Why do you not pay homage to the King?

Under the moonlight.

The mountain city was brilliantly lit. Countless colorful lanterns centered around the great banyan tree, casting a bright glow upon the grand banner.

With a cyan pole and a dark banner embroidered with a full moon, the crisp moonlight just happened to wash over it.

Chimes and drums echoed incessantly. Amidst deafening howls and ferocious roars, a mob of demons holding torches sat on makeshift tiered steps, looking down at the packed dirt drill ground.

Gao Qingzhi stamped his foot against the ground. It was packed remarkably solid. Three rows of weapon racks stood at the far left, displaying broadswords, spears, swords, halberds, axes, and钺.

The eunuchs looked at Li Guolou with growing friendliness. After all, they were all on the same side now; harmony brings wealth, right?

Fortunately, that ice eye was the source of the cold, white Qi. The energy that had just burrowed into Lin Yang's body was merely a fraction of the source. Sensing the terrifying presence within Lin Yang, the ice eye immediately severed the connection with the energy already inside him, becoming so frightened that it dared not come out again.

Behind them were countless peacock birds. Now, the only chance to survive this calamity was to keep running forward.

Jiang Zheng was crude and robust, looking very much like a hired thug. Not yet forty years old, he stood around one meter seven tall, with a broad face, high forehead, and a large nose. His single eyelids were somewhat puffy, and his face was flushed—a dead giveaway of someone indulgent in wine and women.

"All units, advance and thrust! All archers, fire a volley!" On horseback, Li Xian seized the precise moment and roared, issuing the final command of this battle.

Duan Tianyi and Yang Mufeng felt a slight jolt in their hearts. What they used was inner force, which was also a type of energy generated by the human body, except that people in this world had not discovered it. Though different from primal force, it could still be used to ward off enemies and secure victory.

"Hum..." The crossbow string emitted a soft twang, and the short bolt vanished in an instant. A guard on the city wall suddenly tipped over and tumbled down toward the base of the gate.

If the two were to collide, the resulting explosive force and devastation would unleash an unprecedented impact within this desolate town. At this moment, the people watching from the ground were still excitedly gazing up at the sky, showing no intention of fleeing because they had no idea what was about to happen. If half the desolate town were destroyed, could they even survive?

It was not that Duan Tianyi was exceptionally formidable, but rather that their cultivation realms were indeed a bit too low. Although they held some advantage in sheer strength, before absolute speed, everything was in vain. The eleven burly men had become living targets, entirely at Duan Tianyi's mercy.

He had already surrounded the Qin army within his formation, waiting either to capture the King of Qin alive or simply to grind him to death within the military formation.

Then he went over to teach her the game of throwing a bone for the ghoul to retrieve. After crunching countless bones into pieces, this ghoul, designated as the chief vanguard squad captain, finally learned its first skill: retrieving a thrown bone.

Recalling what had just happened, she immediately began to dry heave, wanting to vomit out everything she had eaten.

Originally, with the New Year approaching, a few shops along the street occasionally hung luxurious strings of red and green lights or festive lanterns, which, paired with the overwhelming sea of red Spring Festival couplets and New Year money, exuded a warmth uniquely belonging to the New Year. There would also be lively folks who, for the sake of this tiny bit of warmth, braved the cold to stroll down the street.

This tea cannot be drunk. If we drink it, we won't be able to go back. Do not forget we were just in the Majestic Valley.

Then, hoisting a pot lid and a saber, he ran over to the parked wasteland jeep and stepped on the gas.

The moment Chen Xuan's body hit the ground, the expression of Daoist Cangsong not far away turned abysmal. Originally, this duel—even if not a hundred percent guaranteed victory—had a very high probability of being won, yet now he had been knocked off the high platform by the opponent in a single move.

"After collecting the corpses, remember to sort out the bones, blood, flesh, equipment, and gold coins separately," Locke instructed as he walked downwards, startling several surrounding crows into flying up toward the higher branches.

Accompanied by his political advisor, he left the academy. A carriage was already waiting outside. After traveling less than three or four li, Chu He strangely discovered that the situation in the inner city was different from usual. Pedestrians on the road were sparse, and those who were out wore anxious expressions and hurried footsteps.