Chapter 230: The Special Higher Police Intercept a Telegram

Seeing Chen Jiehua with his mouth agape in a daze, an old fellow who came out behind him laughed and teased,
“Hahaha, Qingxuan is now the idol of the young navy. Didn’t expect that, did you?”
“What? Since when did I become so famous? How come I didn’t know?”
“General Qingmu’s deeds have spread throughout the navy. The initiator and designer of the Yamato—truly remarkable!”
“Oh! That’s awesome.”
Damn it, who set me up like this? Defining me as—

Looking at Helan Yan, who held her head high with pride, Gongsun Yi and Lore couldn’t help but shout “Good!” But as soon as they caught Xuanyuan Heng’s gaze approaching, both immediately lowered their heads again.

However, upon hearing the benefits of the Supreme True Qiu’s Seven Transformations Dragon Technique, each of the seventeen elder dragons perked up, spirits lifted high. It must be known that among these seventeen elder dragons, even Zhu Yan Long, the one with the highest cultivation, had yet to shed its shell and transform into a true fire dragon. This technique was indeed an unparalleled marvel for them.

The three Ink Demon Kings fell silent as if struck by a cold wind, but Crowheart’s fury was far from quenched. He struck the Ink Demon King and the Divine Power King each with two slaps, killing them outright.

Emperor Luliao remained silent. Since no one had eliminated him, it was likely as the ancestors said: wiping out all adversaries wasn’t necessarily a good thing. Competition breeds progress—that is an eternal truth.

Ouyang Yayu took advantage of the brief pause, swiftly moving beside Emperor Bai Mo. Suddenly, a mid-grade artifact appeared in his hand—a gauntlet.

What would Yang Jian think? What about Dugu? What would his brothers and sisters say? Would they think he was acting arrogantly, backed by the Empress, trying to contend with the Crown Prince for the family inheritance?

There were also a few special forces units. Although they completed the thirty-kilometer swim, the time taken was too long, and they failed to reach the rendezvous point within the allotted time.

“I’m not trying to buy it to profit from the price difference, but rather…” Liu Yi continued to explain clearly about purchasing the ancient tree.

Her eyes grew distant. Chaoyang thought of her own father, who also died beneath the iron hooves of the demon beasts. Bitterness welled within her heart. At this moment, she seemed to see before her the tender smile of her father doting on her once again.

No matter what they were thinking—whether to continue doing evil or fearing future injury or death—they simply refused to follow us.

Of course, beyond merely surviving, they hoped the Daoists would slay all demons. Then, even if they were hunted by the Daoists, they wouldn’t have to live in constant fear.

Perhaps it was because the relentless journey left them exhausted, or because seeing their master suddenly fall was emotionally unbearable, or maybe because Nie Wuji’s injuries stirred long-held worries within Lu Yu—he knew he had just lost control of himself.

The Patriarch of the Azure Lotus once said that for thousands of years, a delicate balance had persisted among the great powers of the Central Mainland’s nine provinces. The Nine Scrolls of Heavenly Evolution were not only the nine most supreme techniques but also nine treasures of immortal artifacts capable of reshaping heaven and earth. Such strategic-level existences perpetually deterred all factions within the nine provinces from making any rash moves.

“It’s almost our captain’s turn,” Cao Wei remarked. In his heart, after overthrowing Yang Hui, Guan Bing would certainly become captain—a consensus among all.

Seeing two people summon their treasures and charge toward him, Li Chen’s face showed a trace of amusement.

At first, the white-haired elder had been somewhat skeptical of Yi Qiu’s words, but when he saw the immensely complex rune source in his mind, he trembled with excitement and laughed joyfully.

“Hehehe… but in my eyes, it’s not like that at all.” Guan Bing crossed his arms over his chest, leaning back in his chair and looking down at Ouyang Ling. He disliked Ouyang Ling; the latter’s gaze seemed as if he were trying to save the world, making him all the more tempting to slap.

The remaining nine, seeing the situation, did not know who shouted, but suddenly they all frantically rushed outside.