Chapter 37: Where Is the Imperial Seal

"Li Changshu!"
"Why have you brought troops to the Hall of Supreme Harmony?"
"Are you planning a rebellion?"
Chen Zhibao happened to walk out of the Hall of Supreme Harmony just then, his face filled with shock and fear as he shouted.
Li Changshu bellowed, "Heh, Chen Zhibao, don’t try to pin false charges on me."

Yang Tianming regarded Ma Qing, whose face was stricken with terror, nodded with satisfaction, patted Ma Qing's shoulder, and strode out of the command tent with flair.
Two Bloodfire Chariots, roaring thunderously, charged in a blink to the rear of Xiang Jingyan and Xiang Jingjian. In a classic maneuver of rescuing the besieged by attacking the enemy’s base, if either of them dared harm Xiang Shaoyi or Xiang Shaosong, those chariots would surely consume them utterly.

Whether it was a hunter felling a wild boar to feed the entire tribe for days—
These factors, aside from innate spiritual soul strength and one’s martial soul or cultivation level, were among the decisive elements in a warrior’s overall prowess.

Though he had never seen a missile, his instinctive sense of crisis spurred him to activate his protective demon power.
In the Kingdom of Qi, conferring noble titles had always been strictly limited; otherwise, after more than a hundred years since its founding, there would not be only three marquis mansions in Lin’an City. Even in the Longwu era, the granting of titles to those of different surnames was unheard of. For Zhao Xian to say such words showed the depth of his trust in Wang Shuang.
So, I pressed off the ground with a sudden leap, soaring upwards like a missile, sending dust flying and tracing a perfect arc through the sky as I hurtled toward the person locked in battle with the giant bear.
Even as he spoke, He Qianfeng, Pei Qinhu, and Pei Qinbao thundered in on horseback, their weapons thrusting at Ning Qing. Yet Ning Qing, still lying helpless on the ground, could only sigh inwardly, close his eyes, and await death.
Having once served as prime minister in another timeline—even if he had little to show for it—Gongsun He’s discernment was undeniable.
Not far away, the grass near the cave White Wolf had chosen earlier swayed slightly. White Wolf instantly crouched low, eyes alert and fixed on the direction of the movement.
Only then did Prince Xing and Yan Mo return to their senses, bowing and addressing their father. Aoki Teru, seeing the emperor for the first time, had already dropped to his knees, not daring to utter a sound.
But what difference did it make if he refused? The tiger beast could no longer answer him. Watching the cub nuzzling desperately against its mother, Bai Shaohao’s departing steps faltered once more.
When Old Ancestor Kunwu and Shen Gongbao saw Yang Jian vanish, urgency overcame them, and they followed the pull of gravity into the vortex. In the blink of an eye, they too disappeared without a trace.
Like lightning, several figures vanished at once, and now only the golden dragon tortoise remained at the palace gates, roaring in frustration, its eyes flashing with murderous light.

The others heard nothing amiss in all this. Even so, it was enough to inspire awe, for they had no inkling of Huo Qing's true identity. If they had known, they would have doubted as Xiao Che did.
Just as Annaile was about to reach the school gate, a figure emerged from the guardhouse—it was Miao Yuexin.
Sure enough, under the watchful gaze of the crowd, Huang Xuan’s fist landed as if against an invisible wall, not so much as grazing Bai Shaohao.
I don’t know how much time had passed when Qin Hui woke me. Opening my eyes, I found we were already downstairs at my home.
At that moment, Du Yuanxi knew the time had come; without waiting for King Zhou to defend “Su Daji,” he stepped forward and remonstrated at once.
She wore a red monkey mask, carried no weapons, but had secretly stowed a box-shaped Five-Form Armor on her person.
Looking through the car window, Xu Tian saw three young men inside, along with a middle-aged man whose face was stern and resolute.
It was clear that Di Qing was not pretending, and since he could even name Ma Jun, the tension in his heart eased a little, though he dared not let his guard down.