Chapter 206: Shedding the Cicada’s Skin and Fleeing to the Northeast

The situation within Japan appeared to be one of "national unity" on the surface, but internally, it was a complete mess. First, the Cabinet, the Ministry of Finance, and the military were at each other’s throats over budget allocations. Second, the long-standing animosity between the Army and the Navy showed no signs of abating; in the scramble for military funding, both sides even resorted to bringing in imperial princes to settle the score. As for the Navy, the Fleet Faction had originally held absolute power, but the Treaty Faction’s old guard, Saito Makoto, had ascended to office. After an initial period, the man in black realized it was too late to withdraw his blade; furthermore, even if he had, Huangfu Rongruo’s strike would have continued with its momentum, proving equally fatal. Was this a film set? Yet, looking at Zhao Xi’er’s indifferent expression, it was clearly not. If Fan Zhao were to hear these words from Chiyuki, one wonders if he would give her a "like" and express his deep respect for Daoce’s foresight. The Yishi Historian notes: Fan Zhao strictly adheres to the two basic principles of a 21st-century model husband. First, the wife is always right. Second, if she is not right, please refer to the first rule.

Viewed in terms of its origins, the Underworld is actually the manifestation of the malevolent killing intent scattered throughout heaven and earth by the Nine Serenities Reincarnation Mirror. The Reincarnation Mirror currently being channeled by Changqing was birthed from the Nine Serenities Reincarnation Mirror itself; it is the first mirror in this world created in imitation of the original, possessing the profound secrets of the nine netherworlds and wielding the power of heaven and earth.

"It seems I've woken you all up as well. I thought I was the only light sleeper," said Ashley Hill.

"I also feel that this Anti-God Alliance is a good idea. If possible, I represent our Huangfu clan in joining the alliance right now," Huangfu Chengfeng declared, causing the eyelids of the Dao Ancestor and the others to twitch violently.

After the conversation concluded, both Haifeng and Bailu hung up simultaneously, each left to ponder the doubts weighing on their minds.

Meanwhile, screams filled the air incessantly. The puppet army of the Zhenwu Sect was being wiped out one after another, yet the various sects of the Immortal Realm and numerous rogue cultivators were also being slaughtered—some hoisted up by cold, sharp spearheads, dripping with blood, while others were smashed into pulp by spiked clubs, their bone fragments flying everywhere.

Although the dagger blocked the sword behind it, it was snapped in two by a single thrust. The thin blade, barely losing any speed, continued to pierce toward Leng Shuang.

At this moment, Ye Qingcheng’s mind was completely consumed by rage. He failed to notice that the man in white before him felt different from the mysterious man who always wore a gentle smile but maintained a profound sense of detachment.

"I hear you're angry?" The sound of wheelchair wheels turning announced his arrival before Xia Xun had even drawn near.

"Furthermore, I have heard recently that there are often people around you who meddle in your affairs. You are a renowned general who fights for us; why are you being swayed by others? There is an old Chinese saying: 'How can one allow another to snore beside one's own bed?' I hope you will think twice."

"My most loyal servant, Rommel, do you think that once our nearly one trillion Kshatriya citizens have mastered this method of utilizing magic energy, there will be anything left that can block our path forward?" A rare, wicked smile appeared on Hitler's rigid face.

Following a whistle from Liu Ba, the giant Fire Cloud Sparrow let out a long cry, changed direction, and returned along the path it had come.

He had no intention of integrating the Wanyue Sect; in fact, he took a series of measures to accelerate its demise. With the wealth of the sect and his own natural talent, he forcibly broke through to the Underworld-Transcending realm within a century, becoming famous far and wide.

A moment later, the owner served a few good dishes and brought him a bottle of Jinliufu. Zhao San quickly invited the owner to sit and eat together. The owner did not stand on ceremony, took two glasses, and filled them with wine.

Mu Youchen was completely devoid of his usual tenderness at this moment. His handsome eyes were cold as frost, and his entire being radiated a regal dominance that made one involuntarily succumb to fear.

Then, with a slightly duller "thud," Li Mingfeng successfully completed a parabolic free fall.