As for whether Wei Zhao's death would ruin the great enterprise of her Celestial Academy, that was now entirely beyond the scope of her considerations.

The only thing Yun Wushuang had to do now was vent her fury.

In the end, Wei Zhao did not even have time to flee before he was swallowed whole by the deep purple energy.

It was over.

Every heart in the crowd sank.

With Wei Zhao dead, the whole of Tianjun would be buried along with him.

The next second, a blade-light burst without warning from the mass of deep purple energy, slicing through...

Along with the black columns of smoke rising above the Beiyang Fleet and the fierce fighting spirit of its officers and men, the Beiyang Fleet promptly set sail in mighty array toward the waters of the ambush.

"What's happened to me?" Jiang Hua asked Zhuge Changfeng, wearing an innocent look.

Another cruiser of the Beiyang Fleet was also struck in its crew quarters by the main guns of the Siberia, another Sovereign-class battleship of the Pacific Fleet. Seawater poured in through the breach, though the damage was not fatal; the wounded cruiser was still furiously returning fire on the right wing of the Pacific Fleet.

Nige was plainly unwilling to test whether his own neck was harder than Camus's blood-demon greatsword, and even less willing to let the powerful Camus draw near. He had no choice but to use his escape skill again, darting three times in succession to the right to open the distance from Camus once more, leaving Camus, who chased behind, black-faced with fury.

He swept his gaze over them one by one. Apart from Qianyi, everyone else's eyes flickered—not one of them dared look that beauty in the face.

"I don't know," Zhao Xin said foolishly. The azure light flew back once more, and the Super God Warriors hurriedly surrounded the azure glow, their weapons locked onto it. "Tell me, fellow students, is this truly how you treat your teacher?" The azure glow around Qingming gradually dispersed, revealing Qingming in casual clothes.

Hearing this, Wei Haoyang's formerly placid expression shifted. The nation's largest, world-class petroleum-centered industrial park—that single slogan alone perfectly displayed Nie Zhenbang's bold vision.

"Got it!" Tang Huang slapped his forehead, suddenly tossing aside the Azure King's Axe and crouching down to embrace the base of the iron frame.

Lu Tianchong rushed forward in great strides—though "great strides" hardly described it; it was more like he rolled over. Two sharp smacks rang out, and Meng Anju's cheeks swelled, a handprint on each side of his face.

Hu Yanbo was so enthusiastic, so eager to extend the invitation—was he truly unafraid that the Li family might take offense? Or did Hu Yanbo have other calculations in his heart?

These people had once been driven far off by Cao Kui and Ding Junhua. Now that something strange had occurred, they had finally hurried over—only to be greeted by a scene of utter carnage.

Pan Peiyu stared at Xiao Peng in complete bewilderment. They had been talking perfectly well just moments ago—why had things suddenly come to this?

Huo Cangsheng suddenly gave a strange cry and, without another word, drove a fist forward. A massive fist-seal materialized, carrying with it a series of whistling sounds that tore the air.

The battle did not last long; the blue force, which had been preparing to retreat, was taken out with two shots by snipers lying in wait in the distance.

As a tourist destination, it naturally had little heavy industry, so the zombies' strength was generally not very formidable.

Jueya was not wrong: the struggle among the Three Teachings was an irresistible trend, and he had no power to stop it. Yet neither he nor Xuanji was willing to see excessive slaughter. Thus, Tianhe Jun had no choice but to take up this responsibility.

Wei Mao tugged at Wuzhi Yue's clothes from behind, hinting that she should say no more—could she not see the raging fire burning in His Highness's eyes?

In his era, he was the supreme king of the world's hurdles, holding an unparalleled status in international track and field: he was the only athlete in the world capable of beating black athletes on a straight track—even white athletes could not do it. Calling him a 'monster' was no exaggeration at all.

And it was true that England, France, and Italy had all invaded Huaxia—that was during the Eight-Nation Alliance's burning of the Old Summer Palace, and all three nations were parties to it. But none of them had ever become colonies of those three powers in the way Somalia had.