Chapter 26

Upon hearing this news, Luo Cheng and Luo Wu could not help but feel a wave of relief. Since Chen Pojun had not come in person and brought only twenty thousand troops, they felt confident that they could hold the fortress.

"I can give you at most 1.2 million troops." Chang Ruiqing shook his head slightly. The Ministry of National Defense had been quietly preparing for the Second World War for some time now. While mobilizing for war naturally required expanding the military, they could not fully commit to such an expansion without knowing the exact date the war would break out.

In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Xiao Wen was already able to exude transparent Daoist energy from the main trunk, branches, and tips of his Dao foundation. Within another short while, that transparent energy completely devoured his previous Fire Secret Art essence.

This truly caused Yang Guang immense pain. To lose such a loyal and capable general so suddenly was devastating; just as he had said, another pillar of the Great Sui had collapsed.

Wugou felt a surge of pride upon hearing Chen Pojun’s words, feeling more certain than ever that her initial judgment of him had been correct.

What puzzled Bu Jingyun the most was that although he had lost consciousness after being affected by the "Heart-Wrenching Melody," upon waking, he found that while his strength had not yet returned, no one had seemingly taken the opportunity to seal his energy gates while he was out.

When the ministers in the palace heard of Chen Ke-fu’s intention to mobilize troops south to reinforce Jiangdu, they began to whisper among themselves, creating a wave of commotion.

However, the true power of a divine manual can only be understood through practice, which made Chen Dao actually prefer this method.

The vast grasslands are also known as the Sea of Grass. Traveling through this sea is no different from navigating a ship across an ocean; it is extremely easy to lose one's way. Just as sailing the ocean requires an experienced captain, traversing the great grasslands requires a seasoned guide.

Aike gave a small laugh and then lowered his head. Being recognized here was indeed an awkward situation.

"Isn't it just like that? It's like a daily stage play, and one can watch the show without even buying a ticket." Qu You stood up, a playful glint flashing in her bright phoenix eyes.

"Alright, don't overthink it. Your mother has been worried sick about what happened today. Go check on her first; I still have to work on a plan!" Seeing my bitter expression, Boss Xia tapped me on the head and said.

Lin Xiaomo found Mo Yitian’s repressed look of unfulfilled desire both amusing and pitiful, with a touch of cuteness.

Thinking this, his mood improved significantly. By the time he reached the room where the group was being held, he personally taught a few of them a lesson to vent his inner excitement, leaving the rest to Wu Yong. In the end, those seven were left bruised and battered, their skin torn and bloody.

"This courtyard is quite beautiful. I imagine you must have put a great deal of effort into it!" Linghui pulled her hand back unobtrusively and walked slowly to the window.

Gu Qingyun rarely saw Mistress Zhao, as she seldom frequented the school in the front courtyard. Seeing her solemn expression now, she only offered a few polite words to the three of them before turning her gaze away, never to look at them again.

Since An Huan had suddenly appeared at my house back then and given me a stack of documents, he must have intended for this all along. I might as well just do as he wished.

"It's all the night air; I can't see clearly." Mu Qingge shook her head, withdrew her gaze, and looked toward Si Mo.

As soon as she spoke, the other elders panicked. They scrambled to pledge their loyalty, and the hall erupted into chaos.

Su Zeyan nodded upon hearing this. Now that they had opened their hearts to one another, she would certainly understand him—and with a bit of a shameless streak, she supported him.

"With an eight-times scope, I can see the seventh leg of a fly clearly, let alone the mall across the street. How do you think I saw it?" Zheng Qiang said, spouting nonsense.

Zheng Qiang looked at the three of them. Chen Jiaju was the most severely wounded, having been shot five or six times. His bulletproof vest was covered in dried blood, yet the guy was still as lively as ever, seemingly unable to die.

At this moment, inside a hollow cave on an extraterrestrial planet, a powerful aura suddenly erupted, extinguishing all signs of life within a thousand miles.

Xue Gang truly could not understand it; he had sent many messages on Penguin, but they had all disappeared like stones cast into the sea.

The Sword Saint Bai Wei’s Selena Sword Art consists of four starting stances, and the Lone Wolf Stance is one of them, offering a balance of offense and defense.

Back and forth, he had lobbied so many peers from all walks of life, as well as talented individuals—the thirty-six factions—to assist Shang in attacking Zhou.

"Disciple, you don't need to worry about this Shi Yinghu anymore. Feng Feng, nicknamed 'The Madman,' is a young master who has risen to fame in recent years. His Snake-Form刁 Hand and Coiling Snake Seven-Section Spear are incredibly refined. As for this Shi Yinghu… he is a tiger fallen into the flatlands." Comments drifted from the special spectator area on the other side of the venue.

"Do you think my head is flat?" Du Feng suddenly blurted out. The three of them observed him carefully, exchanged glances, and shook their heads in unison.

He had not expected the Thorn Talisman to develop sentience; when it failed to damage the stone monster, it turned around and attacked him from beneath the ground.

Hao Duoqian couldn't wait; he picked up his chopsticks and was about to pop a piece of tender meat glistening with golden fat into his mouth.

"Trying to climb to the summit by stepping on the body of Fo Jian Fen Shuo? Be careful of your footing—it's easy to slip!" At this moment, Fo Jian Fen Shuo’s eyes were extremely solemn, and magnificent Buddhist energy radiated from his body. Yet, within those eyes lay boundless killing intent; he now truly harbored a desire to kill this person, Zhan Xue.

But the subordinate did not answer, emitting only growling, rasping sounds, behaving exactly like a zombie.

Unfortunately, the youth's status dictated his horizons. In his family, let alone a Half-Step Supernatural Realm cultivator, what did even a true Supernatural Realm cultivator amount to?