Chapter 34: Debugging

Li Mu formed three hand seals in quick succession, barely managing to shatter the Seal of Heavenly Thunder. Before he could catch his breath, however, several more thunder seals descended upon him.

The four Spirit Profound practitioners of the Blood-Eye tribe were at most at the four-star level, with the other three only at the two- or three-star level. Compared to the imposing San Bao, they were in an entirely different league.

Even young masters from families of some standing would refer to themselves with honorifics, but he, from start to finish, simply referred to himself as "I."

Ever since Yuchi Gong was detained while delivering a message to Jinshui City, Bian Ying had suspected that such a day might come, but she had never had the heart to tell Sima Ying.

The maids and nannies in Jingliu Garden, startled by the cries, hurried over. Upon seeing the dead body of Fu'er, they immediately began to whisper, their faces filled with terror.

Strangely, the most dazzling figures in this battle were not Ren Qiubai or Yin Hongxuan, but the sudden arrival of Su Yan and three Taoist practitioners from the Purple Constellation Heaven.

These shadowy figures were a night-raid unit dispatched by the Horqin army—an elite cavalry force, their horses' hooves wrapped in black cloth to ensure a silent advance.

As early winter approached, the days grew shorter and the nights longer; the streetlights on both sides of the road illuminated the bustling pedestrians.

Jing Qi had already seen the imperial edict posted several days ago. Sima Qing had issued a decree to depose the emperor and had imprisoned Sima Yu in the celestial dungeon. The injuries Sima Yu now bore were likely sustained within those walls.

"Senior Brother Sect Master! You cannot blame yourself; it is simply that we are too weak," Jiang Rong said, her eyes brimming with tears as she wiped them away, speaking with forced strength.

The Ye family originally possessed over a dozen experts at the Martial Master realm, but they had suffered heavy losses in the battle at the Qixia Mountains, losing six or seven masters and even one Supreme Elder.

Jia Wu had no choice but to give up. He then hurriedly recounted every detail of the matters Batulu had discussed with the four tribal chiefs over the past few days to Baili Dengfeng.

"Li Jianshe, what did you say?" Sun Lan was displeased by these words, her eyes widening instantly.

An indescribable sense of desolation washed over his heart. The surroundings seemed to turn into a vast, white expanse—no direction, no path, only coldness and sinking, annihilation and despair.

Spiritual energy washed over his skin, entered Ye Han's body through his pores, and flowed into his meridians.

At this moment, besides the two factions confronting each other, the area was already crowded with onlookers, pointing and whispering among themselves.

That day, because the waterwheel used for drawing water from the riverbank had broken down, Agilas had rushed to the city of Thurii early in the morning to find someone to repair it. After finally securing an appointment with a skilled carpenter, he hurried back home.

The demon saints looked at one another, clearly caught off guard. Di Jun looked toward Ji Meng with anticipation. When Ji Meng realized Di Jun was looking at him, his face was filled with helplessness. He had no countermeasure for the Pangu True Form, so he awkwardly averted his gaze.

He struck Dong Yanyan in the chest, sending the chilling and sinister White Bone True Qi straight toward her heart. Chen Zheng did not care in the least whether Dong Yanyan lived or died; seeing Yuan Ling escape, he drove his inner energy and hurled the steel blade from his hand.

"If we seize Lilybaeum, it will inevitably alert the other Phoenician city-states in Sicily. It will be difficult to succeed again through a surprise attack. Furthermore, there are many temples in the city of Eryx, which is a holy site for Phoenician pilgrims in the Western Mediterranean; the Carthaginian army will surely do everything in its power to rescue it," Tolmides warned.

Before Sun Wukong appeared, there were four great Demon Emperors in the Demon Realm: the Emperor of the Central Dynasty, Mang Chao; the leader of the Western Fallen Angel Legion, Lucifer; the fire demon Yan Hua; and the most mysterious Demon Emperor, "Eternal Azure Heaven."

Time lost all meaning. Eventually, the fire was extinguished—quenched by blood. The vast pools of blood covering the ground had converged into a river, enough to put out the blaze.

Whenever he approached a section of the stands, the fans would respond with a roar like a mountain collapsing or a tidal wave, the name "Long Shute" causing the entire stadium to tremble.

Shen Wei raised her eyebrows, clearly dismissive. "I am here." Even if Taohua never married, as long as she was around, could she not protect her?

When he woke up, television, newspapers, and the internet were flooded with such praise.

For half a year, he had tried his best to forget everything about the military and everyone he had known there, content to live as an ordinary person.

Fielding six midfielders, all of whom were defensive players—such a tactic was almost unheard of in the world of football. This was the challenge facing Long Shute and AC Milan.

When a player reached the level of Long Shute, he did not need to pay for online boosters to hype him up; every media outlet would promote his glorious reputation as if they were high on adrenaline.

Walking through the corridors, he realized he had never properly looked at the scenery of the Gu Mansion. On the day of the wedding, he had been wearing a veil, and yesterday he had been too focused on his destination.

It had caused her to worry and fret for a long time, fearing that someone who smiled at her one moment would stab her in the back the next.

Noticing this scene, Qin Dong gave a bitter smile again. He felt his head swell, aching intensely, and he felt a sudden urge to flee.

"How is it? Can the truth be uncovered?" Yan Qing asked anxiously, unable to wait to drag the murderer out and punish them severely.

Lu Yubei stared at her for two seconds, set the hairband in his hand on the table behind her, and lifted her by her slender waist with ease.

Yun Wei replied with a simple "Okay," stared at Yun Qian for two seconds, then looked away indifferently and walked out.