Chapter 26: The Surging Waves

The front lines were locked in a drawn-out struggle, and the Tiger Guard soldiers had begun launching suicidal attacks. The most honorable way to die was summed up in the final line of their twenty-eight-character military code: on the battlefield, the Tiger Guard had no wounded men. Any injured soldier would rather fight to the death with the enemy than burden his comrades.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Huang Xuanling hurled several fire wheels, scorching the ant queen and the man-eating ants beside it, their shrieks piercing the air. In an instant, another swarm of man-eating ants was incinerated.

What should have been a flawless ambush, almost without suspense, had become this tangled disaster! Luo Tong felt as if some invisible net was slowly closing in from above, enveloping them all...

From somewhere nearby, a cold voice spoke: "I don't care who you are. Tell your boss—if you want to play with us, you’re out of your league! Those two dogs of yours are with me. If you want them back, come to the ditch on the right of the signpost two hundred kilometers from the provincial capital. If you’re late, you’ll be picking up corpses!" Without waiting for Cui Yuxi to reply, the call was cut off.

Tang Xin’s single statement instantly rippled through the dozen or so young men and women, shaking them to their core. This was their very foundation, something that could never be shaken.

The middle-aged man regarded the elderly gentleman with deep respect, as if a student seeking wisdom from his teacher.

As Ye Han spoke, he continued to stroke the spirit fox’s head. The fox clearly enjoyed it, rubbing its head insistently against Ye Han’s body.

Today, this middle-aged man, Yu Lei, had managed to sense the level of Ye Han’s cultivation method through aura alone.

Tang Xin lowered his head at last, his gaze fixed with unwavering calm on the beggar, whose pink glow grew ever more dazzling.

Suddenly, from the distant heights of the tallest mountain, a deafening roar shattered the sky, and an unimaginably terrifying black gas erupted forth.

Inside the vat, the water’s surface had already frozen over. Through the ice, a white wax figure could be clearly seen submerged below.

Yet whether it was a single tail or a puddle of green blood, both pulsed with an undeniable, living presence.

Hearing this, Chu Feng glanced at Ao Yan, the Cosmic God. Though they had fought side by side, that did not mean they shared a close bond.

"Are those creatures really that formidable?" Meng Jun asked cautiously, eyes on the Nine-tailed Celestial Fox.

At the auction earlier, Chu Feng had bid twice—once offering ten plants of the Herb Ancestor, and once a Creation Artifact. Heaven only knew how many treasures Chu Feng still kept hidden.

When Liu Xing, lost in her own thoughts, finally noticed Dong Hai’s reflection in the window, she realized Dong Hai was hiding behind the door, spying on her. Dong Hai seemed unaware she’d been seen.

Was Mandela shaking from anger, or from shame? With the look of a man cornered, he glared right back at Liu Xing.

Chu Feng’s physique was even stronger than those born with divine bodies; his soul was the unique Five Elements Primordial Soul, seen perhaps only once in eternity.

Qin Yu forced a bitter smile. As a man, he couldn’t go back on his word. What Xu Weiwei asked—simply to drink some water—certainly did not violate any law or moral code.

Han Laifu and Duan Feng shouted in unison—never before had they been so scorned! Especially Duan Feng, who was used to striding arrogantly through Dali; when had he ever been so insulted?

"It’s late—don’t stare like an owl. You should be sleeping, aren’t you an insomniac? Where do you find so much to say?" Mu Zhijun’s mood had clearly soured when he entered the room, yet now he seemed strangely energized.

Now, the only thing repeating in her mind was the memory of Yu Xiubai’s handsome, clean face as she woke.

He had meant to call Mu Zhijun to report the matter, but Jian Yijun was urging him urgently, and since it truly was a pressing affair, he took several bodyguards and personally accompanied her to the hospital.

Today, Fu Rou was exceptionally beautiful—her white gauze dress was noble and elegant, her porcelain-doll face only adding to the dreamlike effect.

Now, Xiao Chen had reached the ninth level, perfectly concealing his human identity. It was even safer than before, when Yang Yu had led the way, so what was there to fear?

Lu Wu kept glancing at her as he played dice. Seeing her so lively, he didn’t bother to urge her to rest.

After his father died, his longing for a man to rely on only grew stronger. Yet Tang Xiao was absolutely not the right person for her.

Though he knew it was a lie, he couldn’t be sure whether Yuyao would believe it, or let her imagination run wild.

Soon, the waiter returned with a fresh napkin, on which was drawn a mischievous little Wangcai, playful and devilish at once.

Waking up in the morning to find the ghost gone—where had he gone, and when did he leave? She had no idea.

Those obviously not of proper age would be stopped outside the central square, to avoid disrupting the admissions process.

The system suddenly understood: although Ximen Qin had always helped Wind and Cloud, he was also using them. While Bu Jingyun could die of old age, who knew if he might pass his skills on to his own son?

After the meal, Nie Feng went outside to enjoy the view. Second Dream happened to meet him and struck up a conversation about Nie Feng’s beloved and his female confidantes.

Though a nation as vast as this was not without masters of mimicry, few could rival Lin Chen; if not the last, then certainly the first of his kind.

"Or what?" Suddenly, a calm voice rang out from the forest below, startling everyone. Instantly, all eyes turned as one to the forest’s edge, filled with surprise and confusion—who dared provoke this formidable figure?

Lin Tianyin and several other disciples eyed Yun He and his companions warily, afraid they might take advantage of the situation to cause trouble.