Chapter 103: Promotion and Medal

The next day, Ao Xi awoke filled with resentment. He had just been investigated yesterday, yet today he was expected to resume work as usual. Family members—who could possibly understand?

As he reached the police station’s entrance, Wally, standing there, abruptly grabbed him. “Why are you only just arriving? We’ve been waiting for you!”

Ao Xi glanced at his watch. “I’m not late. Why wait for me?”

“You’ll see once you come with me.”

Wally pulled him into the locker room to change into his police uniform, then dragged him to the main conference room.

There were indeed people inside, including a visitor who, upon seeing a taxi arrive, inquired about the fare back to the city.

A great war was imminent. Whether it was good or bad to conscript these people, Shao Yilong had already made up his mind.

Yet, on the Ka Long continent, few knew of the nine human masters or the ten Four-Winged Angels of the Church of Light. Even those ranked at the eleventh level rarely intervened. There was simply no chance to witness their true power. This starkly contrasted with the attitudes of the super masters from the other region.

Forget gods and demons; even the human race itself was not fully aware of how many Holy Emperors it possessed.

The leap from tenth to eleventh level was a vast chasm. Two years ago, the Morin Legion had all reached the tenth level, yet over three thousand remained trapped there. Similarly, the boundary between the twelfth level—the limit of the Human Domain—and the thirteenth level—the Saint Domain—was another immense gulf. Even geniuses like Helian Nad were confined at the twelfth level.

Suddenly, the brilliant azure energy waves of Huán Huáng flickered. Each flicker summoned another image of Shao Yilong in the sky. In moments, the heavens were filled with 108 silhouettes of Shao Yilong.

Bai Jin stepped before Rui Shaoning and Bai Hengyi, blocking their path, then arrogantly raised his chin and commanded Elder Qiu.

A tremendous blast erupted as an energy orb created by the North Sea’s Evil Profound King shot directly at the Phoenix Tail Butterfly. In an instant, the orb pierced its heart, black blood spraying forth. The Butterfly King, stunned, lowered its head to gaze at the massive hole in its body before collapsing weakly to the ground.

Beneath the feet of Wushuang, countless corpses formed a towering wall layer upon layer, encircling him. His vision had long since blurred, yet wherever the demonic blade passed, death and silence followed. His gaze fixed upon a direction, and the vampires there erupted into panicked chaos.

At that moment, I heard Fox Third Master whisper in my ear: “Swift and decisive. Your body cannot yet fully withstand this power. Deal with this opponent first.” Hearing his words, I nodded instinctively and charged toward the old witch.

Watching Fourth and Fifth Child, neither moved. Now Sixth Child had awakened, and the awakening of Seventh Child seemed imminent.

Because I was not always at the procurement station, I feared being caught unprepared should something arise. Without issuing instructions, a grave mistake might occur.

Originally, I intended to visit Wu Mountain’s parents, but unexpectedly, before his family could intervene, my side had already wiped them out—a truly inauspicious start.

He was also afraid of heights. In the past, he always took the inner path on this road, avoiding looking down. On the other side was a cliff hundreds of meters high—a truly terrifying sight.

Lu Zhiyu immediately locked onto Sakun. Sakun instantly felt the world shift; a tremendous suction and torrent of information began assimilating its consciousness, dragging it into Lu Zhiyu’s dream world.

The fire dragon roared, thrashing its terrifying body as it lunged toward Li Qingmeng with its front claws. The golden-red scales formed from countless flames shimmered with specks of golden light. One swipe tore through a golden bean.

Shan Wushuang saw her hesitation and smiled faintly. The hand holding the ice water rose, freeing two fingers to touch Zhou Tianxue’s face.

No, it couldn’t be otherwise. Young Master Shan was a contemporary powerhouse; he would surely keep his word and rescue us from the flames and waters.