Chapter 155: The Harder the Obstacle, the Harder We Push Forward

An explosive surge of violent energy erupted from Chihai Zhong, sweeping up all the grass, trees, and leaves on the mountain peak, and rushed toward Exalted Chihai like a fierce whirlwind.

Exalted Chihai was instantly engulfed in a sky-full storm of wind blades and had to cast defensive spells to avoid injury.

"Senior Uncle Chihai Zhong is risking his life! That brat surnamed Wang is dead for sure this time!"

Yan Poxi watched from the sidelines, beside herself with joy.

She longed for Exalted Chihai to die. As for this technique of Chihai Zhong's, she had previously...

In my dream, I returned once more to the night Xu Yu passed away, except this time it felt as though someone was playing a holographic movie for me. I was merely an irrelevant passerby, watching the homeless man appear and watching Xu Yu meet a tragic death.

At this point, Mo Shuang paused again. Seeing Shixing about to speak, I waved my hand at him to indicate that I would continue listening.

"No way! That damned battalion commander actually dares to lay a hand on my brother's affairs? If I don't teach him a lesson, I won't be able to swallow this anger!" An Yuqing said indignantly.

"Indeed. Wang Yue must have learned that we intercepted the birthday gifts and led troops to Qingzhou to ruin our good plans." Song Jiang nodded, strongly agreeing with Wu Yong's words.

The Empress was naturally delighted if this matter turned out to be true. After all, in this palace, whoever gained favor was never one of the Empress's people, which naturally displeased her. Furthermore, with a child growing in the concubine's belly, the Empress would be even less pleased.

Afterward, the town ceased to be peaceful. Three or five days later, those who had not returned home by nightfall began to die mysteriously one after another, just like the farming man. The villagers panicked, feeling as though an enemy was at their gates, and terror-stricken, they abandoned their homes and fled in droves.

"Once I have finished my own affairs, I will naturally go down to the netherworld to kowtow and confess my wrongs to Her Ladyship!" Yunqing said, and left the Lingbo Hall.

The group arrived at the entrance of Huangmen Mountain. As soon as they stepped into the mountain, they were surrounded by a sudden crowd of footpads. Clad in coarse cloth garments with red turbans on their heads, holding sabers, spears, and staves, they looked quite spirited. Leading them were two burly men.

"Follow Us into the palace first to speak." Having said that, the Emperor simply swept Liu Yunmeng up horizontally in his arms and strode into the Yangxin Hall.

That was because the time the Emperor spent alone with Consort Li far exceeded what the Empress and Crown Prince Li could compare to combined.

In the past, Zheng Qiao could be considered an extremely prominent figure within the circle of the second-generation elites. If his father hadn't used his influence to forcefully send him away, Qinghe City probably wouldn't have been so peaceful right now. A man's reputation precedes him; upon seeing him, quite a few people felt a natural sense of dread.

Yet worry was worry. Being so far apart, the two of them could be of no help, so they decided to head back for a meal first.

And that long sword, having lost the sustenance of its spiritual awareness, gradually saw its divine charm fade. Within moments, it had transformed into an ordinary long sword.

From the replies, it could be seen that the majority of people had started not to detest this cockroach, while some held a deep adoration for it. Of course, driven by human jealousy, there were still many who detested this cockroach intensely.

Even so, his top-ranking position no longer existed. Therefore, in order to complete the mission, avoid punishment, and remain true to the faith in his heart, he had to carry out this task without fail.

Discovering that she was actually in an alley and several lewd-looking toughs were walking straight toward her, Su Xin grew somewhat nervous. She calculated her chances of winning if she were to fight them.

Daoist Baihao guided Shaoyang to sit within the formation, using the power of the array to peer into the energy hidden within this secret realm.

Guo Fengchen walked up to the forging platform, gazing at this piece of vast-sea metallic iron as he began his craft. At the scorching volcanic crater, crackling sounds rang out continuously. Mo Fan, assisting at the side, also had sweat welling up on his face. The intense heat combined with physical exertion made him look listless and weary.