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A forensic detective novel. Author: Xue'er Gege. Her performance is much better than mine, and I suggest our little super sleuths go check it out. This time, the two of us are participating in the annual massive update event together, so go take a look.

As for the reserve force, there were only the joint forces of Wu Shigong and Liu Zeqing, numbering over ten thousand men. Their position would be set behind the central Ming army and the right-wing Liaodong army. Should the frontline battle turn unfavorable, they were to step forward and provide support at any moment.

If this were truly the case, Prime Minister Hong's talent was simply too formidable. At the initial stage of spiritual transformation, to communicate with other dimensions—throughout past and present, who had ever accomplished such a feat?

To this day, Ye Ning still could not figure out why the people of the Divine Firmament Sect had targeted their group without any prior warning.

Anyone facing the siege of five super experts would hardly be in a good mood; to survive until now, they had poured in an immense amount of painstaking effort.

As daylight broke, everything around them returned once more to the illusory plain. In Lin Xiao's line of sight, that cyan exotic beast emitted a sharp cry before its body gradually faded into nothingness between heaven and earth, disappearing entirely.

Dragon Shaoqiu turned his head with a trace of awkwardness to take a look. Not waiting for the preceding pair to achieve any results, the remaining two members of the third wave simply turned around and left. They departed without the slightest hesitation or drag, their figures flashing a few times before vanishing without a trace.

Accompanying his words was a squad of clan descendants who had rushed in from outside at some unknown moment. Each of them held a submachine gun in their hands, the freezing muzzles pointing directly at Ichiro Yamaguchi, presenting a chilling and startling sight.

Gan Ning did not care in the least. In truth, as long as it was not against fellow Han Chinese, killing anyone made no difference to him. They were soldiers by nature, the violent instruments of the state; if not used for killing, were they meant to be used for farming the fields?

After all, once the clan leader died, internal strife would inevitably erupt within the clan, and this infighting would not end in a short time. Even if a new clan leader were eventually elected, whether they would dare to seek revenge remained far from certain.

After the auctioneer explained the effects and power of the Thunder-Surging Fist, the bidding plunged straight into a fiery and frenzied state.

Could it be that this fellow was still holding something back? Considering that this guy frequently popped out with all sorts of bizarre and eccentric abilities, they felt it was very likely the case.

The figure in white wore a treasured sword, a pristine white robe fluttering in the wind. Amidst dancing strands of hair, an exquisitely breathtaking face was revealed to the world.

Just as he was condensing the fifth divine sword, he discovered that the entire encampment had suddenly grown noisy and chaotic, forcing him to temporarily halt his cultivation of the Six Divine Swords.

Among the domestic ancient martial arts families, the strongest in terms of strength should be the Shangguan family. Yet even the Shangguan family could not possibly possess such a large number of King Realm masters. Furthermore, this place was presumably merely a corner of the Three Divine Palaces; one could well imagine just how terrifying the overall strength of the entire Three Divine Palaces truly was.

By now, the two had been locked in combat for nearly half an hour, exchanging tens of thousands of flying sword clashes alone. However, as a Foundation Establishment cultivator, Daoist Yunku possessed a vast depth of spiritual power far beyond the reach of Qi Refining realm cultivators. Even after such intense combat, he remarkably still retained close to thirty percent of his usable spiritual power.

The sudden appearance of Lin Qingya and Qin Hai also deeply startled Chen Shangnian and the others, while He Wei and his mother wore expressions filled with shame, turning their heads away and not daring to look at Lin Qingya.

"Oh no, could it be that the ones Qin雅 and Gongsun Xian'er provoked today..." A wave of resentment welled up in Ye Fei's heart.

Yun Yin remembered very clearly that she had felt no anger in her heart at that moment, nor even any sense of annoyance. After being gathered into Qin Hai's embrace, aside from a brief system-crash-like blankness in her mind, what she actually thought was that being held by Qin Hai like this didn't feel half bad at all.

"What? Ye Fei?" Chen Zihao really felt too embarrassed to bother Ye Fei again; this matter had already caused the other party enough trouble. Yet how could he possibly know how close the relationship between Chen Shuyao and Ye Fei truly was?