Chapter 094: They Are All Coming for Me

Min Xue still said nothing.

After a long silence, she asked, without quite realizing it, “Then what do you think we should do next?”

She had not even noticed that, only moments before, she had been the one giving Shen Xuening advice.

In less than five minutes.

A black plume in the shape of a dragon lunged at an enforcer of the Mysterious Realm. The enforcer struck with all his might, thrusting a sword straight into the smoke, yet it did no real damage at all.

The outer-world beasts stationed on the city wall were instantly reduced to ash beneath the flames.

The man was Zhu Jian, the second son of Zhu Wuji, master of the Sacred Stone Gate. At twenty, he had already cultivated to the third level of the Elemental Liquid stage, and was a disciple of the Sacred Stone Gate’s sword lineage. His rank was far above that of a lowly disciple like him.

Jiang Ruyun sat down, but his eyes still roved over everything around him. After all, these things were, to him, truly more than merely novel.

Just like the beating of the heart, one pulse after another, in a calm rhythm that nevertheless governed the flow of the body’s energy.

In terms of combat experience, Yuan Wu might not be a match for Murong Sand, but in terms of strength, Yuan Wu held an absolute advantage. So if Yuan Wu made a move, he might not be able to defeat Murong Sand, but taking his attack and saving Chen Feng would still not be a problem.

“Could there be some kind of switch?” Ge Yunsong guessed.

“Then let’s go through it once more,” Yang Jian sighed. At this point, there was nothing to do but keep guessing and trying again and again.

As expected, before the lion-tiger beasts had even landed, a muffled boom sounded beneath them, followed by a violent tremor. The entire platform began to shake.

Just as Luo Xingyuan was a hair’s breadth from Hao Tian, a jet-black figure blocked his way. Then he felt a terrifying force surge toward him.

The arrival of the hundred-thousand-strong army shattered the elder’s last line of defense. At that moment, Lang Tian sent men to urge surrender and also revealed that the Fire Wolf Tribe chieftain had fled.

It also caused a great stir among the other three schools. The principal, the vice principal, provincial-level professors, nationally outstanding teachers, and others all came in a grand procession.

Hailis could not do it. Possessing the soul of a human from Earth in China, she could not bear the taste of raw meat, and that had not changed even after all these years.

Even though the Ming cavalry before them numbered only a dozen or so, these more than one hundred Burmese soldiers did not dare to resist in the slightest. Under the guard of several Ming cavalrymen, they obediently squatted on the ground, too afraid to move recklessly.

The thin, gaunt Buu could absorb the fat Buu; the large Buu could stand on par with Gotenks in Super Saiyan Three; and the mightiest, Ultimate Buu, could almost kill Super Saiyan Two in a single blow.

“Reporting to the commander-in-chief, the situation is not looking good. The Japanese are still launching fierce assaults on Feng County. Our forces are limited, so we are gradually contracting the defense line,” Liu Jianguo answered solemnly.

“Director Li, our music team is in the next room selecting songs. According to your request, every song sent over from the internet has to be auditioned one by one…” Hong Yun hurriedly explained.

As he spoke, Lu Qingmei placed both hands on the ground, and more than ten thousand spirit stones actually turned into “water” in an instant, forming a formation drawn entirely of “water.”

“Could it be that I am dead, and this is the so-called underworld?” Xu Ruogu thought, a ridiculous notion flashing through his mind.

Shang Jingxing was slightly taken aback and looked closely at the man again. He had heard this name countless times; stories about him were a staple of casual conversation among the many cultivators of the Immortal Tower Realm, and he stood almost like a pillar of faith.

A thunderous roar cut him off. Shang Jingxing and Shen Yuyi’s expressions turned grave at once. They had heard that sound many times these past few days, but this time it was undoubtedly the closest yet.