Chapter 183: A Leisurely Stroll

Pan Yunchang’s nose bled profusely from Luke Guang’s blow, yet he did not retaliate; instead, he merely sneered at Luke Guang, for Luke Guang was a director. His sole duty was to guard the entrance, preventing Lu Fei and Luke Guang from entering.

Luke Guang, indignant, dialed a number. “Jason, I need to bring a doctor into Ato for critical research. Please have Pan Yunchang move aside!”

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Li Anshi remained calm and said to Wang Tianbao, “General Wang, there is no need for concern. That scoundrel is now in our hands, and his men will tread carefully, fearing repercussions. Would they dare make a reckless move?”

They all hoped that once one of them entered a meditative state, ten days would pass—this indicated significant endurance.

The war against Goryeo was declared in the newspaper the very next day. The entire Chang’an city buzzed with a mixture of sorrow and joy.

“Demon General?” Yue Xueyi’s heart skipped a beat upon hearing Selena mention the dire situation. She hurriedly searched for Vivian’s whereabouts, hoping Vivian might have a solution.

Qin Tian was expected to be inexplicably excited—flushed, wild, unrestrained—or perhaps extremely nervous, sweating profusely... Yet Yan Hu was puzzled. Qin Tian showed no signs of nervousness or excessive excitement.

Therefore, his mission was the Yan Ying Hall, and only with the Empress Dowager’s approval could he confront the formidable Seven Sects.

In such circumstances, it might be better to let them return to being mere peasants, don’t you think? That way, they wouldn’t constantly cause trouble for the public servants and waste societal resources.

Back then, with the foundation of the Song Dynasty and the power of thousands of years of Chinese tradition, outlasting the Mongols was feasible. After all, the Song had already outlasted the Liao, Jin, and Western Xia dynasties. One more wouldn’t matter.

“That’s good. Good night.” Zhang Jingjing switched off the bedside lamp and lay down. By the faint moonlight outside, she saw a flicker of resentment and jealousy cross Huo Ningxiao’s face.

This was originally the Demon Lord’s most trusted confidant and also the strongest in the mortal realm. But the Demon Lord had not foreseen that Yuchi Wang and the others would defect to the light, their minds resolute with no intention of submission.

Those around did not hold back their praises, but the craftsman carved diligently, paying no heed to the words.

“Jerry, have the agents from S.H.I.E.L.D. arrived in Siberia yet?” Lin Rui, ignoring Deadpool’s pessimism, asked Jerry.

“You are the future of humanity. No killing is allowed in this tournament. The first round matches will be decided by draw!” Beidou waved at the twelve teams that had approached.

Returning to the old battlefield, he felt a pang of emotion. The bloodstains on the road remained—those of Modi and Frank.

Five formations meant half a million troops. Besides the two Divine Ancestors, there were five thousand Divine Masters, a tremendously powerful force.

Li Zhanran was somewhat annoyed. He had frequented the Xiao Xiang Night Pavilion for quite some time. Many there recognized him and knew of his background. Everyone treated him well and dared not offend him.

If she openly opposed the Fan brothers, she and Hu Maoxin would be in a weak position. In such times, the family head held absolute power over his servants—life and death were at his discretion, beyond even the law’s reach.

Lin Rui’s knowledge of Hydra came only from previous life’s movies and recent S.H.I.E.L.D. investigations, but Hydra’s repeated actions continually shattered Lin Rui’s preconceived notions.

Any deliberate act must have a purpose, right? What then was the goal of Phantom Immortal Technology?

Although the two had just been locked in a deadly battle, Yang Fan could not bear to see him die here. Without hesitation, he grabbed Han Xiuch and cut through space, flying into it together.