Volume One, Chapter 51: You Wouldn't Want Your Husband to Know, Would You?

At present, the new army is equipped with large-caliber pistols for all officers. While these sidearms have decent stopping power, they are riddled with flaws: a low capacity, holding only a single round; poor accuracy, making any shot beyond ten meters a matter of luck; and slow reloading, as there is neither a cylinder nor a magazine, requiring each bullet to be loaded directly into the barrel.

Moreover, with their innate vital energy at its weakest, if now isn’t the time to launch a surprise attack, then when? Yang Ming crashed to the ground, spitting blood; in truth, his direct clash with Han Long had left him with internal injuries.

The air carried only the faint, lingering fragrance of tea tree spirits, while bubbles exploded in the molten lakes, yet not a trace of sulfur could be detected.

Because of all these chaotic tasks, the four-person team, though they’d received my call and raced to finish their work, still couldn’t arrive immediately. This set in motion the chain of events that followed.

As special forces, they excel at combat in harsh environments. Though Yang Ming’s cultivation was high, that didn’t grant him foresight to anticipate danger.

Fifty cannons thundered forward to the front lines, their black muzzles all fixed upon the ramparts of Shanhai Pass.

The banners of the Great Celestial Star Formation, radiant as clouds and sharp as blades, shredded every meteor fragment that might have wrought destruction, sealing them away in some unknown place. The two sides entered a deadlock.

“How interesting—what kind of divine art is this?” He couldn’t quite grasp it, but it was certain the Hydra had been wounded; unable to reason it out, he simply let it go. Yang Ming entered Room 503, leapt over the ruined rear wall, and landed on the street, where Fu Hongxue was just finishing his own battle.

Before a word was spoken, Baron Fast had already subdued Count Harrison. Yet Lorne seemed oblivious, stepping in for Sophia, relaying the message to Hayden.

“Wait a moment, I’m going to wash my hands first.” Jin Feng was rather superstitious; he insisted on washing his hands, and since there was still some time before the semifinals, he slipped away, scrubbing his hands over and over in the restroom.

Behind me, six radiant wings beat ceaselessly. I raised the Staff of Socrates and swung it forward; the holy sword, shimmering with silvery light, exuded an aura of sanctity as it met the Demon Emperor’s primal curse head-on.

Noticing how awkwardly the other party changed the subject, Kasumigaoka Utaha, with her keen mind, immediately sensed something was off.

“Work? What work?” Eiri was stunned. How could this shut-in, this hopeless homebody, possibly have a job? Besides, he certainly wasn’t short on money.

Hearing Ryu Si-shin’s voice, Jessica Jung dared not lift her head. All her previous bravado had been fueled by red wine; now, in retrospect, she was mortified.

“We’ve investigated. That company is a shell. The real owner behind it is Ian Quinn,” Olesis said.

“You’re going to Revolution Island?” Xie Zhiqing patted her half-asleep son and motioned for Yaoguang to take the child out.

Once all was settled, Niu Youdao beckoned, and Blackstone stepped out. After finalizing arrangements for their entry into Yunzong, he officially led the group away.

Qin Si sighed deeply, “In the end, it’s him who profits.” The old man’s given name, “Shao,” turned out to be quite apt.

“All right, see you at the usual place tonight.” In Korea, there are only a handful of media outlets; most reporters know each other well. For photos that aren’t exclusives, it’s common to share among colleagues.

Yin Feng had a suspicion—the “it” in question might refer to the Desolate Cauldron. Yet the withered elder was anything but ordinary, radiating golden light and a terrifying aura of power despite his frail body. So perhaps the “it” he mentioned was something else entirely.

I picked up the necklace and found it hadn’t turned to stone as it had before. Opening it, I found an urgent message: “A friend is calling for help. Will you transmit?” When a friend is in trouble, how could I not help? Without hesitation, I pressed “yes.”

Fang Ruosheng spat out several mouthfuls of water, slowly coming to. At first, she was delighted to see Sujia, but her joy swiftly faded.

Absentmindedly opening the wardrobe, there was a thud—a box of purple sandalwood tumbled out, making Qiu Ruo frown.

All were formidable warriors who had absorbed the Dragon God's soul power. In the future, Canglei Mountain would surely earn a fearsome reputation across the Eastern Domain, at least for this generation.

“No need! We have this!” Chen Cheng declared, producing a softly glowing stone from his ring.

Trembling, she covered her face with both hands, unable to believe the reflection was really herself. Yan Wei shot Mo Xu a reproachful glare.

Uncle Feng’s talents were indeed limited; he often couldn’t grasp things at once and needed Aunt Chen’s constant guidance.

Hualian offered a few more words of concern, reminding him to seek her out if anything felt amiss. Long Fei was never one to sit still; granted three days’ leave by Hualian, he ran out as soon as he felt better—only to bump into a thunderstorm the moment he stepped outside.

“The weakest point in the defense?” Everyone was stunned. This supposedly flawless defense was top-tier—how could it possibly be the weakest link?

If asked which known force he detested most, the Star Alliance was at the top of Liu Yi’s list. To be fair, the Star Alliance had never gone out of their way to provoke him; it was always Liu Yi meddling in their affairs that brought trouble. Yet he despised them utterly—their ruthlessness, their willingness to do anything to achieve their ends, their utter lack of humanity.