Chapter Eighty-One: The Great Alliance

Ye Feng sat across from Uncle Hong, and when he saw the calm, unfazed look in Uncle Hong’s eyes, he was astonished—indeed, a true veteran. “Those who know how to adapt are true heroes! Uncle Hong, you really are as formidable as Thunderbolt and the others described,” Ye Feng praised.

“Hmph, having been swallowed up, what’s left to call a hero?” Uncle Hong replied with a touch of self-mockery. “Ye Feng, you managed to unify everything at such a young age…”

“Miss, if you wish to believe it’s just a legend, then let it be a legend,” the old man smiled kindly and walked away at a leisurely pace.

Situ Ye’s brows twitched slightly; if things were as they seemed, then her guess was not far from the truth.

That evening, Lin Fengling finished her tutoring as usual and returned home, where only her mother was present; Lin Dazhi was still in the hospital.

“Do you think I’d believe you?” Qin Feng looked utterly contemptuous. In his mind, the old man and a swindler were one and the same. He didn’t trust a word he said, not even the man’s hair or eyebrows.

He was completely unaware that Liu Tong had already made the first move, frowning deeply as he stared intently.

Smith Oka glanced at Liu Tian, then at Xiao Dongsheng. At that moment, Xiao Dongsheng also turned his gaze to Smith Oka, his eyes filled with earnest pleading.

He slowly picked up a purple clay teapot and poured himself a cup of tea.

“That’s how it is. If you’re willing to stay and help, I, Zhao Xinghe, will be grateful. If you want to sneak in and grab some treasures, I can't stop you!” Zhao Xinghe said solemnly.

Such an environment and methods, truth be told, make it difficult for many essential matters to be completely taken over. At such times, what attitude and approach will you adopt?

Without such an excuse, perhaps no one would act recklessly. Even making excuses would not be easy.

Kathleen and Schleicher’s intentions failed to escape the notice of the Soviet War God—the German General Staff knew that Britain still possessed a vast stockpile of strategic materials. Even under blockade, they could hold out for over a year. During that time, the situation might take a turn for the worse.

“No deadline. If you’re dissatisfied, get out. If you’ve got the guts, try to seduce me instead!” Lin Dong grabbed his suitcase and headed home, leaving Liu Renna standing outside the door.

This powerful demon god was also of the Realm King level. Having flown here with great difficulty from the Gate of Heaven and Earth, it naturally intended to slaughter wildly and devour all immortals.

Yu Yangzi was entangled by the three, and though he had the upper hand, he could not extricate himself for the moment. In the fierce battle, he glanced around—aside from Meng Ji and a handful of others struggling to hold on, most ordinary disciples had lost their fighting spirit, casualties mounting to more than half.

Singing the song again, Luo Kai felt as if in a dream, memories of that moment flooding his mind.

He could freely fold, compress, and stretch space—expand a speck of dust to the size of a planet, or shrink a hundred thousand miles to an inch. Step an inch, and cross a hundred thousand miles.

“I, I…” Park Chulrong stole a glance at Kim Soo-hyun, who played the male lead, then looked at Lin Dong in the distance. Everything was understood without words.

Kathleen tore Evelyn’s robe with domineering force, and in that instant, the living room was awash with spring’s radiance.

On the fourth draw of the bow, before the arrow was even aimed, Wang Yu had already charged to the Death God’s left hand, and with a swift motion, seized the enormous bow from the Death God’s left hand.

“If you say it, it may not work out. Don’t you know Boss Han’s temper?” Lin Zixuan replied.

This was because Xu Hai’s cultivation was lower. Though both activated their bloodline secrets at the same time, his agility was far inferior to Zuo Feizhang’s. Moreover, Zuo Feizhang was a master of swordsmanship, unmatched in battle, endlessly versatile, and his techniques were far more refined than those of the Xu brothers.