Chapter 42: Snake..., He Is Coming

Upon hearing the army doctor say that his third brother still had a glimmer of hope, Guan Yu's expression shifted instantly. Just moments before, when the doctor declared himself helpless, Guan Yu had flown into a rage. If he weren't currently situated in Cao Cao's main camp and hadn't given his word to Zhang Liao upon surrendering, he would have definitely brandished his Crescent Moon Blade and sought out Dian Wei to fight to the death.

"Is this the doubled pressure caused by the vast difference in the pulse gates?" Ye Feng let out a low roar, steadying his body, though blood had already begun to trickle down from the top of his head.

Li Zhe said nothing further, simply flicked his sleeve, and left the grand hall. Zhuge Liang, Pang Tong, and Xu Shu exchanged glances, smiled and nodded, and then departed as well.

"No wonder. Two layers of rigorous defensive nets coupled with the Black Tooth Legion guarding it at close quarters, with the entire defensive capability of a half-million-strong army concentrated right here—no wonder this is known as the strongest defense line on the mainland."

How could that supreme powerhouse, who should have been devoured by the terrifying soul, still be here? Could it be that the terrifying soul within the blood coffin was lying?

A golden blade of aura erupted from his hand, slashing straight toward the horizon with the imposing momentum of sweeping across an entire army. The villagers only saw a blinding flash of golden light. With his cultivation at the fourth tier of the Martial Emperor realm, Ye Feng had executed the orange-rank martial skill, Tyrant Slash, with the potency of a high-grade yellow-rank technique, unleashing a terrifyingly immense power.

In irritation, Kadokawa turned his head to look, only to see Bai Shi shouting something in utter despair. Listening more closely, Kadokawa's complexion suddenly turned ashen. He hastily raised his binoculars again to look at the opposite mountain. Upon doing so, his hands involuntarily began to tremble slightly, and cold sweat suddenly surged forth from his forehead and back, instantly soaking his military uniform.

Although there was still a slight gap between him and Rhode, no one looked at Rhode as a mere youngster anymore; in everyone's eyes, he could only be considered a monstrous anomaly. Therefore, the youthful Gu Jian could definitely be called an peerless genius.

With no other choice, Meng Ji swiftly channeled all eight foundational energies into his left arm, which was of superior-rank origin weapon grade, and met the Stellar Avatar's strike head-on, forcibly repelling the avatar by dozens of meters.

Two hours after Gan Ning's army pitched camp, his scout reported: Sun Quan had personally ventured out of Jianye to welcome Meng Huo's army of two hundred thousand into the city.

From the very beginning, Yan Jin was certain that they must have grown suspicious of her from the moment she accompanied Xie Ren's mother.

They were just a few opportunists muddying the waters. They didn't place any hope on the zombie virus sample at all, and were simply thinking of eliminating other players to gather enough numbers to clear the level.

At that moment, however, two bloodied and mangled hands reached in through the car window, almost plunging straight into Guan Zexiao's neck.

Wang Zhilan felt a sense of annoyance and regret deep down. Knowing full well that Mu Xinyue was a miraculous expert in detoxification, how could she have been so foolish as to use poison against her?

Mu Xinyue rarely saw her father look at her with such sternness. Realizing that he was genuinely angry and that she couldn't bluff her way out of it, she had no choice but to confess everything: that she had entered the palace to offer strategies to the emperor, and that she intended to go to Jiangnan to procure grain.

Xiao Chen did not mind at all. "I will simply go change my attire." After bowing to everyone, he withdrew from the flower hall.

Meanwhile, a knight lifted the heavy bronze ball and its attached chain with a single hand and returned it into the military tent.

Wannian felt as though her heart were being torn to shreds. She violently grabbed King Kuang by the arm and landed a heavy punch with her right hand squarely on his face, sending him reeling with seeing stars and crashing back down onto the floor.

Not lingering on the topic, Yan Jin glanced at the time. It was almost time for the interview, so she stood up.

A minute passed, and the procession had already walked far away. Only the glow of mobile phones could be seen, and in another moment, even figures would likely be invisible.

From start to finish, she followed inconspicuously behind them, hardly speaking a word. Yet her calm and composed demeanor was truly astonishing.

Countless factions of every description groveled beneath this Zhao clan, driving this colossal entity forward.

The monster fumbled around in the cave for a long time until he dug out a storage box and dumped out its contents, which included numerous toys. Finally, he dismantled the steel wire from one of the toys, gathered President He's severed head and torso, and used the wire to sew them back together.

Zhu Yu's mindset was reasonably sound; he hadn't become so inflated from playing Xuzhu in Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils that he thought he could shoulder the leading role of an entire production by himself.

Mu Youxi shoved the door open, causing it to slam heavily against the wall. Mother Mu was also startled by her rough action.

The middle-aged man ignored him. As if he hadn't heard a thing, he smiled at the colorful spirit phoenix and casually stroked the soft feathers on the back of its neck.

Why did such an unwritten rule exist? In reality, the reason was very simple: it stemmed from the tense doctor-patient relationship.

"If there is a next time, I will definitely not let you off easily!" Ye Chen feigned anger and put her down.

However, the young man was wearing a mask, obscuring his facial features. He gave a few light coughs, raised his head, and stared at the Green Stone Mountain Orphanage for a very, very long time.

"Ah, a lingering sweetness, very comforting." Chen Mo smacked his lips thoughtfully a few more times, his eyes rolling as if savoring a delicacy, continuing to relish the aftertaste.

Meng Xianjun couldn't be bothered to deal with the others and pulled Tianye Yingzi aside. Since he voluntarily backed down, the others spared him some face and stopped giving Tianye Yingzi a hard time.

The Yu family was poor, and farming was not enough to sustain themselves. The house was filled with crying infants, the earthen jar contained not a grain of millet, and they had no means to earn a living.

Yang Guangcai had completely lost the domineering aura he had when he first walked through the door. He was trembling with fear, cutting a pathetic and pitiful figure as he begged for mercy.

Elder Yan Fu's profound and deeply rooted sigh could not help but make Ye Fei's eyes light up, filling his heart with admiration.

He swung his fist imprint once again. At that moment, the stars grew even brighter, colliding with the Fiery Rock Emperor once more.