118. Attacking Yuan Shao

"Haha, Ziyu, you have finally arrived."

Outside the gates of a military camp in the suburbs of Jicheng, Xiahou Yuan stretched out his arms, warmly welcoming the arrival of Cao Xin and the Langya Cavalry.

"Miaocai, you have a fine view here. While we are out there fighting, you have run off here to enjoy the scenery." Cao Xin joked as he surveyed the encampment.

Xiahou Yuan’s camp was situated along the Jishui River, backed by several towering mountain peaks. With clear waters and lush greenery, it looked more like a tourist attraction.

"Good people are rewarded; the Captain is such a good person, he will surely live a long life." The two men prayed silently in their hearts, hoping that a miracle would occur.

On the Grand Line, on Pola Island, many naval soldiers were resting, and not far away, a massive warship was anchored at the shore.

The Tian Tai Kingdom was not a particularly large nation on the planet Tianling. However, the country’s commerce was exceptionally developed. Consequently, goods flowing here from all corners of the world accounted for a significant proportion of its economy.

In the moment he shouted his declaration, Wang Baining felt his aging heart fill once again with boiling, passionate blood. In that instant, he grasped the noble realm of his ancestors—that fierce, death-defying spirit of heroic struggle. If the organization were to order him to the front lines, Wang Baining would not hesitate.

"Your abilities are quite terrifying, but it is a pity you have no time to continue developing them." Tang Ming glanced at Aldridge and shook his head with a touch of regret.

And so, when Liu Zong returned to the space he had rented, he was accompanied by nearly a thousand more flood dragons.

Legend has it that the Yuan surname descended from a certain deity. Although the legend is ancient and impossible to verify, one can see from the fact that the founding emperors of most dynasties sought to establish a connection to the Yuan name that such rumors are rarely without foundation.

Then, he shifted his periscope horizontally, attempting to find changes that differed from his memories.

After hunting down the prey in the sky, the fighter squadron did not immediately depart. Instead, they lowered their altitude and continued to fly, hovering now directly over the tide of corpses.

This was something Shangguan Xiaoyao had not anticipated. He had assumed that as long as he used the Bagua formation map to locate Chu Congyun in advance and struck directly without wasting time, he would be able to prevent Chu Congyun from destroying the numerous realms of the Divine World, thereby achieving his goal.

The Japanese are not kind people. If they were to pry open the mouths of our black compatriots, Mali Binzi would be exposed, and Guan Jinli’s Operation Hummingbird—the plan to plant Mali Binzi within the highest-secret organ of the Japanese military—would be ruined.

Her body was as soft as if she had no bones, and every movement was extremely bewitching. Combined with her innocent yet unbridled face, she was like a living vixen.

"Hmph! Whether it is done well or not is for the chef to decide. Are you planning to reward the chef?" Zhou Fang teased coquettishly.

If Ye Youyao went to pursue Daoist Ziyin, he would be unable to look after Su Qin and the others, and he gnashed his teeth in anger. He had thought that this time, Daoist Ziyin would surely escape.

"Then shall we exchange hugs instead?" Ouyang Zheng said such an improper thing with a straight face, leaving Hua Xi stunned once again.

Others were running, hiding in the safest places they could find, but Dongling Huang was the opposite. She could not hide, and she could not flee. Here were her subjects and her people. If she fled, they would be finished.

I shook my head at it, cursing and grumbling. I didn't care that it couldn't understand me; I just kept complaining that this was a death wish, telling it to get lost and play elsewhere, so we could each go our own way.

Zhang Yang closed his eyes, adjusted his divine power to its maximum state, and projected it in every direction like a thousand arrows being shot, searching to the absolute limit of his reach.

Seeing this, Ye Chen rushed forward in a panic, but he was restrained by Wulei with a flick of her hand—an Imperial-level binding spell, peerless and overbearing.

Back then, when Wu Yuhan heard that he had chosen Xia Chuanzi, she must have felt even more desperate than he did now, right?