Chapter 48: Liu Zhe’s Prestige, Yan Fei Stuns the Entire Audience

Upon hearing this, everyone felt a chill run through their hearts, immediately thinking of Tie Jiang and the others behind the Flying Dragon. No one had seen this group before, yet their strength easily overwhelmed those of the same rank. Could the cloaked figure before them be a remnant of that faction?

As for why Qin Feng didn’t snatch this hero, it was simply that using this hero in lane only allowed for self-preservation without gaining any advantage. It was better to choose someone more conservative, less likely to be targeted by others—Clockwork was an excellent choice.

“Cai Xia was personally trained by me, yet you still refuse to believe it. What more do you have to say?” Yue Xiangxue stepped forward, her delicate face brimming with pride.

The Supreme Taoist sighed gently, his form blending seamlessly with the world, as if he were one with nature itself. The Primordial Taoist and the Spirit Treasure Taoist nodded in agreement, determined to ascend to the sacred throne after this calamity.

Glancing back, they saw the Red-Haired Demon King exhaling fiercely, black smoke billowing out like a volcano about to erupt, a sight that struck fear into all who witnessed it.

Huang Di’s gaze shifted to Fu Ling’s face, no questions needed to guess the story. Years ago, he had sown discord between her and the Eagle King, leading to the death of all her subordinates at the hands of the Eagle King. Only Fu Yue had escaped with her, and now it seemed they had reconciled.

Especially during times of a corrupt and incompetent court, a grandmaster of martial arts could act with impunity. Anyone seeking to capture such a formidable expert needed to carefully weigh whether their own head was sturdy enough to take on the risk.

After giving a few last instructions, Ning Hao hung up the phone and headed toward the marketplace.

Though just awakened and only slightly aware of the situation, Ge Lin knew that to regain control of the air force, he first had to secure the support of his old subordinates.

Facing the zombies before him, Ning Hao immediately sensed an overwhelming force. This “Awu” zombie was not something to be easily dealt with.

When Hei Que begged for mercy before his death, he said if they spared him, with his expertise in medicine, he could protect them and provide the best backup. At that moment, Qu Liuxi coldly uttered three words.

This territory was, in the minds of the Kobolds, their final homeland and the last shred of their racial dignity.

At first, many officials from the Han King faction had pledged allegiance to him, their gatherings bustling daily with flattering voices. Immersed in these intoxicating sounds, King Qi once felt invigorated, believing his strength was growing day by day, confident that his faction could rival the Crown Prince’s.

Moreover, the regions where the insect race went berserk were not limited to these nine places. Other areas also saw massive landings of insect hordes, and under the leadership of the Xumu tribe, thousands of insects launched frenzied attacks on nearby towns.

This was a secret technique passed down from the Maoshan lineage, a demon-slaying finger. If aimed at the forehead of an ordinary zombie or vengeful spirit, it would instantly shatter their soul and body, or at the very least, knock them flying with a single strike.

“This is Han Peng, a violent type, but his power isn’t violent at all. You’ll see when dealing with the Red Armored Insects. His energy capacity is 80,000 C,” a burly man greeted Su Zhuo.

Chi Danmei was seductive and alluring, with a figure that made any man’s mouth water—curves in all the right places that stirred desire with just a glance.

“I am not a man; I am a god. You say this is your room—does it bear your name?” Turning around, Ye Feng’s first sight was a cold mask. The man was clad entirely in black armor, even his mask was black.

By the beach, Su Zhan found a rock to sit on. Gazing upon the land he had lived on for thirty years, his heart swelled with nostalgia and reluctance. But now that his identity was exposed, he no longer had the right to remain on Sand Island.

Perhaps because human-made robots were modeled after human skeletons, various robots, including intelligent ones, followed this template. They resembled human skeletons but were reinforced, thickened, and equipped with weapons and armor.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the ghost swiftly drew a dagger, striking swiftly. The blade pierced the hearts of two people, and when the ghost rose again, only bloodstains and three corpses remained.

Yet Jiang Tie remained the highest-ranked general of the Second Heavenly Emperor rank and also the commander of the Ice Soul Legion, one of the three super fleets. This was closely tied to his seniority and loyalty.

The tea was warm and smooth; Wukong took another large sip, his gaze drifting until he found Fahai staring intently at him from across the table.

In fact, these were all habitual thoughts. Arthur, as the oldest hero qualified for King of Glory, had for a long time been unable to appear in high-level matches, used only by beginners to familiarize themselves with the game.

His goal was to make the entire Demon Tower his unquestioned domain. Those who did not obey him would be expelled; only those who supported and were loyal to him would remain. This was the life he desired.

Dust on the ground gradually settled and dispersed. He quietly activated his fiery gaze, scrutinized carefully, then slowly lowered his body.

Today, the enchanting woman had her long, black, silky hair pinned up with a hairpin. Her fiery red dress made her look even more captivating and seductive.

For a moment, voices of regret, sighs of helplessness, and curses echoed throughout the hall, creating a chaotic scene.

Lang Qi looked through the window at the nearby tightly closed gate. Surrounding it were towering walls, impossible to climb.

At the hour of the morning, servants in the mansion had prepared Fang Qifo’s official robes and were assisting him in dressing for court. Before a large mirror, Fang Qifo stood for a long time, sighed softly, and then set off. After the devastating losses at the Jiazhou battle, he was to resign his post as marshal of the army today.