After a round of recovery, the two of them fought a third bout.

The result was exactly as everyone had expected: Hu Suan suffered a third crushing defeat.

To be fair, Hu Suan was not the sort of fool who charged in with his head down; if he had dared to fight a third time, he naturally had made corresponding adjustments to his strategy.

By his own reckoning, even if he still lost in the end, he would at least be able to put sufficient pressure on Wei Zhao.

Even if he lost, he would never lose so ugly.

Unfortunately, he had miscalculated one thing...

Yelü Minghuang's face turned dead white in an instant. He was no idiot: using words to undercut Yelü Minghui in their contest for power was one thing, but leading an army to a decisive battle against Hetao was quite another. He knew very well just how much he himself was worth.

Haotian rolled his eyes. Coming from anyone else, that sentence might carry some credibility, but coming from Luo Xiang's mouth it was pure nonsense. Luo Xiang putting the court's wishes first? That would be the biggest joke in the world.

The red-robed general gave me a nod so faint it was almost imperceptible, then promptly made a gesture of mockery at me that was plain for all to see.

Xi Yizheng raised both hands to her cheeks and patted them lightly. "All right, time to go back and deal with those two treasures." She left the Mystic Bracelet in a single teleport.

"Don't be afraid. The Silver Phantom is indeed far stronger than you, but it doesn't understand martial techniques or energy commands—it has nothing but speed and strength!" At that moment, Yan Huang's delicate voice came through. Hearing her, Nie Feng knew she had no intention of taking action herself.

From the killing intent radiating off these people, Tang Fei could tell that every one of them had been through real bloodshed, and people like that were extremely troublesome to deal with.

"Good boy, go play by yourselves." Xi Yizheng gently patted the lead horse and smiled, gesturing for them to roam freely.

Chen Qiang and Leng Bingxin exchanged a glance and smiled at each other. Chen Qiang swept his hand, freezing the guards where they stood, and the two of them passed straight through their bodies and headed for the city. After asking the direction of the city lord's mansion, they went straight to its gates.

The preparations were essentially complete, and the time had come to late June—the high school entrance examination that marked the end of junior high was fast approaching. Xi Yizheng thought it over and decided to deal with the exam first. Brewing the wine could wait until the summer holiday.

The cultivation arts of Cloud Sea Immortal Isle really were uncanny beyond measure—to think even a feint to the east while striking west could be executed with such mastery! Lin Yu's eyes flashed with a keen light as he looked at Chu Wuxing, who had only now appeared at the spot where Lin Yu had just attacked. Clearly, in that one instant, he had grasped a great deal.

Sure enough, the dozen or so frost beasts in front of him that had been attacking the thorn cage suddenly stopped. A few of the bolder ones had already turned and left, while the rest prostrated themselves on the ground one after another, as though reverently awaiting their king.

Ling Xian frowned. He truly could not understand why everyone who came to make trouble for him was such a windbag—always arrogant and swaggering before a fight, convinced they could effortlessly crush him. Could it be... that he had a face that just looked easy to bully?

Mu Tian's eyes were full of gratified relief. He comforted Mu Yan'er softly, then turned his gaze to Lin Shuo.

"I understand. No matter what, I will not let the Gu family obtain the Source of the Gods." Ling Xian's expression was icy. If the Gu family were to get the Source of the Gods, the universe would lose all hope.

The problem of bad coinage had plagued Li Longji for many years without any solution. But if what Xiao Qubing said was true—if every year vast quantities of gold and silver flowed in, with gold, silver, and copper coins serving as the circulating currency—then all the problems would unravel at a stroke.

The Bone Emperor, the War Emperor, and the two late-Spirit-Separation ancestors of the Heavenly Star Sect all raised their hands toward Daoist Moli in congratulation.

With the death of Yamamoto Tomokazu, the NPC forces of the Great Emperor Warriors across the entire Kyushu and Shikoku regions were essentially gone. The NPC armed forces in particular had been all but wiped clean.

Xu Feng was struck dumb for a moment. But seeing Yan Wu with her eyes closed, kissing him so earnestly, he let her have her way. His hand rose to her face, and he kissed her back in earnest.