Chapter Thirty-Three: The Silver Wolf Would Rather Die

“Are you in pain now?”

“Mother is very worried about you.”

These were Madam Su’s anxious words.

“Yes, Xingye. I know there is someone else in your heart now.”

Louisa pressed her lips together resentfully. When a male refused the comfort of a high-ranking female, there was only one possible explanation.

His heart had already been completely occupied by another female.

Because of this, these naturally proud males had begun to act of their own accord.

You Fei merely nodded.

The 259th Division was not a shelter. The fighting strength of these Manchu warriors truly could not be compared with those late-Qing relics who spent their days raising birds and walking dogs. They were warriors by nature. After such a fierce charge, they had lost only a dozen men, less than one-tenth of their number—an achievement that was remarkably rare.

Fire and water were inherently opposing substances. Thus, when they met within Jiang Yifan’s body, neither could tolerate the other, and they immediately began attacking one another, each acting independently.

As for the instructors Xiahou had encountered in his previous life, their so-called Nascent Souls actually existed because acquired true essence was inferior in nature to innate energy. Driven to desperation, they could only use a highly condensed spiritual essence—the Nascent Soul—to replace the function of innate energy. That was how the term Nascent Soul came into being. In truth, however, they had merely taken a longer route.

“Pfft!”

The Titan giant was no fool; that was how he had become a divine servant. He bit through the tip of his tongue, and a drop of heartblood gleaming with resplendent golden light transformed into a blood arrow and shot toward the totem pillar.

With one hand, Nalan Sbaroo wrapped it around the head of a Japanese soldier and twisted violently, completely snapping the man’s cervical vertebrae. Nalan Sbaroo released him, and the Japanese soldier was already dead, sprawled on the ground like a dead dog.

Mu Yunxuan, be patient a little longer. Once I learn their objective, I will return to your side, Su Zimo said silently.

He was extremely clever. Heroes such as Rengar and Kha’Zix, who specialized in jungling, were like that: once your jungle had been invaded, you would basically be unable to accomplish anything for quite some time afterward.

You Fei had no idea how the situation outside Kunming had changed. Even if he had known, he would not have blamed anyone. Things should be handled as they arose. If someone insulted you and you merely swallowed your anger, you were nothing but a coward.

The other method was to form hand seals and strike them out according to the way it was done in the story, as with the Raging Monarch.

Liu Feng’s gloomy voice rang out. “Are you questioning my credibility, Charvik Wolf King?”

At that moment, Liu Feng displayed an unprecedented firmness. Even Jones revealed a startled expression. He had never seen such a frightening look in Liu Feng’s eyes before. That gaze seemed truly capable of killing.

Her cultivation had now risen to an extremely high level. Should an accident occur and someone deliver a heavy blow to her primordial spirit, which had become extraordinarily fragile while absorbing the energy of the earth’s veins, she too would be reduced to ashes.

Others would have been overjoyed upon awakening a legendary bloodline, but Liu Shiyu was merely somewhat pleased. She said nothing more, simply withdrawing her flaming wings. The wings were like a part of her body, and she adapted to them almost instantly.

The teacup looked identical to those in the world of the living, but its texture felt more delicate to the touch, as though there were something subtly different about it.

Li Shimin sat silently on the luohan couch. Below him sat Gao Shilian, Li Jing, Li Shiji, and Li Daozong. All four wore expressionless faces and remained perfectly still, waiting for Li Shimin to speak.

For the people of Spirit Star, weakening some of the less powerful star officials who had long ceased striving forward would give them a chance to choose a new master. The Celestial Emperor could grant them that opportunity.

Upon hearing this, Xue Rengui looked at Cheng Wuting in shock and thought, The Crown Prince has treated you with such generosity. How dare you speak disrespectfully of him behind his back?

“Heaven’s secrets must not be revealed!”

Qi Ran did not want to place himself too high, for that would seem too contrived. Yet he did not want to place himself too low either, as that would diminish his standing. Nor would he reveal his true cultivation. After thinking it over briefly, he decided that maintaining an air of mystery was the best choice.