Volume One, Chapter 44: The Outrageous Voting Incident

After a succession of fierce battles in the Holy Land of the Demon Clan and a long and arduous journey, Qin Yan was utterly exhausted. He longed to return to his own room and have a sound, peaceful rest.

Lu Feng’s killing intent suddenly erupted with tangible force, transforming into billowing waves that swept outward.

At Qin Guanhong’s order, the members of the Qin family let out a synchronized shout and charged forward toward the zombies of the Gao family.

"Hmph, Great Dao Sound Transmission!" Long Tianqi let out a cold snort as his hands began to rub together continuously. He then formed a bizarre hand seal, curling both hands into orchid fingers before crossing them. At the same time, the Bridge of the Great Dao across the plaza instantly vanished, transforming into a spiritual pearl that returned to Long Tianqi’s sea of consciousness.

"No way, aren't you guys a bit too enthusiastic?" Lin Yifeng cast a哭笑不得 (speechless yet amused) glance at everyone around him.

With the assistance of the Cangyan Realm, the Chaotic World took shape rapidly, gradually giving birth to one cosmic galaxy after another. The spiritual energy within these galaxies was terrifyingly dense, and the resources were astonishingly bountiful—one could grab a handful of top-tier artifact-refining materials almost anywhere on the ground.

"There is also my fifty thousand elite soldiers at Nanya Pass, along with the four major generals and various commanders, and so on and so forth," Ouyang Ming replied, his brow furrowing slightly. He was growing somewhat weary of the attitude these uncles of his had displayed lately.

However, the space below contained a rather decent spiritual vein. Huang Xuanling secretly took note of it and plugged the newly dug cave entrance with a stone.

"Even if our army captures Zhuozhuo, we can still fly the rebel banners all over the city walls. If we prevent any deserters from fleeing the city, Zhang Ju will have no alternative but to turn his army around. If our forces then launch a surprise cavalry charge against them, the enemy will inevitably rout!" Xiao Yi paused briefly before Xi Zhicai seamlessly picked up the thread, their cooperation exceptionally tacit.

Desolate City was an ancient city within the Great Desolation, as well as the most yearning holy land for the warriors of the Great Desolation. Outside the gates of Desolate City, Long Tian’s figure had already arrived.

"Master... General Yan Ming stayed behind to cover the rear and fell into the enemy encirclement!" As the army began to retreat, Jiang Qi prepared to turn his horse around, but the moment he pulled the reins, a blood-soaked eagle-handler stumbled over in a breathless rush to report.

"He's merely a worm that bullies the weak and fears the strong," a handsome middle-aged man walked out from behind the wall and sat down in the seat Emmanuel had just vacated, saying expressionlessly.

Yin Zhaojing had the worst complexion among them. As the highest-status martial artist under the age of thirty, it went without saying that he definitely possessed this memory-collection device.

"Ah, it somehow feels like it's been a long time since we last went to the battlefield together," Murong Chen said with a smile.

He had anticipated that Hao Xin might feel resentment towards his mother's arrival—after all, he himself loathed Ling Qing—yet he had never expected Hao Xin's reaction to be so fierce.

He opened his mouth and spat out countless divine runes. The runes rippled outward like a massive net, enshrouding the heavens and earth and wrapping around the entire terrain.

In the distance, a flash of blue light swept past in an instant. As Ze, who was standing closer to that side, turned his head, he caught sight of a soaring crimson dragon.

I was left speechless on the spot. Faced with Renaud's request, I found it difficult to make a choice. Not just me, even Zeratul fell into silence. This wasn't because we didn't want to do it, but because it was genuinely hard to execute.

Kabadi let out a roar, slamming his palms downward in mid-air and pointing at Night Cloud. Immediately afterward, carbon rods as sharp and hard as thorns suddenly and frantically erupted from beneath Night Cloud's feet, spreading across a four-meter radius around him. Night Cloud had no time to evade, nor could he mount an effective defense in time.

Tong Tong was driven to madness, accompanied by a profound and overwhelming sense of remorse. If she hadn't been too soft-hearted back then and spared those two, how could Mo Fan have been assassinated by an Earth Immortal today?

Of course, some people could not comprehend how Lin Yilymeng's mind worked, wondering how she could conceive of all those dots and lines while keeping a clear head without getting herself tangled up in knots.

Huaishu was beaten covered in wounds, unable to move a muscle. Yet even in such a state, his hand remained tightly clenched around the spirit-storage pouch.

The forest was quite comfortable and exceptionally desolate, occasionally carrying an elusive, faint stench. However, since they were wandering beggars, they didn't mind it in the least.

The sound of the oath grew from a whisper to a roar, becoming louder and louder. From peerless experts to ordinary commoners, they all raised their right hands. At this moment, no one bothered to question whether Lin Yimeng's words were true, because they believed that Lin Yimeng would not deceive them.

"Follow me. I'll take you to see my true identity." Without any further explanation, Sun Wukong stepped forward, grabbed me in a tight embrace, and pulled me into the spacetime tunnel.

Listening to the elderly song, Li Tianqi thought of his own background and his adoptive mother, feeling deeply moved to the point of tearfulness. He hurriedly turned his head to wipe his eyes.

What kind of wretched place was this damned old man Yun Ting living in, anyway? It was so dangerous, riddled with mechanisms everywhere. Oh right, where were Yun Ting and the others?

As the saying goes: The divine golden bell lies hidden in the silt, mortals merely treat it as an ordinary stone. Suddenly one day the bell is hoisted high, and all within and without the universe are left in shock.

"Brother Fei! Why are you in such an elegant mood to come over today? Planning to set up a stage for a performance? Where is Chen Guang?" Xiao Yunfei asked with a smile. With this group of people here, judging by this momentum, it seemed he wouldn't need to make a move himself today.

Empress Yi sighed, looking helplessly at Bai Fengrou. Her meaning was crystal clear: she had merely been curious about Madam Wei, yet the people around her were trying to stir up a narrative to blacken Bai Fengrou's name.

Sure enough, Liang Jun and Pixiu beside him slowly drew closer. A white light clung to Liang Jun's face, and his features began to shift, gradually transforming from a middle-aged uncle into the appearance of a man in his early twenties.

From the very instant he was genetically modified into cancer cells, and at the very beginning of his existence, Zai Ai had been his spiritual pillar and the only true god in his heart.

However, compared to Uzumaki Naruto who possessed a "chakra-ton," Uzumaki Karin, and Zai Ai, the gap was not just a little bit significant.

Outside the gates of the Palace Internal History, a crowd of people gathered every day wanting to purchase land. The officials handling matters at the Palace Internal History office were unusually calm, stating only that the detailed regulations had not yet been finalized and sales were not yet open.

Ying Dongjun used to feel that the phrase "peerlessly brilliant and charming, with no equal in the world" applied to him and him alone.