Did Substitute No. 47 play today?

After the conquest of Jingzhou, what immediately followed was the arrival of an army of one hundred fifty thousand from Zhang Lu and the southern barbarians. At the head of Zhang Lu’s forces was none other than Zhang Lu himself, indicating his firm resolve to rescue Jingzhou. As for the southern barbarian troops, they were naturally led by Meng Huo; besides him, his tiger-riding wife, Lady Zhurong, was also present.

The elder’s weathered eyes flashed with a sharp brilliance as he swept his gaze over Yun Feng from head to toe, excitement gleaming in his eyes. At last, he let out a low chuckle.

Nevertheless, the results from the blood gene of the eleven mutated creatures were substantial. They finally caused Qin Long’s energy saturation to reach fifty-three percent, ushering him into the mid-third stage.

The dawn air of late April still carried a hint of chill. Hui Cai, dressed only in a thin nightgown, ran anxiously through the streets, back and forth several times, nearly to tears. She had no idea how to get to St. Berly’s Academy for the Gifted.

King Nan Hua, on the other hand, was momentarily taken aback. He studied Bai Fenghua’s expression closely, only to find it was clear and untroubled, lacking the passionate intensity it once held for him. Perhaps it was only his imagination, but he even thought he saw a glint of mockery and derision in Bai Fenghua’s eyes.

But Enforcer Number Two was in no hurry to give orders. His piercing gaze fixed on the nine side halls, he could not shake the feeling that something was amiss, that things were far more complicated than they seemed.

This silence was absolute—from the beginning of the war until the final devouring, Hongjun never once expressed any opinion or viewpoint on the matter in public. In truth, Hongjun had grown extremely low-key, choosing to retreat step by step in the face of the overwhelming assault.

Yun Feng carefully reviewed the competition rules and the additional rewards. For first place in the club ranking competition, each of the five participating team members would receive a mid-grade mineral, while every other member would be given a low-grade mineral.

Han Miaomiao hurried after them, her whole body instantly enveloped in an icy chill as she witnessed the scene.

“Of course I’m fine. Does Your Highness wish me ill?” Bai Fenghua turned her head slightly, smiling faintly. “A gentleman passed by just now and saved us.” With those words, Bai Fenghua had nothing more to say to King Nan Hua and walked straight ahead. Bai Zimo, Tonghe, and the prince followed closely behind and left as well.

To discuss this matter with Song Yuhuan, she and Song Qiming had specifically taken Song Yuhuan out to a restaurant, ordering all her favorite dishes.

Before joining the civil service of Great Liang, Magistrate Liu Guangju was a loyalist of the former Tang dynasty—a man who had encountered all manner of heroes in the world.

The viewing platform was crowded with officers of at least two bars and one star in rank. The squadron leader was also seated on the platform, and beside him sat a colonel, the executive deputy chief of the main detachment. They all watched the assessment with great interest.

Scorpion Lizard Douluo Zhang Peng looked visibly displeased, shooting Xian Liner a vicious glare before leaving with his men.

The soldiers participating in the military training had been selected from various squads, and there was no direct relationship of command and subordination between them and the leaders. The distinction between ranks seemed more relaxed.

In Su Moqiu’s eyes, his younger sister’s temperament was best suited for either the control or manifestation specialization as the optimal cultivation path.

“Don’t call me squad leader. I’m a deputy company officer now, an air force lieutenant,” Liu Ci retorted, feeling a bit put out after hearing Zhang Shun address Zhang Wei as ‘platoon leader’ while calling him merely ‘squad leader.’

To Su Mucheng, being a ranged fighter caught in close combat did not necessarily mean she was completely passive.

Long Hui returned to his room, wondering what kind of weapon Lord Zheng desired. Was it in preparation for the eastward migration of the State of Zheng?

Liang Ji had his trusted confidant, who was stationed by Emperor Zhi’s side, secretly mix poison into the emperor’s cakes. After eating the poisoned cake, Emperor Zhi felt suffocated and suffered abdominal pain. He died shortly after from the poisoning, at the age of only nine, in the palace at Luoyang.

He seemed to be in good spirits, even exchanging a high-five with Huang Yu as he left the court. After he stepped off, the Rockets substituted Battier for Budinger. But if Huang Yu remembered correctly, hadn’t Budinger injured his foot at training camp? Clearly, the butterfly effect he had set in motion was working well.

Here, in a gathering of the powerful, Warner stood out quickly, thanks to his cool demeanor and exceptional skills. After just a few battles, he became the center of attention—whenever Warner took the stage, the seats were always filled, and almost everyone placed their bets on his victory.

Zhao Yue recalled what Anlong had once told her. Back then, she’d disagreed with his words, but now she finally understood.

At this moment, he was overwhelmed by grief, as if the faces of his biological mother and Lady Zhou overlapped, shrouded in darkness, stabbing at his heart with a thousand steel needles—a pain so intense it tore him apart.

The shock rendered me completely awake. What was happening? How had I ended up sleeping beside Bian Yiqian?

Several demon towers had been destroyed by their rocket launchers, and along the way, some magical ballistae and catapults also fell victim to the rocket barrage—few ever managed to fire even a shot.

Hearing this, Man Luolan’s tears flowed even more, to the point where she could no longer restrain herself.

Wang Qitian had anticipated this situation long before. Having already learned of their plan from Pei Wei, he was not surprised and had made all the necessary preparations.

Fang Zhilang was momentarily at a loss for words. Ming Xiuyu’s expression remained calm as she summoned her eldest son, instructed him to look after his grandfather, then pushed open the door and left.

“We might as well take the main road,” Xuanxuan suggested. “If we meet anyone from the Orange Kingdom, we’ll just tell them our purpose. I don’t think he’ll try to stop us.”