Volume 1, Chapter 23: Revenge Served!

Nezha did not hesitate. As the Linglong Pagoda pursued him, the flames on his Wind Fire Wheels flared up intensely. Suddenly, he surged higher and performed a backflip in the sky. His landing point was precisely in the direction of Li Jing.

“Come on! I’ll go down with you!” Nezha shouted.

Before Li Jing could react, Nezha wrapped his arms around his waist. At that moment, the Linglong Pagoda instantly expanded, enveloping both of them overhead.

“Haha, this is the first time I’ve seen someone so utterly reckless,” Pan Zhengxiang laughed heartily, as if hearing a ridiculous joke.

Ma Xiaoqian was momentarily stunned but then realized that Surena had stepped on a stone, which rolled and caused Surena to lose balance and fall.

In an instant, Zheng Xiyi understood. No matter the occasion, Liu Zaishi always remained low-key. So whenever he was sober, he wouldn’t speak with such a brash tone. Today, he was truly drunk and at home, which explained his boldness.

Liu Bei then summoned Zhang Fei and Yan Yan, saying, “If anything happens, discuss it thoroughly with Zibu and the others. Remember this well.” After giving these instructions, Liu Bei, along with Mi Zhu and the others, headed north toward Qingzhou.

The next day, Zhang Mazi came to inform Ma Xiaoqian that everything was ready. Ma Xiaoqian could now proceed to the Town Pacification Office’s prison.

Similarly, that force of spatial power existed in this way. Chaos resided within space itself, so it was closely intertwined with spatial energy. Hence, in this moment, that chaotic force also exhibited the characteristics of spatial power.

As for their strange conversation, it didn’t matter. She was in no rush; sooner or later, she would find out anyway.

Liangshan suddenly brightened. The cultivation of the Hūn sound completely suppressed the Three Realms’ Gu Scriptures. As long as the practice of the Hūn sound continued to strengthen, safety was assured.

When Liu Bei’s army arrived, they saw the camp at Yijing stretching endlessly, banners blotting out the sky. Liu Bei laughed, “Yuan Benchu really shows off his might.” He then ordered the generals to prepare meals, and as noon struck, they launched the attack.

In the lord’s mansion meeting room, several generals of the territory sat around, along with Shui Chaoyang, who oversaw the entire army.

Waiting was always long. Wu Cheng, thinking about the scene he would witness tomorrow, became excited and couldn’t sleep that night, quietly sitting cross-legged the entire evening.

On the twelfth day, early in the morning, two corps began moving toward York City. By nightfall, they reached the forest west of York City.

But how was this possible? Magma, a natural phenomenon—was Yun Ling really going to dig a trench to guide it out?

Though knowing Tian Feng’s answer was modesty, it also made him realize Ju Shou’s abilities. Now Yuan Shao somewhat regretted letting Xu You speak up; otherwise, if only Zhang He had gone, there might have been real problems.

“All right, don’t be so nervous. This is just Kayako’s soul fragment. It has no real combat power, at most comparable to that Alaskan spirit last time, and can’t cause much harm,” Wu Cheng smiled, seeing their anxious expressions.

As the excavation continued, the wall behind the vampire mask was uncovered, revealing a mural submerged underground for more than three hundred years.

Her eyes scanned Lin Shen, passed over Lin Li’s face, then reluctantly shifted to Caitlin’s worried expression.

Lin Li couldn’t help but smile. Everything he had done was meaningful.

Then a phantom of a fiery dragon swept through. Yun Ling kept swinging his staff, casting one spell after another without pause.

Therefore, thoughtful Lin Li had to slightly reduce the combat strength of the wasteland wolves, just enough to make them evenly matched, allowing them to fight.

Earlier, they had found the cave where Old Taoist Li’s disciples hid but found no trace of Liu Bei or Zhang Fei. They searched the surrounding area thoroughly but still found nothing.