Chapter 58: Feng Yun's Effortless Victory

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Su Tang’s heart nearly leapt out of her chest. She knew that to open a business in the capital, relying on just the county magistrate of Ancheng County was far from enough; having the support of the Duke of Zhen Guo was already a blessing beyond words.

The ranks of duke, marquis, earl, viscount, and baron—dukes in the capital wielded immense power and influence, especially one holding the title of Duke of Zhen Guo.

During the site inspection, Sister Feng unexpectedly brought her another powerful ally: the Emperor’s Fourth Prince.

Heaven above!

At Fengle Noodle House, ‘Lu’ wore a mocking expression, but then his gaze shifted toward the two masters behind Helan Yunhai and Helan Zi, both at the unified realm.

At this moment, his eyes were vacant, his expression dazed. Watching countless players attacking the Bone Dragon, he muttered in disbelief, “Shouldn’t the victory belong to me?”

“Kill!” Blood-Killer Tiger led the charge, raising his butcher’s cleaver and rushing forward. Feng Jingxue and the others were unwilling to fall behind; with a single wave of Duguxi’s banner, their cavalry surged beyond the infantry’s defensive line.

Zeng Hao felt assured as well—after all, if even he could reach the Foundation Establishment stage, then little Liu Jing was certainly capable.

“No choice, I’ll have to be frugal going forward,” Jiang Chen sighed bitterly before falling silent. He wondered if he should go to the pond to take a look.

Therefore, as long as this pure black swan did not act, the major guilds and Dream Guild would not concern themselves with it. After all, a hegemon must maintain the demeanor of a hegemon.

“Heh… your father only wants what’s best for you! Don’t blame him. Once he knows you and Miao Rong truly love each other, I believe he won’t stand in your way anymore,” Chen Yidao comforted Tao Zhaohui.

Miraculously, he survived. He had been on the brink of despair, having paid a great price but gained nothing. Yet, at that moment, three pieces of equipment fell from the sky right before his eyes.

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No sooner had the fierce flames surged than they were completely suppressed by the water imbued with a subtle yin energy, eventually dissipating into smoke and mist.

Gazing toward the distant verdant valley, a gentle breeze stirred Zeng Hao’s long hair and the hem of his robe, carrying his thoughts along with it.

“Five years apart, my foresight in the art of chess has faltered,” muttered the White-Robed Monk of the Heavenly Dragon, shaking his head in disbelief as he studied Lin Ao.

Xue Yuxin nodded excitedly, then without hesitation bit his finger, dripping blood onto the fluffy cub.

Originally stunned and retreating unconsciously, the foot soldiers regrouped, their eyes filled with greed and cruelty, spears brandished all around.

The clan chief had already enveloped the entire area with spiritual protection—no one would escape here, not even Ning Liantian, much less an ant.

With a flash in his eyes, a jade hand reached out to capture the mythical listening beast of the Underworld, whose bell-like eyes now glared before him.

With the backing of the prestigious family guilds and martial academies, the supplies on the city walls recovered by nearly a third, mostly arrows. At Xuan Yue’s command, tens of thousands of arrows rained down like a storm.

The expressions of the generals shifted, and Hao Dechang exhaled in relief, knowing the current crisis had been largely overcome.

“To become strong, the most important thing is the determination to be strong!” Xuan Yue declared.

Xuan Yue nodded slightly, understanding that this was a chance granted by his master. His cultivation was ordinary—in fact, all the elders considered him hopeless, unable to break through the Three Souls stage. Thus, maximizing his combat power was the best guarantee.

“That’s not ordinary?” Wang Fen asked calmly. Neither method was feasible for him. With only three million in cash, not to mention buying at normal prices, even a thousand per mu would consume his entire fortune.

After four years of trade with the Rouran people, the Qin family army’s cavalry numbered over two hundred thousand men and horses.

“Alright, I’ll first lift the seals on you all, then we’ll rescue the others. The water prison is in revolt—let’s turn this cursed place upside down! Even if I die at Zhao Yue’s hands, with his destructive power, this Blood Dragon Island won’t remain intact!” Ye Yuan said coldly.

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“Don’t leak information over the phone. Just have Li En come to the hospital,” Gu Kai warned as she dialed.

“I’m done with this. Damn it, Teng Yunxiao is too tyrannical. I’m nothing but a dog in front of him,” Zhao Meng fumed.

That was why she had orchestrated those events, deliberately making Mo Mo misunderstand her relationship with Ye Zhan.

She noticed the man now sitting atop a large red ginseng root resembling a giant truck, wearing a silver crown shaped like ginseng leaves.

These soul clan members had carved out their own space outside Wuxian City, indicating they had been here a long time and their strength had seeped through. Removing this faction wouldn’t be easy.

“I…” Luo Zhiyong’s words were heavy, though he didn’t shout at Zhou Yunmei. His expression was so pale it unsettled her, leaving her reluctant to speak.

Why was Ye Juntian so focused on Diamond Winery? It wasn’t that Ye Juntian was uneducated; rather, the fact that he had been confined for twenty years due to that mysterious riddle as the Wine King was telling.

Bang! Tang Minxiong’s mighty body was blasted away like a cannonball, slamming into the ground.

“I moved in with my fiancé,” Fan Jia didn’t hide the truth, hoping to dispel his doubts.

“And you say your standards aren’t high? What do you mean—is that to say our sister-in-law isn’t good enough?” Battalion Commander Meng Fugui of the 3rd Battalion quickly chimed in.