(93) The Cold Wave Arrives

The birds spread their sharp beaks, catching sight of the newly hatched insect eggs in the grass, and swooped down like arrows. Their wings danced in the air, a blaze of vibrant colors, expertly capturing the centipede. Swiftly, their beaks snapped shut, holding the insect tightly, and as they chewed, one could discern the pleasure of savoring a delicious meal. After swallowing, a faint gurgling sound escaped their throats, and they continued to wander through the grass, searching for the next centipede.

“Every craft has its master,”

Before Wu and Gui could come up with an excuse, Mrs. Zou once again played her role as the vanguard, boldly stepping forward.

He indulged his only son, who was half-human, half-demon, driving all other descendants from the palace and keeping only the half-demon at his side. He showered him with rare treasures and often personally instructed him in the arts of cultivation.

Upon hearing this, Shangguan Mei turned to glance at Lin Qingxuan, the corners of her lips lifting as she involuntarily revealed a smile.

If it were an ordinary person, most would only reply with “millions of years,” yet Di Chongxiao, having heard some secrets of the world from Shi Wuyin, immediately answered “4.7 billion years” without hesitation.

Mu Yang stared into the eyes of Shangguan Longyu, and a wave of dislike and displeasure surged forth. With furrowed brows, he stepped forward, placing himself between Li Yue and the threat.

Unexpectedly, Ren Tianying tilted his body ever so slightly, dodging the Azure Sword, and flew past Tao Yiting, brushing close to her.

At the same moment, only coldness filled Duanmu Yu’s eyes. He had no need for those who betrayed him. His right hand rose once more.

Speaking as she did, she plopped herself carelessly onto a nearby chair. Her clothes were still stained with the blood of mutated beasts, evidence she had just entered the city.

Lin Fei, Che Langting, and Tang Xinran had already been present. Everyone gathered around Zhang Fei, observing his solemn expression, knowing that something had gone awry.

After the National Defense Army expanded, most officers received promotions. In the ensuing large-scale training campaign, their enthusiasm soared.

The court was immediately thrown into chaos. Some cried, others shouted, some knelt to thank the heavens, others stomped their feet in wild laughter. The din of countless voices swelled in the great hall, growing so loud it seemed to lift the roof.

After all, if he declared his desire for the Black Wonder Ginseng, with Yun Qingxue’s intelligence, how could she fail to deduce his strength?

At this thought, I didn’t care whether I could defeat Xu Da. I turned to retreat, but it was already too late. Xu Da opened his giant mouth, and visible skulls flew out, rushing toward my face.

There were three thousand soldiers in the city; about half were elite troops capable of fighting. The opposing Ming army likely numbered the same.

So, Long Chen briefly reflected, then began practicing moves one by one in the open space of the room.

To gain something, one must give something in return. Becoming a key member of a top-ranked analytical team—number twenty-nine for the year—meant being questioned, which was perfectly normal. The truth would become clear in time.

A moment later, residents near the city gate heard the “creak” of the gates opening. The sound of countless footsteps followed. Judging by the noise, a vast army was entering. The synchronized “thump, thump” of their boots on the stone-paved street sent a chill through the crowd. From the sound alone, it was clear a formidable force had arrived.

At the bottom of the lake, Su Yang suddenly felt a surge of overwhelming power. He immediately focused all his mental energy to resist, and after a slight quiver of his soul, he steadied himself against the assault.

Indeed, Long Zhen’s White Python Bow was one of the Frost Dragon Tribe’s treasured heirlooms. Each of them possessed greater strength than Long Chen, some with remarkable talent, yet none were permitted to try the White Python Bow.

Yet, his voice betrayed a faint tremor, clearly revealing his fear.