38: Their feelings for each other grew increasingly subtle (3)

When the baton was finally handed to the next boy, they were crying so hard they could barely catch their breath.

Their class’s luck seemed to have run dry at that moment, their ranking plummeting like a roller coaster, mirroring the sinking feeling in their hearts. By the time the sixth leg of the race was over, they were nearly a full lap behind the leader.

"Damn it, it looks like I’m really going to have to turn the tide myself," Feng Jinyan said, resting his arm on Ye Xiangwan’s shoulder and shaking his head helplessly.

Ye Xiangwan glanced at the arm on his shoulder.

Just as the figure took shape, he was in front of him in a few strides. His right hand formed a claw, pinning the young man’s wrist, his thumb pressing firmly against the soft tendons.

By this time, Tang Yao and Lei Jun had already rendezvoused with Long Jiao, and he had naturally overheard parts of that phone call.

He was a legendary god of war, having spent years fighting against evil forces, yet now he was being forced to handle family affairs, placing him directly on the opposing side.

"Senior, are you actually going to vouch for this creature? Are you asking me not to kill this seventh-rank demonic beast?" Luo Chen paused slightly, a look of surprise flashing in his eyes. He hadn't expected the dignified Saint Emperor to protect such a beast.

Tang Yao laughed aloud, then swept Huang Wanqiu up in his arms and leaped out through the window on the northwest corner.

In the shadows, a pair of malevolent eyes watched everything in the corridor, the person cursing inwardly: "Damn it, how did it come to this?"

"Six Paths Reincarnation Fist!" Simultaneously, Jiang Chen moved his hand, striking out with a punch toward the Vermillion Bird that was sweeping down with its wings spread.

After taking the city gate, he was in no hurry to push forward. Instead, he diligently fortified the city walls to provide cover for Huang Zhong’s army to enter. After all, the enemy wasn't just sitting there waiting to be slaughtered; reinforcements were bound to arrive. A single merchant caravan was not enough to fully secure the situation.

"Go! Get out of here!" At this moment, even the Battle Heaven Saint Emperor sensed that something was terribly wrong. Though he knew Luo Chen lacked the power to kill him instantly, the sheer display of force filled him with a tremor of fear.

The advisors under his command were highly capable and well-reasoned. Every decision he made would be a critical factor affecting the grand strategy, and without the necessary resolve, it would be difficult to make timely choices.

After about a month, the weapons were mostly finished, and everyone’s physical stamina had surged. Ghost and the Second Brother officially began training the warriors.

"I’m sorry to have caused you such pain; this is a burden I should have shouldered alone." Cheng Yanzhong lay down silently beside her, contemplating every possible future scenario and their solutions. He would not sleep a wink this night.

He tucked the alum-white fan into his robes, let out a shout, and made a sweeping gesture into the void. A massive, transparent hand instantly coalesced and struck out toward Su Mu.

The clear, ethereal voice was like a lonely orchid in a valley, drifting from deep within the mountains, carrying an irresistible allure.

"But Master, our Su Estate is not what it used to be..." Lady Shui hesitated, looking at Su Zihua. Seeing him set down his teacup and furrow his brows, she dared not say another word.

In the Great Hao Dynasty, the words of the Emperor and Empress were not absolute decrees. Unlike the emperors on Earth, they could be refused, so if Dong Junbao did not wish to go, he could simply decline.

Friends close to Leng Ji either sent messengers to inquire after her, delivered precious medicinal herbs, or came to visit in person.

Her hand reached out with great difficulty toward the man in red. Before she could even touch his face, the man rolled away like a ball. He had no hands, no feet; his entire body was a bloody mess, yet his face remained clean, and his smile remained warm.

"Very well, now can you tell me why you have come to this Orchid Cave?" Chang Qin asked.

As soon as Qi Shi and the others awoke, they realized they had been trapped in someone else’s illusion—the scenery before them was clearly not the Path of a Hundred Demons! Hearing Shu Yi’s venomous words, and seeing the two men already locked in a life-or-death struggle, they understood most of what had transpired.