Chapter 91: Green Tea

No living soul cried out; the deputy chief followed in the wake of the others. His vision blackened, and he became a spirit. With a bitter grind of his teeth and one resentful glance around him, he chose to return to the city and revive.

At the thought of it, Zeng Hao’s expression began to shift, his face already showing that he was on the verge of tears.

That was just how Zeng Hao was. He never cared much for anything, but once he decided to take something on, he would give it his all and do it as well as he could.

"Compared with you, what is work worth? Tell me exactly where you are, and I’ll come over," Zhang Siqi said.

Ye Canxue, too, kept his gaze averted. A full month had already passed, yet every time he faced Dai Yunni, that feeling of embarrassment still welled up in his heart.

"Feng Le, open the door! Get out here, you brat!" As soon as Ouyang Shishi saw Feng Le daring to treat her like this, she began pounding furiously on the door with her small fists and shouting. At that moment, she had again forgotten certain things.

Ye Canxue could no longer care about so much. In the next instant, he rode his sword and appeared above Yellow Cloud Mountain.

At once, an inexplicable tremor rose from the void, and layer upon layer of obscure fluctuations began to emerge from the sword formation.

"Xiahou Zhen, are you truly determined to stop me?" Feng Le’s situation now seemed extremely urgent. Moreover, he had been gravely injured while protecting her. At this moment, he and the Heaven-Devouring Phantom seemed locked in deadlock, and if this dragged on, Feng Le feared he would be unable to withstand its power.

White Valley Yi and the others were blocked by the swarm of hundred-poison golden silkworm gu, and none dared force their way through, fearing that someone would be bitten. In the end, they had no choice but to halt and devote all their strength to wearing down the gu. Sadly, there seemed to be no end to the creatures; for the moment, they could not kill them all, and little by little they were trapped there, unable to break free.

"It’s the venom of the hundred-poison scarlet-cloud serpent!" Yue Wuzu’s face darkened. Since he had taken command, the disciples of the Heaven-Shadow Sect had never suffered such serious injuries on the road. He would be sure to uncover the truth of this matter.

The two robbers fumbled in panic as they packed away the gold jewelry, preparing to flee. Suddenly, one of them ran back and hauled up the passerby he had knocked down, studying him closely.

Time would not allow Song Kaishun to rest for long. He had to find, as quickly as possible, the place where he had buried the Jade Dragon back then.

As the fighting went on, the war only grew larger and larger. Good people became wicked, comrades became mortal enemies. The army on which survival depended split apart in a single day, opening fire on one another and treating each other as the greatest of foes.

By then, Li Xiao’s poisonous scheme had finally been fully exposed. It turned out that Li Feiyang, who had never appeared, had gone on a secret mission, and had gone straight to tear into the heart of the Blazing Flow camp.

"We came from the north bank along the Mufu Mountains in a surprise attack. The Independent Brigade is the vanguard of the Seventy-Seventh Army!" Lu Xuehua explained.

He drew the dagger from his body and cut down a few snakes. Glancing back at the great army still sleeping behind him, Nie Bu was about to rest a little longer before leading them onward.

Besides, by now no one could still cling to even the last shred of luck. For the battle among the top sixty-four, no one knew what they would be facing. The crowd had only just rested for a short while when the system prompt sounded once more.

The words of several ministers pulled Zhao Yun back to reality. He looked at the people before him—his princes, his senior officials—all speaking up for the Xu family. Lowering his head, Zhao Yun said nothing, and no one knew what he was thinking.

When his two eyes fell upon the stone devourer, yet his mind was occupied with other matters, Gu Yu sensed the movement and slowly turned his head, just in time to see Steward Xiu.

This blaze was but an outward appearance; in essence it was neither fire nor light, but spiritual power—a unique magic of the ancient spirit race. Once touched by it, any being harboring evil thoughts would naturally ignite from within, the flames springing from the spirit itself until it burned to ashes from the inside out.

Yet to the immense shock of both the human and demon realms, Tusun emerged unscathed, while the Southern Kingdom, the Beast-Taming Kingdom, and even the Unity Dao Alliance all returned in disgrace.

Lin Tian closed his eyes tightly, but at that moment his fingers moved to form seals. Spiritual power within his body revolved through the cycles of his cultivation art, and in the end it all flowed into the starlit reservoir within him.

Without saying much more, Amaterasu merely flicked her hand lightly, and divine power carried the golden parchment slowly toward Zeus.

Dry-salt production had not eased Wu Yue’s pressure. King Qian Cong of Wu Yue was truly desperate. And upon learning that Guo Wei was besieged from all sides, and that Li Jing of the Tang had sent a hundred thousand troops to Xu Prefecture, Qian Cong understood that there were not many forces left within Tang territory. Taking advantage of the moment, he led his troops to kill into Tang lands for one purpose alone: plunder.

Within the dark and chaotic void, four different streams of light, each representing one of the four great attributes of earth, fire, water, and wind, intertwined and fused together, forming a white sphere of light.

At the center of the assault, the Ice Emperor was in no pleasant state. The combined attack of the Four Sacred Beasts forced her purely onto the defensive, leaving her no room for the slightest counterattack, for the moment she struck back, she would expose the flaw at her back.

Old Rotten Tooth made a rough count. There were more than five thousand green-skinned creatures who had surrendered, split evenly between orcs and goblins. Beyond the most basic infantry, there were also cavalry and chariots among them. Their加入 would greatly strengthen the tribe’s power, and the old shaman’s green face broke into a chrysanthemum-like grin.

Though it could not be denied that the Eagles had drawn very well and had not met overly powerful opponents, it still had to be acknowledged that their progress and strength were real, after all, since they had successively eliminated the two professional teams Qin Yi and Qin Jia.

Hearing those final words, Chu Bo nearly laughed aloud. No one had ever dared speak to him like that before; this fellow truly seemed tired of living.

The results for this session had now been tallied, and the full ranking of the trial had been announced. Of the three hundred and forty-five contenders who came from all parts of Maple Leaf and entered the Great Forest of the Liaoyun Mist Vein, three had been killed amid the chaos, and three hundred and forty-two had safely emerged.

"These are medicinal liquids I ground myself. They work very well on external injuries. In the past, whenever this old servant sprained a leg, I would simply apply some of this, and it would be fine. Young Master Feng, give me the medicine; I’ll apply it myself." The divine steward struggled to extend his hand and take the medicine.

Su Li smiled faintly. "The Ancient Meaning Tower has a fine scheme: first they want to steady the Yujia Manor with sweet words, turning it into a frog slowly boiled in warm water. Then they will gradually look for a chance to eliminate me. In that case, I am all the more determined not to let them succeed." His every movement once again brimmed with his former vitality.