Volume One, Chapter 72: Quite the Performance

The Turks were caught off guard, their formation thrown into chaos. In their panic, they could only swing their blades wildly in desperate defense. Screams, the clash of swords, and frantic shouts intertwined, filling the entire valley with the sounds of brutal battle.

At that moment, He Ba Xu and the people of Northern Yan were equally stunned. Where had these people come from? Who were they?

He Ba Xu stared blankly at the chaos before him, his mind utterly empty.

Just then, Li Tianqing strode to He Ba Xu’s side and spoke. “Brother He Ba… are you all right?”

He Ba Xu snapped out of his daze and turned to look at Li Tianqing, confusion written all over his face. “My friend… these people…” he began, but before he could finish, he collapsed backwards, his eyes catching the blood-red afterglow of the setting sun, which surged toward him like a mighty wave.

As for myself, I’m already in my second year of high school, yet the number of days I’ve actually spent at school could be counted on two hands. It’s infuriating.

Zhuo Moxi’s gaze was not gentle, though neither was it coldly sharp. But when her eyes fell upon Jiang Qianqian, it was obvious to everyone present that the two shared a deep rift, one not easily resolved.

Seeing everyone express their willingness to join, Yu Thirteen’s face broke into a gratified smile. He poured everyone another cup, and they all drained their drinks together.

Hearing Moxi’s words, Xia Xin’s eyes reddened. She had dreamed countless times of hearing Moxi say such things. Yet now that Moxi had finally spoken, Xia Xin’s heart was even more tangled with complicated emotions.

Ye Chu’s gaze shifted to the other seven suspended coffins. Without doubt, within each of them should lie another seven-pointed star chart of the ancient sky.

“No way, there’s no room for negotiation. If you’re not with us and someone bullies me, what am I supposed to do?” The burly man leading the group was nothing if not loyal.

From the corner of her eye, Hong Xiu unintentionally caught a glimpse through the lifted curtain. At some point, the carriage had left the main street, no longer heading toward the bright lights of “Qiqiao Street,” but instead winding along a lonely country path, far from any sign of human presence.

I glanced at the short knife, barely a foot long, lying on the ground. So this blade was called “Dog God”? What a peculiar name.

Under the guidance of the Annihilation Star, Cao Chuan and Bai Ju marched shoulder to shoulder, leading tens of thousands of soldiers in a mighty advance through Hammer Gate.

At this moment, Xiao Ming felt nothing but gratitude. Thank heavens, thank heavens that Xiao Yan, this fortunate child, had gained such a remarkable confidant. With this as our foundation, the Xiao family is destined to soar to new heights.

No sooner had Paldo finished speaking than the television tower in Time City exploded. It was the second collapse in the building’s history. The host, Paldo, was pinned beneath the steel beams, his head severed, rolling through the fire and finally plummeting from the tower.

Just then, a deafening boom erupted from the side hall of Eastern Court, causing the faces of those present to change dramatically. The people of the former Canghai looked grim, while the dark shadow was all delight and excitement.

Yun Xian, attuned to the formation, immediately realized that it wasn’t that Longteng Manor had been abandoned—rather, he was now truly trapped within the Dragon-Sealing Formation.

A quick calculation—if such an event occurred once a month, how many of those towering robots would die over the span of a hundred thousand years? It was a simple arithmetic problem. Using a different T0, Su Lin worked out the answer himself.

As the shimmering tip of the silver spear came within a mere ten feet of Qingpu Martial Lord’s spirit, a crisp clash of weapons rang out unexpectedly, intercepting You Kuang’s assault in the nick of time.

“Wonderful! With Lord Lin present, we can finally vent our grievances,” Qi Tai clenched his fist. The emperor had never been decisive; the princes ran amok, the ministers joined the clamor, and if this continued, the whole thing would become a laughingstock.

Just as Liang Lingfeng sought to make amends, Chen Xuexin bit her lip, glanced at him, then looked down, her voice barely above a whisper: “All right.”

The newcomer halted and spoke. The beast might not have understood Liang Lingfeng’s words, but the human, Lei Sen, caught every syllable. The words, carrying a hint of laughter, filled him with sudden hope—could this person know him, and come to his rescue?

When Xu Fanxing came across the post on the forum, she couldn’t help but roll up her sleeves, ready for a showdown with Jiang Muning.

“I understand. Tell her not to make any statements yet. I’ll consult with Mingzhu Entertainment’s PR department. Once she’s out, take the nanny van back to the apartment. The driver’s waiting in the car,” Huo Qing said before leaving.

“Master Duan, you’ve lost.” The terrifying aura radiated from Fang Wudao, his formidable soul force coiling in the void. He hadn’t fought with his full strength, yet Duan Zhongyu was already wounded. In the end, the victor was Fang Wudao.

Zhu Xingmian remained calm, carefully sprinkling medicinal powder onto his wound. With a battered, mottled sword in hand, he stayed vigilant, eyes fixed on the edge of the forest.

When Cheng Xi touched her grandmother, she realized just how much weight the old woman had lost. Her coughs grew worse each time she took her medicine, and her illness seemed graver than ever.

“Guosheng!” Aunt Zheng cried out, her voice trembling with emotion as she rushed forward, only to find nothing but empty air.

Wan Jianfeng strode in, holding two grilled fish aloft. Each was skewered on a wooden stick, the skin perfectly crisp and golden. The delicious aroma would have made anyone’s mouth water—even if they’d just feasted on a banquet of delicacies, they’d crave ten more.

Yet in an instant, he sensed the source of the martial force. His gaze sharpened, and he darted forward at once.

Qin Lie was momentarily stunned by the words, then burst out laughing. He mused that Luo Hao must truly wish to devour Qin Feng alive.

Orphaned early, Su Miaoyun had taken over the family business at a young age. Over the years, caring for her simple-minded brother, Su Daniu, had worn her to the bone.

Watching the club official hang up with a grief-stricken look, Sun Yi couldn’t help but swallow repeatedly.

After clinching the Premier League title with six or seven rounds to spare, Southampton finally found themselves forced to settle for a draw.

Nezha continued, recounting how the Jade Void Decree destined him for the mortal realm, and how Taiyi True Man had told him to “cut open your belly, remove your intestines, strip your flesh from your bones, and return them to your parents, so as not to burden them.” All of this, he repeated as instructed.

The answer was already obvious: clearly, the other party had no recollection, but was simply too polite to say so outright.

Lynn did not seek solace in lofty excuses or self-justifications. The truth was, having broken his promises, he owed everything to Triste, who had saved his life time and again. Even if he repaid this debt in the future, his selfish nature could not be concealed.

Ever since entering the Ancient Sanctuary, even without consulting the Dragon Core, memories of the sanctuary from the game would surface unbidden as he explored deeper.

“Damn it, it was your responsibility—how dare you blame me?” Yan Bighead grew agitated, reaching out to grab Scarface with his left hand. But Scarface was not cowed; he immediately rose and fought back.