Chapter 110: Stepping Forward to Explain

Immortal Demon God You may also call me Little Wang. 1405 words 2026-03-30 05:42:04

“Zhao Ling’er!”

A shout quickly echoed from the audience below.

Hearing her name called, Zhao Ling’er swiftly turned around and indeed spotted the group of white-robed cultists behind her. They were like a curse, constantly circling her life.

Trying to escape from them seemed to have become an almost impossible task.

Seeing them, her mind instantly went blank, not expecting an even greater storm to follow.

In her heart, Zhao Ling’er fervently prayed that they wouldn’t cause trouble, hoping the matter would quietly pass — that would be best, with no need for further entanglement.

“Zhao Ling’er, stop right there!”

From below, the white-robed figures cried out.

As the ruler of the entire Southern Territory, the idea flashed briefly in his mind but was immediately dismissed. Though it was the best course of action, the duke refused to become the laughingstock of the noble circles.

The whistling sound of arrows slicing through the air snapped Gray out of his shock. There was no time to defend; instinctively, he shielded his head.

The mountain ravine was suffused with an oppressive gloom, darker than the summit, yet carried a faint, delicate fragrance. This scent was unfamiliar to Qin Di—neither clearly floral nor woody.

Strange voices always caught attention, and El’s voice was loud, overpowering all the quarrels. At that moment, everyone in the hall instinctively turned their heads to locate the source.

After Ye Feng finished speaking, the crowd fell into deep thought. Ye Feng casually handed back the peerless sword to Bu Jingyun.

Duke Ack’s army found it difficult even to approach the coastline of Sevis Island. With the aid of their mage troops, the navy of the Misha Kingdom was virtually invincible in these waters.

Before Hao Yun fired, he projected a qi defense wall outside his body. The heavy machine gun’s thick bullets could not advance closer than three meters to him. The crackling explosions startled the veteran shooter.

Sir Hanks’ knights fought bravely, and the soldiers desperately tried to rescue their commander.

“Places once reachable by car are now far off. Go get some rest in the artists’ lounge, and bring Dan Xintong to me,” Lin Lei said as he entered the rest quarters, turning right on the first floor.

Sweat drenched Ye Feng’s body. He knew that if he hadn’t agreed to let the Chaos Pearl accept the causality of the primordial world, the pearl’s leftover wouldn’t be a comfort but a deadly trap.

After hastily packing a large suitcase, Jiang Yufei clumsily made her way outside.

Though she didn’t know why Hua Tuo was with Zuo Ci, neither Hua Tuo volunteered an explanation nor did Cao Ang ask. What needed to be known, Hua Tuo would reveal in due time.

No one could have imagined that Liang Jiayi’s current situation was relatively safe—and she was peacefully taking a bath with grace.

Feng Yufei had just stepped out of the room when she saw Shangguan Honglie standing opposite, staring intently at her.

Cao Ang’s gaze transformed dramatically, fierce as a raging bear. At that moment, his strength was unmatched, and he swung the Fish Intestine Sword at Shi A’s blade, choosing to confront him head-on.

Okabe Naosaburo proposed this because the 5th and 16th Divisions had been ineffective, causing heavy losses to the elite 21st Regiment. Now they were empty-handed in Shijiazhuang, wasting time in North China and delaying the Japanese plan for the Wuhan Campaign.

“I still have some matters to attend to. After you return, consolidate the two armies and await my orders,” A Xiang said before quickly departing.

Munan Ju could no longer sit still. Without wasting words with Yue Beihuai, he grabbed his sword and leapt down from the second floor.

By the time Yan Rou and Xing’er woke, night had already fallen. They washed their faces and, without much fuss, followed the communication squad’s soldiers to the mess hall for dinner.

Cao Ang frowned, uncertain if Yuan Tan’s words were true. Even a dying camel is bigger than a horse; Gongsun Zan should have been able to hold out against Yuan Shao for at least a year or so.