Chapter Forty-One: Is Jiang Xian Dead?

Chen Xinqi was also startled by Jiang Ke’s sudden emotional outburst. Regaining her composure, she quickly tried to explain, "Teacher Jiang Ke, I am from the production team—"

"Get out. Get out!"

Cutting her off before she could finish, Jiang Ke demanded she leave once more.

Chen Xinqi stopped speaking, her expression darkening in a rare show of temper. She turned and walked out of the room. The cameraman, being a man, felt it was inappropriate to linger and hurriedly followed her out.

As Chen Xinqi headed downstairs, Zhao Shuhe also...

Thousands of heavenly soldiers responded to the command, stepping out of their ranks. Each drew their bow and nocked an arrow, aiming carefully. As their fingers released the strings, the bows hummed, and the arrows flew through the air.

A surge of energy erupted from within Niu Shan’s body, a force that acted directly upon his own physical form.

Upon arriving, Su Chen discovered that the place where Gu Yi lived was truly humble. This so-called house was nothing more than a thatched hut. Outside, there was only a bamboo rocking chair and a fan; aside from those, there was nothing else.

At the very moment of his deepest despair, when he felt most like giving up, Su Chen persevered.

"I believe it, too!" Wu San’s face was pale, but having witnessed everything before him, he spoke with firm conviction.

"Get up and tell me clearly, what is going on!" Uncle Zhong could no longer contain himself. He had pinned all his hopes on Ma Long; if anything happened to the boy, it would be a devastating blow to both him and the girl.

As for the Black Rock King on the other side, his performance was quite impressive, though Gui Chen knew this stemmed from his innate strength and the unique talents of the Rock Spirit Clan.

Along this ancient corridor, Zhang Tiansheng could see images of strange monsters. Those big-headed creatures did not look like monsters from the apocalypse, but rather like the aliens frequently seen on television. Could this place be ruins left behind by extraterrestrials?

The Sacred Sect Leader’s avatar looked grim. Who would have thought that he would suffer such a significant loss the moment he made a move? Ling Tian’s strength had far exceeded his expectations.

Xiao Jinshang knew that everyone within this branch of the Sword Sect’s blessed land looked down on him, but so what? As long as the Second Elder was there, no one dared to touch him. Besides, aside from Da Wanshan, none of the elders or disciples sent here could match him in strength.

The moment the soldiers behind Lü Bu touched the wall of the pass, they performed a roll to dissipate the force of their descent, swiftly catching up to Lü Bu’s charging pace.

Hua Shuirou was also puzzled. She had been present when Lin Chen slew the Mad Demon, and she hadn’t noticed anything unusual. In her view, killing such a Mad Demon was not even as valuable as taking down a ferocious beast of the same rank.

"My Lord, what should we do?" Huang Zhong tightened his grip on his phoenix-beak saber, staring at the approaching Han soldiers, unable to bring himself to strike.

"Hmph! Pervert!" Sensing Yang You’s gaze, Ye Ran glared at him fiercely and snapped coquettishly.

Crossing an arched stone bridge, they arrived at a wide street. The street was several fathoms across, wide enough for four or five carriages to travel side by side. There were very few buildings on either side. Straight ahead should be the exit to the Imperial Capital’s gates, though it was unclear which gate it was.

Shi Jingtian’s words were clear and easy to hear, and his instructions were concise. The people of Wuling Mountain couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief. They knew that Li Qin’er had been telling the truth, and this confirmation made them even more certain.

Warhorses neighed and soldiers groaned in pain, yet this did not trigger a rout of Wei Yan’s army. Every soldier halted in their tracks, standing their ground, raising their shields as they guarded against the forests on both sides. A detachment of troops leveled their spears and charged toward the two mountains.

What now? Lin Chen felt anxious, but at this moment, he was utterly powerless.

Shuten-doji hurriedly pulled a packet of disinfectant wipes from his pocket and began to scrub his hands incessantly. He seemed determined not to stop until he had scrubbed the skin right off his hands.