Chapter 30: Han Xin vs. Xiang Yu

Wang Chen swung himself onto his horse and declared, "The stability of Liaodong depends on you all. The empire is rising, and I hope you will leave a legacy that stands the test of time. We must never let our descendants point at us in reproach, claiming that we were so incompetent that we could not even defend our nation's borders." With that, he spurred his horse and rode off, the main force following closely behind.

In the starry firmament, succession has always been passed to disciples rather than biological heirs. Thus, the lineages of the Fairy Queen and the Demon Queen have always enjoyed high status, but to have any hope of ascending to the position of Holy King, one must be accepted as a disciple by the Ghost Emperor.

Ye Lin looked calmly at the Master of the Ethereal Mansion. "I appreciate your good intentions, Master, but since the Second Prince and I returned to the Zhao family of Miaojiang together, I have already prepared for the worst."

The deeper one ventured, the denser the forest became. If one were not careful, it was easy for the branches to tear one's clothes.

This night was destined to be turbulent. The noble families who had just fled back were suppressed once more. Though there was no slaughter, they were all taken into custody. Wang Chen was no longer interested in reasoning with these people. If he tried to reason with them and they chose to play with knives, then perhaps if he played with knives, they might finally be willing to listen to reason.

Dova understood this clearly, so he did not hide anything from Yang Chi and laid the whole matter bare.

Early on the third morning, Mu Yan arrived at the office to review the recent performance reports, waiting for Zhu Chen to appear. Yet, half-past nine had passed, and there was still no sign of him.

It is unknown what transpired between them, but Old Bai, who raised the Chuanwu, ended up dying in Luzhou and has now been buried in the hills behind the Ghost King Temple.

They knew the strength of Monk Chenchi, yet even he could not evade Sword Thirteen. This, from one perspective, illustrates just how terrifying a presence Ye Lin, at the peak of the Shenxiao Realm, truly is.

This barrage of insults included Ma Daoqiang as well, but he dared not retort. After all, the one berating him was his most respected elder brother; he would not talk back to him, no matter what.

My focus was naturally on Master Wukong and Abbess Jing’an. Master Wukong followed a path of masculine vigor, while Abbess Jing’an followed a path of ultimate softness. Hardness and softness restrained one another, and their duel was so evenly matched that the spectacle was truly magnificent.

Dragon Wolf nodded. It walked over to the demon, waved a sharp claw, and the demon's two horns fell to the ground.

"Sigh, there is no helping it. When you encounter such an opponent, you cannot help but overthink. Every time I meet him, I feel he is unfathomable, and every step is fraught with peril," Gao Sheng remarked.

The iceberg collapsed completely, countless tiny ice crystals shattering like an eggshell and scattering across the surrounding earth as a fierce cold current swept through the entire area.

Because the door had been newly installed that day by the management office itself, the office retained a spare key. The police went to the office, obtained the key, and rushed to the middle-aged woman's home. Yet, just a second before they opened the door, they could still hear movement inside.

The surrounding audience held immense expectations, and naturally, betting on the outcome was inevitable.

The fourth was Cheng Bing. The feelings for Cheng Bing had entered quietly, slipping in entirely without Le Fan’s anticipation.

After a morning of bloody battle, both sides suffered heavy casualties. In front of the positions and at the village entrance, the ground was littered with the corpses of Japanese soldiers and Yunnan troops. The surrounding soil, soaked with blood, had turned into a mire. The entire village was leveled, the walls blackened by artillery fire.

Retreating far from the still-trembling stone mountain—at least until they were outside the range of the snake pit—was the only way to be relatively safe. Glancing around, I felt a shiver of dread. There was no snake pit to be found; the snakes had long since fled, leaving behind only a few carcasses crushed by falling rocks.

"Teacher Lin Feng! Ask away! As long as I, Miao, know something, I will tell you everything without reservation!" Knowing Lin Feng would not kill him, Miao Lijie relaxed slightly and spoke candidly.

He looked pale. Large beads of sweat dripped down, turning into crystalline droplets that vanished into the vast starry sky in an instant.

As he spoke, Chu Yiyun could not help but glance at the ground. Honestly, although this flesh-like floor felt soft in the way that meat does, the sensation was truly disgusting—just imagine the feeling of stepping on a massive slab of raw meat.

Hearing Chen Fei’s words, everyone was reminded of a fact: they were no longer in the outside world, but within the Divine Realm. This strange spatial artifact caused such massive time distortions, and the spiritual energy here was so dense that it was more than enough to improve one's cultivation.

Blue, surging life energy poured once more into Luo Li’s weak, exhausted body, beginning to nourish and transform her battered frame.

Cao Cao could not quite understand. He had heard that their relationship had once been as close as brothers. Was it possible that he wanted to eliminate him simply because the other party would no longer help him, all to cut off an arm for Chong'er?

"The peak of Great Perfection?" Zhang Zhang felt a slight sense of longing. He wondered how far he still was from his master, the Young Noble, and when he might reach that level himself.

"So, it was he who sealed the old master of the Alchemy Sect in the back mountain," Da Wuhui said, watching the shifting expressions of the Danyang Sect disciples.

Everyone knew that in such a situation, by the time he woke up again, Lin Jiaren and the others would be gone.

"Then when will you two truly have an intersection?" Chi Han, not wanting to hear any more rambling, asked the core question directly.

However, an accident occurred while transferring the merchants out of that world; two new interfaces popped up.

Her gaze fell upon Chen Fei, and even that face, cold as an iceberg, seemed to reveal a faint smile, as dazzling and beautiful as starlight suddenly flickering in the night sky.

If Mother were to truly find out about this and were begged to let Huo Chang'an go, she certainly would not allow it.

The massive boulder was majestic, standing a hundred feet high atop the mountain peak, bathed in the sun and moon, far more solid than one could imagine.

Qin Suxin stepped onto the viewing platform, her eyes scanning the surroundings as if searching for something. The entire venue fell silent the moment she appeared; the young talents stared at the beauty on the stage as if they were looking at an peerless secret manual.

Huo Yanchuan was burning with rage. Seeing that there was no hope of admitting defeat or backing down, he simply threw down his wooden staff and ran.

"Have you inquired about the temperament of this Tuoba Lin?" Xiang Ao asked with a frown. Although Shoujiang City was nestled in the mountains, the Yin Mountains were devoid of forests, making them more suitable for cavalry warfare. Furthermore, the Xianbei were all cavalry; based on the military intelligence, it appeared that Xiang Ao and his men lacked sufficient strength to assault the city.