Chapter 1223: Barely Retained the Title of the Number One Person Below the Tribulation Transmutation Stage

The bailiffs outside the council chamber all witnessed Prefect Zhou standing at the door for over two hours as a punishment. They transmitted the voice to their respective county magistrates, whose gazes toward Prefect Zhou grew increasingly bizarre.

Was this some sort of strange eccentricity?

Yet, even if he possessed a penchant for standing at doorways, it gave him no right to make them wait from noon until now.

Even though Prefect Zhou was unparalleled in his social graces and possessed an exceptional psychological fortitude, he still felt a wave of embarrassment in the face of this situation.

"There was a slight mishap during my cultivation, so we—"

As the pure breeze drifted, one man had just escaped to the heavens from the giant cesspool when another leaped in right after him. It was truly a spectacle of one rising as another fell, good brothers sharing in each other's disasters.

The family of that dead man named Bandit Leader came by, insisting that I help arrange his funeral. Originally, I wasn't going to agree, but since waiting around was just waiting around, I figured it would be fine to help get the funeral sorted.

Though exhausted and weary at this moment, Gan Ning cupped his hands and said, "This general shall fight to the death to protect the Commander and break through the siege." With that, he urged his horse forward. Seeing Gan Ning rush ahead into the fray, Huan Yi commanded dozens of cavalrymen to surround him completely. Then, with a wave of his hand, hundreds of archers loosed their arrows at once toward the Wu army. For a time, agonizing screams rang out continuously, and many of the Wu soldiers were struck by arrows and tumbled from their horses.

Shangguan Xing could not withstand Bei Ming Chang Feng’s power; her head was struck nearly askew, and a vivid red handprint materialized on her face in an instant.

Under the leadership of our President Ma, we must push our Red Furnace up with all our might. Some people chimed in, yes, push our Red Furnace up.

Fu'er's previously deathly pale complexion now turned into a ghostly shade of blue-green. Her eyes were tightly shut and her teeth clenched, her breath growing fainter and fainter, as though she had passed away, utterly devoid of consciousness.

"Hehe, I knew you wouldn't be so cold-hearted, Brother Meng. Thanks." Hearing Brother Meng relent, Old Third grinned again and laughed a few times with embarrassment.

"What, have you changed your mind?" Senior Sword ceased his pacing, his body unmoving as he spoke to Mu Yun with his back turned.

But I watched as Liu Jinhong suddenly threw herself forward, weeping uncontrollably. At that moment, I finally knew who this person was.

Within the Hall of Gale, Feng Linghe, who sat beside the Gale Sword Saint, suddenly clenched his fists and spoke with fierce resentment.

"Then why did you make such a grand scene and order so many people to surround us? Is it not because you are afraid?" Liu Fan smiled.

However, given Zhuang Jian's current horizon, he remained oblivious to the mysteries within. Yet, by stumbling blindly into it, he had allowed himself to nourish the space at the earliest opportunity. As for what grade of living beings could be bred there in the future, that could only be known when the time came.

The Spirit Emperor felt the shifting of the spiritual energy within his body. Having been tempered by the divine fire, he could feel his power surging almost tempestuously. He was confident that if he were to enter the World Mountain again at this moment, he would surely leave his name upon the Investiture of Gods.

As the thought turned in his mind, he suddenly felt that the whispers behind him were laced with a great deal of laughter. It sounded so piercing, like needles pricking into him one by one, and like droplets of water splashing into the boiling pot of oil within his heart.

Subconsciously, he felt it was an illusion brought about by the exploitation of charm arts. Yet, in a mere instant, that throb in his heart surged without limit. Something over there seemed to draw him as if he were possessed; that feeling was incredibly real, yet it jammed tightly in his throat, choking his heart with a burst of vexation.

Calmness and reason seemed to vanish in this single instant. He tightly pressed his lips together, his eyes bloodshot, as ice-blue energy rapidly coalesced within both hands. With a shift of his body, he recklessly attacked Bing Ruiya without a care for anything else.

The Scarlet Flame Wolf knew perfectly well that the most critical part of this battle was for him to completely draw the enemy's main force at the North Gate, thereby reducing the casualties at the South Gate and allowing General Giffard to escape smoothly. Bearing this mission upon his shoulders, he led his two virtuous younger brothers, the Flame Wolf and the Blazing Flame Wolf, and mobilized all the wolf beasts and demons to launch a full-scale offensive against the North Gate.