Chapter 22

From a distance, it looked like a hammer-shaped weapon, slightly shorter than a shovel but appearing much heavier. Hundreds of sharp blades were all cut down by the opponent, unable to cause the slightest injury. It seemed that the red-clad ninja’s strength was on par with Qin Tianqi’s.

At the manufacturing base, Mu Bai had established one in the suburbs of Hang City. The main structure was already completed, awaiting only the final water and electricity installation and decoration. By around April, the entire Mythical Machinery could be relocated there.

At mid-morning, Wei Shuo, clad in brilliant armor and riding a tall horse, appeared beneath Gao Lu City, radiating vigor.

“You can’t even tell real from fake paintings, didn’t understand them yourself, yet you dare to say it’s to make it easier for future generations to comprehend?”

Mizuki glanced at this fellow. She knew him well; he was not easy to deal with. But fear? That was not quite the case.

Thanks to the Byakugan, the intelligence below was thoroughly scouted. They pinpointed the depth and distance of Orochimaru’s lair, confirming that no one was seen down there.

Viewers online erupted in uproar, recalling the previous two matches: the Korean server Han Xin with zero kills and eleven deaths, and the Korean server Monkey with one kill and seven deaths—simply disastrous. If it weren’t for their five-man team being intentionally reported for feeding, it was just outright poor play.

Slightly raising her head, she noticed Tang Qingyi deeply lost in thought somewhere, completely forgetting that a living person was waiting here, utterly ignored.

“Do you dare threaten me with my friend?” Xu Yang’s voice turned icy, murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

Du Gu Yi and three others exchanged glances, their eyes twitching slightly as they looked at Wen Yun’er. “We came to stir trouble, right? Not to comfort someone we suspect might be our enemy.”

Though unaware of Wang Kai’s true rank, to them, his strength was no less than the strongest king.

Suddenly, the scar was no longer a gruesome, bloody wound but merely a faint trace.

Mu Yunfan stood up with a single command, and the kneeling ministers rose, swaying as they walked toward the palace gates.

Head-on combat quickly saw the Japanese forces suppressing firepower, then devastating the enemy... Captain Guo cunningly set decoys, playing a cat-and-mouse game that truly restrained Yun Zhong. Their Seventh Battalion Commander, Lv Jilong, led two other companies to coordinate with the regiment’s movement, advancing toward Yisu Maodu.

Fang Jie reacted instinctively, rolling off the “bed” with swift grace, no wonder she was a combat level seven.

Qixi easily unlocked the bronze lock and opened the latch. The courtyard was dark, silent, overgrown with weeds. Walking inside, sticky cobwebs brushed against the face. Six pairs of lamp pillars stood, and Qixi wiped the lampshade, hands covered in dust.

Each of these was a wound in Mu Ruoyun’s heart, mercilessly exposed by Mu Youchen, tearing the injury raw.

Though the Imperial Guards were the finest troops of the Xia Kingdom, they were still somewhat weaker compared to Duan Meng’s forces.

At dawn, the sky was bright, the eastern horizon ablaze with a soft, vigorous sunrise.

Wei Yan paid him no heed, showing no sign of slowing, even drawing the sword at his waist while advancing.

“Save me, and the price is... I’ll tell you who my employer is!” The bat’s voice hissed coldly through clenched teeth.

“The two of them...” Xiao Qi was genuinely worried. Despite their high cultivation, the looks and conversation between Shi Tian and Lin Feng revealed a complicated past. Placing two unstable elements together was surely unwise.

Ziyang led them back to Immortal City. Dapeng had distributed the resurrection water; the soldiers of the divine and demon special forces were recovering their bodies in batches within the space-accelerated artifact.

As these words were spoken, Lizard Sheng was still looking for a chance during the feast to capture Ziyang’s son in exchange for his own.

Anwina stepped out of the central military tent, ordered the werewolves to guard the safety of those inside, then mounted the snow wolf Howling Moon with several guards, hastening to the frontline where a conflict had erupted between the Wing Clan and a certain werewolf general.

Kobe lifted his head, his eyes filled with emotion as he looked at the old rogue, gasping with a hint of sobbing.

“Purification Demon-Subduing Melody,” Tian Lan replied calmly, without a trace of pride, as if it were only natural.

Ye San smiled silently, holding the Dark Emperor’s Staff with pride. With this powerful dark artifact, his strength had surged beyond imagination—no wonder his confidence had swelled.

Seeing Shao Han’s sword-like sharp gaze, the berserk blood body trembled involuntarily.

Qian Ze looked at Flower Shade. Her indifferent face betrayed no expression as she quietly tossed away a brown pill clenched in her palm.

The Southern Dynasty, to justify Qian Ze’s absence, claimed that three days ago during the jade stone gamble, Qian Ze found nothing appealing and was disinterested in appearing publicly. Meanwhile, Rong Chenglin seemed fixed on Qian Ze—if he didn’t show up, she would not either.