Volume 1, Chapter 35: Brother Gu, don't be afraid; I will protect you.

Following the thunderous roar, countless fragments of shattered realms surged from the earth, carried by an overwhelming momentum as they vanished into the void. To the other heavenly daos, it seemed that the Heavenly Dao of the Three Moon Realm had been far too greedy, which was precisely what had led to the subsequent chain of events.

Yuan Shao sat atop his horse, feeling relaxed and smug. He particularly enjoyed this state of affairs: using his formidable generals to completely crush the enemy's morale, then, with a single command, delivering a decisive blow to seal his victory. It felt as though he were riding the momentum of destiny, effortlessly dismantling the desperate struggles of his foes.

Coincidentally, Boss Cao had sent an envoy named Zhang Xiang to Jiaozhi. Shi Xie had initially considered sending Xu Jing to Xuchang to counter Boss Cao, but unfortunately, Zhang Xiang held a grudge against Xu Jing and wanted nothing more than to see him dead.

Wukong spoke once more, noting that if it were not for the peerless nature of the Six-Ears Spiritual Art, they would never have known that their Sect Leader had appeared here.

Xiao Yao bid farewell to General Guo and departed, accompanied by Pu Xingtang. Diwu Lingfa did not linger long either. The two generals exchanged a glance, both harboring a sense of growing indignation.

The Old Ancestor of Bone-Touching had been working within the Hidden Sect for over three hundred years; naturally, he had seen many people and understood the nuances of worldly affairs.

The other thugs began to jeer and stir up trouble. They had only one task today: to linger and make a nuisance of themselves, ensuring that Lin Tian could not conduct any business.

This process did not last long, however. After about ten minutes, Lin Tian saw a circular, white light appear beneath his feet.

Carrying the Soul-Guiding Lantern and the Soul-Calling Banner, I walked out of the dormitory building once more. Looking around, I felt utterly frustrated. I had thought retrieving one of the soul fragments would be a smooth process, only to be scared off by the overwhelming righteous aura of a dozen soldiers.

"The moment you cursed me on stage, I became even more certain of you. I was not wrong," Hong Ri said.

Hua Yileng narrowed his eyes, squinting at her with annoyance, and gave her arm a protesting pinch.

Clang! The shimmering green blade, Thousand Leaves, was veiled in a six-colored aura, parrying the five-colored sword light that struck toward it. The sword marks were clear and distinct. As Yu Feng swung Thousand Leaves to block, he was nonetheless left with several wounds.

His other hand tightened its grip on Ji Tianmo, who was in his arms, pinning down the two claws that were about to burst forth from beneath the goose-down quilt.

Bei Xuening’s lips twitched. Seeing a withered vine lash out toward her, she dodged instantly and leaped onto a high embankment.

"Huang Qingwan, do you... really care about me?" Di Wu Xie looked at her, the corners of his lips curling into a mocking smile, though his voice remained icy cold.

Xing Yue gave Yang Silan a provocative look as she said this, especially when she uttered the final sentence.

The belated Zhou Xuanjun spotted Ling Li as she stepped out of the police car. He had moved the vehicle here without authorization for their sake, yet Ling Li was not the tearful mess he had imagined. Instead, she was incredibly calm, even wearing a sneer. The more she acted this way, the more worried he became.

In the center of the chaotic battle lay a thick, massive ice serpent. Its body was covered in wounds, bleeding profusely, and its abdomen had been ripped open—clearly, someone had already extracted its inner core.

"Heh, I’ll have to think about that carefully. I’ll tell you once I’ve decided. I never imagined that a plot from a movie would actually happen to me. If I had known, I should have asked for a hundred, a thousand requests!" She felt a twinge of regret.

Mist began to spread rapidly, sweeping toward Shen Yingjie and his companion with clear intent. The rolling fog was menacing, as if hiding something truly terrifying within. The bird calls from earlier turned shrill, then shifted into hisses and roars.

With a loud crash, a dark-faced man with large ears leaped down from the sky, landing right in front of Lin Peng and the others.

Even for the Divine Venerables of Wansheng Mountain, one would need Zhuang Jian to seize a thread of World Power during the struggle for supremacy in the void to evolve and reach that level. A single wisp of such divine consciousness would be enough to cause countless factions to fight to the death.

"This... Fourth Young Master... understood!" Old Li had wanted to ask why, but seeing the Fourth Young Master's grim expression, he refrained and obeyed the order instead.

The Parthian Empire was vast, covering nearly three million square kilometers with a population of nearly thirty million. Its army of over a million was primarily composed of heavy cavalry, which were formidable and sturdy. This was why Parthia could hold its own against the Great Qin Empire when vying for control of Armenia and the Mesopotamia region.

"Haha, that's right. But aren't you the captain of the Red Eagles? Shouldn't I be asking you for instructions?" Tie Long joked.

Thinking this to himself, he snorted inwardly. While cursing his own poor planning and disparaging the profiteers, he stepped forward, ready to leave. Suddenly, a chaotic noise erupted from behind, a deep voice intermingled with sharp, feminine cries, immediately piquing Gu Luo's curiosity.

Zhuang Jian swept a glance over the ruins with a look of pity; there were still many lingering life signs, but this was no time for rescue—he had to resolve the major problem first. With a movement of his body, he vanished, leaving the place empty and in total disarray.

Guo Nianfei laughed uncontrollably at Ling Xueer’s disheveled state, for Ling Xueer’s hair was now a mess, a disarray that carried a hint of allure.