Chapter 1181: The More You Know, the Faster You Die

"Can anyone tell me what has happened? Why does it feel as though Lu Tianjiao's aura is even more formidable than when he began?"

The common folk of Muxue City were entirely unable to discern Lu Yang's precise realm; they only possessed a vague sense born of the atmosphere before them.

The commander of the city guard bore a solemn countenance, his voice trembling ever so slightly as he spoke: "Centuries ago, I beheld from afar a great demon emperor that swallowed a city in a single gulp. Only later did I learn it was a great demon emperor of the mid-Tribulation Transmutation stage, yet the sense of peril Lu Yang instills in me is far—"

"So, the matters concerning the military have all been settled?" First, Oca inquired of Shaluha, for the army was unquestionably the vital key that influenced the order or chaos of Egypt.

"Hello, everyone. I am your homeroom teacher. My surname is Xu, Xu Nuo." As she spoke, she turned and wrote her name across the vast expanse of the blackboard.

Leng Yihan questioned in a deep voice, his tone suddenly rising by ten degrees, his aura imposing and soul-shaking.

"It is about to take human form," Changning cried out in astonishment. At this moment, she found it utterly wondrous; all this time, the dark fire had accompanied her in the guise of flames, and now it was suddenly to assume a human likeness. Speaking to a flame and speaking to a human would feel entirely different. She watched the humanoid fire before her with anticipation, her breathing quickening slightly.

"Crying out so loudly, Qing'er, are you not afraid of drawing the attention of others?" Su Zige's voice drifted over light as a feather, instantly recognizable as the work of the Thousand-Mile Voice Transmission technique.

"Still nothing?" Upon discovering that there was still no sign of Zhang Yi, Feng Lingyin was suddenly struck with astonishment.

At that exact moment, Tokisaki Kurumi’s face turned crimson all at once, far more vivid than her previous cherry hue. Within her slightly widened eyes lay a trace of bewilderment mingled with a complex expression of shyness; it was only fitting for a spirit, perhaps, that her eyes could project such a multitude of emotions.

What was going on? Once he clearly perceived the scene at the position where Xiong Qi and his two companions stood, the Japanese group leader was also stunned.

He only knew that he wished to remain alive alongside Changning. Otherwise, his life would lose all meaning.

Then, that heap of dung suddenly glowed, continuously expanding, until it finally grew to the size of a puddle of cow manure.

Liangshui felt that this free period was akin to Chu He gathering his strength, recruiting soldiers, buying horses, and preparing provisions; the day would eventually come when he must march onto the battlefield.

Meanwhile, the warhorse beneath him kept drifting toward another direction; while it evaded the enemy's potential counterattack, it did not hinder the archer's shooting accuracy in the slightest.

From the moment he issued the decree for the Aoki Guard, Jiangwu Guard, and Pinghai Guard to withdraw, it would take at least a month.

Lin Yue and old woman Feng traded blows back and forth, their punches swift and kicks fierce. Had an expert witnessed their duel, they would surely have gasped in amazement; after all, that a youth and an old woman could possess such martial prowess was remarkable.

Lin Wei's soul seemed to be wrenched from his body, and he arrived in a void of nothingness, surrounded by floating particles that resembled ink-black dust.

The hunters suddenly snapped awake from their utter shock, and then, one by one, they bared fierce countenances, brandishing their swords, spears, halberds, and axes as they swarmed forward together.

Zhao Zilong fell silent. Before the Shu army launched its grand offensive, would the anti-Shu forces leave Ma Zhong behind as a thorn in their side?

Because no one had yet informed him of the circumstances, it was completely understandable that upon his initial glance at the artwork, he deemed it an original piece by Bada Shanren.

Inside the security room, there were two other guards whose capacity to cause harm was virtually negligible. The security room held no firearms either; they were primarily there to monitor whether employees clocked in and to watch for any slackers.

"What did they say at the very end?" Xinghua asked, suppressing the inexplicable dread that arose within his heart. "They said they discovered a way to resolve the crisis." The look in Kant's eyes indicated that he harbored great doubt regarding those words.

The atmosphere within the palace hall appeared rather peculiar. The gazes of the three individuals previously engaged in the chaotic brawl fell simultaneously upon Lin Yun, their eyes cold and somber.

Toward Mu Tong, Ye Tianxu's emotions were deeply complex. Back then, influenced by the Heart of Slaughter, he had nearly fallen into the Dao of Destruction; later, he turned back from the brink, binding an intricate destiny with Mu Tong.