its two massive black pincers danced, Xiao Shaoze finally saw its true form: it was a giant black scorpion.

"I’m going to sing two songs today," Rong Guanguan said, holding up two fingers and looking at Rong Li with anticipation.

"If you want to thank me, stay here and protect these villagers. That way, you won't have to wander anymore," Yezang said, handing the wrist guards to Zabuza.

Xie Qingyun felt a warmth in his heart upon hearing this. Old Nie made it sound easy, but everyone knew that searching for the Extreme Yang Flower was a life-threatening endeavor. If it were the soldier king of years past, he might have been able to protect himself, but the current Old Nie would likely face countless dangers and might risk his life in vain.

The G organization was strictly structured, divided into Heaven, the Divine Realm, and the Holy Temple. Irina’s British Holy Temple was affiliated with the Atlantis Divine Realm.

A desolate smile played on her lips. She could only laugh at herself in bitterness, slowly closing her eyes. Her long hair danced in the seawater as her hands dropped limply to her sides.

By this point, even the marauders had completely lost their will to fight. However, their loss of morale did not manifest as a surrender on the spot like Blue Beard’s; instead, they launched a desperate, suicidal counterattack against the *Throne* and the *Aurora*.

Five Directions Daoist walked up to Chen Hao and stared at him closely, observing that there was no dense demonic aura on him, only traces lingering on the surface. He must have had some contact with a demon clan.

She had planned how to seduce someone from their very first meeting, and in the end, she was even thinking about getting a hotel room! Was she really that impatient?

"Go and bring him to me. Remember, I want him alive!" After Blood Shadow spoke, Wusheng vanished from the spot, chasing after the location of Liang Qizheng.

Yet, to his surprise, his DMO coach was lenient to such an extent, and the deep care revealed in his words left him speechless.

Now that he was at his elder brother and sister-in-law's home, the situation with his three daily meals was the exact opposite; every dish was a delight to the palate.