Chapter 63: Northern Garrison

Now, Tang Yu was naturally unafraid of these words. He rose with a smile and said, “Prime Minister, such alarming statements are not to be uttered lightly. If Commander Su cannot even quell such matters within the Northern Camp, then he need not hold his position any longer.”

When Tang Yu mentioned that Su Feibai was unfit to remain as commander of the Northern Camp, he could clearly sense the collective gasp that swept through the court.

In Qingzhou, peace had been largely restored...

Liu Yu and Feng Ming had been seated at the very back from the start, so by the time they realized what was happening and tried to rush out, the grand formation had already reawakened. They attempted to attack a fissure in the formation that had yet to heal, but instead, they were injured by the very crack they sought to exploit.

As Duan Xing turned toward Ye Qingtian, he realized too late to raise his greatsword in defense. All he could do was jerk his head aside in terror, desperately trying to evade the fatal golden light that shot toward his neck.

“It doesn’t matter if you refuse to admit it,” Zhao Han shook his head, unconcerned. His blood surged, and the entire greatsword turned crimson, radiating a terrifying light and heat.

“Cannon fodder Redhair, I just discovered—” Lin Dong snapped back to his senses after being called out by Xiao Yan, his face flushing red. To mask his embarrassment, he instinctively blurted out a new nickname for Xiao Yan—ever since ancient times, red-haired ones are often cannon fodder, and Gun Maiden Xingzi is infamously unlucky.

Upon hearing this, Nanji Zi and Ironheart Sword were both taken aback, turning in astonishment to look at Zhao Han. Even Shao Zhen, who had previously been all but invisible, now showed a look of shock and suspicion.

Once again, Zhao Han grumbled inwardly, feeling that if this continued, he might just be infected by their antics. He wanted to extricate himself and leave, yet he could not bear to abandon the pure body-forging manual he had sought for so long and finally found.

Yet even so, Jiang Wulong would never let Chen Xuan have his way, for he considered himself the true master of Piaoyu City.

These peerless experts could not help but feel goosebumps rise on their skin. This was the third-ranked supreme powerhouse on the continent, someone who could easily pluck the Holy King of the Spirit Clan from his throne with a single glance. Now, with the divine Ice God staff in hand, who knew to what heights his strength had soared?

“Stand back! Leave this to us!” The Sword Worship Army had arrived, and three captain-level figures—all masters of the Spirit Transformation Realm—stepped forward. They ordered the regular soldiers to retreat and formed a triangular formation to surround Xie Tong.

“It is terrifying... but what is truly terrifying is not the world itself, but humanity.” Zett could not help but recall Ilona; even such fearsome robots had been wrought by human hands.

Duyi strode forward, and in that instant, both the Demon Tiger King and the Crocodile Demon King, startled and enraged, hurried to join him.

But this was not enough. The people of Bania would have no idea why they had returned from death, but they would know that three dreadful demons had entered their world. Many who knew of Bania’s destruction would be thrown into panic should they witness the town’s resurrection.

After his laughter faded, the Old Man of the Heavenly Blade’s expression grew somber as he fixed the Azure Dragon with a cold gaze. As he spoke, the power of his inner strength saturated his words, making the very air tremble.

Yet, having been battered by hundreds of Taiji diagrams, the skin around his eyes was swollen with several large lumps. His originally pale blue eyes were now streaked with red, creating a chilling and ghastly sight.

Dong Dao was forced to retreat, step by step, unable to strike back; yet he still refused to use his spiritual power.

Chu Qiao had been sitting there lost in thought about breaking off her engagement with Qi Hao, weighing her own gains and losses, never expecting Qi Hao to suddenly and secretly take her hand.

“You think I’m planning an escape?” She suddenly broke into a laugh, her expression shifting in an instant. Despite her obvious disadvantage, she could still find the strength to smile.

The grayish-white demon core sat motionless in the hollow beneath his jaw. He dared not touch it recklessly, for he had always found Ye Xuan’s judgment and advice to be trustworthy and wise.