Volume 1, Chapter 47: The Flames of War

Although the battle had temporarily come to an end, Lu Yunduan did not dare to relax in the slightest. He immediately summoned his generals and began deploying the upcoming defensive measures.

"Everyone," Lu Yunduan scanned the assembly, his voice steady and powerful, "although we have temporarily repelled Li Cheng, he will certainly not let the matter rest. We must prepare ourselves for a protracted war."

Zhao Yuncheng nodded in agreement, "Lord Lu is right. We should take this opportunity to reinforce the city's defenses and replenish our food supplies."

Lu Yunduan turned to Yang Xiuwen, "General Yang, please take charge of reinforcing the city defenses. Focus especially on strengthening the gates and vulnerable areas."

Yang Xiuwen cupped his fists and replied, "This subordinate obeys. I will personally supervise to ensure nothing goes wrong—"

Thus, while Feng Manor appeared peaceful on the surface, it was actually a perilous trap. Once you stepped inside, you might never be able to leave again.

"I only know that if I don't go, you will be sad. Therefore, for your sake, any other danger is simply not worth mentioning!" Chen Hao's reply was so nonchalant and breezy, as if even if the Xue family estate were a mountain of blades and a sea of fire, he would still charge in and fight to the death for Liu Yuexi.

At that time, the entire Yangtze River was blockaded by the Overseas Dragon Clan, a problem that could by no means be resolved simply by relying on ships.

However, this did not mean she approved of "violence." As far as she was concerned, as long as it was for the purpose of saving lives, resorting to a little bit of violence was still acceptable.

The heavy burden ultimately fell upon Xu Moqian. If he were to remain silent and ask no questions at this moment, then perhaps today's negotiation would have no need to proceed further.

Not only were they selected from among millions of devout believers and commoners for their utmost loyalty and piety, but every single devotee also required the expenditure of divine power to be shaped by the deity.

Hua Kuang, situated in the basement, seemed to sense Chen Hao's anxiety. After giving his assent, he devoted his entire mind to researching the machinery and no longer conversed with Chen Hao.

Seeing that Yoona and Seohyun were let off so easily, Sooyoung touched her own back with the back of her hand with a grievance-filled expression. Yet this could hardly be blamed on anyone else; who told her to be so unlucky as to choose a seat closest to Jessica? She could only pout and nurse her anger in silence.

"Uesegi Kagenobu, castellan of栖吉 Castle of the Uesegi clan, is here! Shimotsuma Raijun, Sugiura Genren, I shall take your heads myself!" Leading a hundred mounted samurai of his personal guard, Uesegi Kagenobu was the first to arrive at the main camp of the Ikkō-ikki forces.

"Yes." The attendant picked up Zhu Cilang. Before he even had time to walk out of the hall doors, a fierce-looking man strode in with large strides and said, "Military counselor, it's bad!" He glanced sideways at the coffin, then looked at the blood at the corner of Shang Kuchang's mouth, and took a step back.

What was gone was already gone; he could only use the rest of his life to treat Xing'er well, to protect her, to take care of her, yet solely could he no longer continue to love her.

She had made up her mind. The big fox still cared quite a bit about this matter, and if she had to explain it every single time like this... just thinking about it was terrifying.

Yun Mi was thoroughly entangled in conflicting thoughts. Just as he was pondering, he suddenly heard a sound of the sky being torn apart overhead. Looking up, he saw a dark shadow streak directly across above him.

Song Zilin, walking out of the ward, and Yin Xi, stepping out of the infirmary after having his wounds treated, both froze in place together.

Long Hao's voice was not loud, but neither did he deliberately suppress it. Naturally, with the cultivation levels of those elders from the Heavenly God Palace, they heard it with absolute clarity.

They fought fiercely and inconsolably, shattering the heavens and earth. Several surrounding stellar regions were swept into the chaos; the heavens collapsed and the earth ruptured, with no way of knowing how many planets were destroyed and how many suns dimmed from that moment on.

Returning to the house where Mi Siying lived, Chen Feng was about to say something, but halfway through his sentence, Ruan Jingji's voice rang out, interrupting him. Hearing those words, both Chen Feng and Mi Siying shifted their gazes toward him.

The next moment, President Wang and the other three nodded in shock and agreement. Chen Feng was a cultivator in the Dao, and the mere aura he released was enough to scare President Wang and the others nearly to the point of pissing their pants.

Du Zhi smiled, lifted his eyes to look at her, and said, "Miss Wei, old man is saying, since Miss Wei knows he is the son of the Du family, and I am your father's mortal enemy, why did you still choose my family's Cheng'er?"

Li Jingzhen was a middle-aged man in his fifties with graying temples at both sides. He wore traditional bright yellow Tang-style martial arts practice trousers, and even in this season, his upper body remained clad in short sleeves. His thick arms were exposed, bulging with solid knots of muscle, giving him an extremely athletic and robust appearance.

However, to Liu Chang's surprise, Gold didn't even bother to sniff the shredded chicken. The moment it saw the meat, it immediately averted its head to the side.

The Li family had a heritage spanning nearly a thousand years, and the ancestral tablets enshrined in the ancestral hall were more than ordinary in number, forming rows that extended all the way to the walls.

No one in the world could have imagined that the Patriarch Token desired by everyone in the Baili family was not within the Baili clan, nor by Baili Hai's side, but rather with Baili Qianmu and in Leng Feng's hands.

However, good times do not last long. The explosive sales situation was like a flash in the pan, abruptly stalling with the sudden fury of a fierce storm.

Fortunately I do not know the Somersault Cloud, otherwise I might have somersaulted right out of the Earth. Qin Ye muttered inwardly to himself, feeling somewhat fortunate that he did not possess Sun Wukong's Somersault Cloud technique.

Facing the Profound Master, Zhang Shui grew braver the more he fought, not falling behind in the least. His eyes grew increasingly excited, and while fighting, he actually took out the wine gourd from his storage ring, uncorked it, and took a couple of swallows.

"About sixty percent," replied the captain of the Anbu squad behind him. According to his observation, that was roughly the number of ninjas willing to submit to his leadership.

This was because the spiritual treasure had not yet fully formed and could not lock in this fluctuation. The stronger this fluctuation was, the more it indicated that the final spiritual treasure would be all the more powerful.

Zhou Xing walked straight over to the dining table, opened several takeout containers one by one, snapped apart a pair of disposable chopsticks, and began eating on his own.

Yoto was now particularly sensitive to laughter, especially laughter containing such complacency. However, since it was his Great Khan laughing heartily, Yoto dared not say anything and could only slightly turn his face away to soothe the displeasure in his heart.

During this brief process, the Beast King finally completed its breakthrough. The changes involved were so bizarre that even the Beast King itself found them extremely strange. After all, cultivating in the starry sea, how could the process of breaking through be so easy?

My heart was extremely agitated. The Nightmare Knight harmed people without any inevitable order; since the path of Xu Xueming did not work out, it had simply altered the memories of his parents directly.

"How does the master of the Du Gymnasium have the leisure to come to this old man's place?" Looking at this middle-aged man, Qin Zhengyang smiled.

She did not want to feign frailty, leaving her with only a single method—cater to his preferences. Since ancient times, only this tactic had proven effective every single time.