Chapter 175: Immortal Vessel, Sea of Stars!

Because the unfolding plot was truly far too preposterous.

To the point where Li Chang'an could not even find a single place to complain.

After all, reality was indeed so utterly unreasonable; even if the Immortal Palace and the Liyang Empire were mortal enemies, it did not prevent them from casting aside their past grievances to cooperate in the face of a greater foe.

The warships and immortal vessels of the Immortal Palace came quickly and departed just as fast, vanishing in the blink of an eye from the realm that Li Chang'an's perception could observe.

Not far away, Lu Shang and Old Soul walked.

She thought about it and told him of the matter; upon hearing Huo Tong's words, Long Yuji could not help but be greatly shocked, hastily circulating the Mystic Heart True Qi and Condensed Force within his body, whereupon he could scarcely believe his own eyes.

In fact, Gan Xiao's prediction was not wrong in the slightest; after completely annihilating Ying Bu's army outside Yanshi, Xiang Yu stayed for a mere two hours before immediately turning his horse north, marching swiftly toward Taicang to set an ambush. The grand victory had caused the morale of the Chu soldiers to soar, completely ignoring their fatigue as they followed the "Xiang" banner without a shred of hesitation.

In the Yuanyang Kingdom, Thundercry City, the Lu Family, the Sword Saint and Saber God Feng Suiyuan, as well as Rick, the dean of the Magic Martial Academy, had already stayed with the Lu family for nearly three years; ever since Fei Fan sent word back then that the Lu family was in mortal danger, they had rushed over without a moment's pause to protect the family's safety.

Emperor Chengqing was not polite either, bidding everyone return first while he himself followed the imperial guards toward a certain direction.

For a long time, Xuanyuan continued to hack fiercely as the strength within his body slowly recovered; Xuanyuan thought to himself, 'Someone must be secretly aiding me from the shadows, but who could that person be? Could it be the Holy Father? Yes, it must be the Holy Father.' At this thought, Xuanyuan hacked even more forcefully, for if it were the Holy Father, what did he have to worry about?

Thinking of this, he reached out his hand, intending simply to pull her into his arms, but his arm remained raised for a long time without falling, ultimately dropping weakly to his side.

The moment Zhang Shaocong uttered these words, the gaze of the other five people, excluding Qin Yi, fell upon him simultaneously; everyone deeply felt the sheer resolution within his tone.

The very first moment the Vermilion Bird was summoned, he sensed the existence of that power within the room; that scorching heat, like fire, seemed to burn fiercely all around him, and upon the table where the five sat, a dark red gemstone seemed to be radiating a seductive aura toward him.

"What? The, the Ming Cult?" Their expressions shifted; upon hearing the words 'Ming Cult', everyone in that patrol squad turned pale with dread.

"Alright then." Chen Qishui nodded and sat upon the Hehuan chair; seeing this, Chen Mu took a deep breath and walked closer.

If one lacked that kind of passion oneself, how could the works produced ever move anyone else?

"Mother, at this very moment we should be worrying about Mu Chen and the other two, rather than thinking about these false titles of power and influence," Qiu Jiankang said to Mother Qiu, his words carrying a hint of reproach.

This commercial street was filled everywhere with antique shops selling all manner of things; as they passed by a musical instrument store, there was a girl inside playing the guzheng.

A level one Riven was exceptionally dominant in a duel; as long as the mechanics were executed properly, the disadvantage of lacking Ignite could certainly be compensated for.

And at this moment, Murong Che stared intently at the tense expression on her face, unable to stop his fists from clenching as he strove to suppress the fury in his heart.

However, dance was a thing perhaps a bit too refined; not everyone could appreciate it, which was precisely why the Spring Festival Gala had become less and less popular over the past two years.

In this bright and beautiful weather, the man could not feel a single shred of warmth; his entire body was trembling, so cold that his limbs no longer obeyed his command.

Who could have imagined that a few years later, they would be this close, becoming lifelong friends.

After scanning the surrounding environment a few times, Qingxia instantly understood the sequence of events, her expression plunging into sudden darkness.