Chapter 126: If Conditions Permitted, I Would Also Like to Be the Martial Ancestor (Part Two)

Looking at Chen Zhao, who was currently fawning over him, Shen He spoke up: "Speak! What happened? That thing's speed shouldn't have been enough to catch up with you lot."

He glanced at the two injured men being carried on others' backs; their wounds were clearly bite marks. They did not look like the work of the mutant octopus they had just slaughtered. That octopus had been more bark than bite; neither its speed nor its offensive capabilities were sufficient to inflict such severe injuries on Chen Zhao’s group.

"Since you are a disciple of Qingxuan, you should know that private duels between sect members are forbidden. Aren't you afraid of being expelled from Qingxuan for violating sect rules?" Ling Yu said.

Wang Li discovered that things were not as he had imagined. The experience gained from combat did not directly increase his soul power; instead, it surged wildly through his body along mysterious, arcane pathways.

He stroked the jade box that Li You had given him. It grew warm in his palm, feeling somewhat smooth and slick. The seeds of the cyan spirit-蓍-grass would fall in just one more day, and Qian Ye had to go to that cavern to collect them. Thinking of this, Qian Ye drifted into a deep sleep.

"We followed them the whole way; I never imagined they would still manage to escape," the young man in white said.

It wasn’t an entanglement skill, but growth... Wang Li’s mind raced. If he could manipulate it at will, then using it to whip or bind targets should be possible, right?

The terrifying emotions in her eyes faded into her usual gentle calmness, leaving only a faint redness around her lids, which added a touch of pitiful fragility to her naturally elegant and lovely face.

It was also during the season of light apricot blossom rain that her mother had saved that mysterious boy. For two months, he had cared for her like an older brother, but what followed was a cataclysmic disaster. She could never forget the sky filled with fire and the wretched wailing; had it not been for her mother taking her up the mountain to gather herbs that day, she would not have survived to this day.

For RNG, the only good news was that lane priority in the bottom lane was held by the Xayah and Rakan duo. Furthermore, since the skirmish was happening in their own jungle, the two of them could be the first to arrive as reinforcements.

Wang Li was astonished. This did not look like an attack Tang Chen could unleash; it had surpassed the power of a Soul Master and reached the level of a god.

Qing Wan looked up in shock, seeing her body slowly falling backward. Instinctively, she reached out to grab her hand, but it was too late. She watched helplessly as she tumbled down the steps, her own hand remaining frozen in mid-air.

"Isn't this ready-made?" Ling Wujiu looked at the cat head and couldn't help but disappear again.

As for how to deal with Wang Peng, he immediately set his sights on Lin Laifa, a street thug from Ningcheng. A convict who had returned from "the mountains"—who would have thought he had such a deep connection with Wang Peng? It would be a waste not to exploit it.

"Haozi nodded. "I wouldn't dare forget the instructions of our head brother!" He emphasized the last word with particular force.

Reflecting on this, the village chief surnamed Xie felt his face burning; he was deeply ashamed of his wavering resolve over this period.

Yet, even though the soldiers of the Celestial Empire were no cowards, they were faced with the overwhelming numbers of the Batu cavalry. The ten thousand or so Celestial soldiers were defeated by the Batu iron cavalry in the blink of an eye.

Our forces have already secured the airfield and its surrounding key points and are currently searching for remnants of the enemy. On the runway, the engineering detachment is busy; on one hand, they are clearing the wreckage of the Japanese planes, and on the other, they are filling in bomb craters in preparation for our own aircraft to land.

He pressed his hands together; the gesture of a devout believer stood in sharp contrast to his ferocious expression.

Ye Qingshan, Ye Siwei’s father, stood up and looked at the person his daughter was holding by the hand, unable to hide his astonishment.

"Could it be!" Hong Yi’s expression shifted slightly. Before she could say anything, Liu Hao had already turned back and crashed directly into the Hand Covering the Sky.