Chapter 125: The Demon Calamity Army’s First Taste of Combat Power

“Left Eight, there’s an attack by demonic insects at a hundred meters—take them out now.”

At the commander’s order, the unit in the center, which had been steadily building up their strength, suddenly unleashed their power in unison. All of them were practitioners of fire magic, combining their efforts to summon an attack comparable to the seventh or eighth tier of the Cloud Ascendance Realm’s fire arts.

A hundred meters away, hundreds of demonic insects, which had been scurrying underground, abruptly burst into the air for a short-range assault. Under the force of this strike, dozens of nearby beasts were obliterated along with them.

Chu Jun clearly did not wish to answer that question. How could he admit that he was not truly a soldier but a mercenary who killed without a second thought?

Yet Liang Feilong was unfazed. He understood Su Qinglian’s mindset perfectly, having witnessed the gentle way she spoke to Lin Cheng. Lin Cheng had brought her to the opening ceremony of his martial arts school, an unusual choice since others were not given such privilege—Liang Feilong understood the depth of their relationship.

Zhuo Yingyan nodded lightly, and immediately Zhuo Yifan shot forward like a rocket. His Flame Sword Technique protected by the Divine Fire Sword completed the entire movement in an instant, swift and majestic. Following this, he executed the Six Harmonies Cold Water Slash without a trace of mercy.

The main point wasn’t that Hou Yunsheng was trying to manipulate anything. Given his relationship with the Nie family, if Nie Zhenbang came in person, this agreement was bound to be signed.

Perhaps the young man had realized the difference in martial skill with Lin Cheng, for after Lin Cheng sent him away, the look of resentment vanished from his eyes, replaced by a mixture of awe and admiration.

Marshall was swept up by the blast, flying backward and crashing his back against the railing. If not for the railing’s support, Marshall would have fallen into the water. Even so, the iron railing bent slightly under the force of his body.

“Yes, I’m here to represent him in the engagement proposal. He’s our leader,” Lü Longxiang said plainly and truthfully.

Tonight, in the early hours, the super typhoon “Libra” was set to make landfall in Shanghai. Though it wasn’t yet ten o’clock, the sky had already darkened ominously, and fierce winds howled.

“Shen Luo Tian Zheng!” Jiang Hua cast a cold glance at the young man but said nothing, instead raising his right hand with a grim expression.

When police officers pass by and encounter such situations, they often find it difficult to intervene. Because of ethnic policies, these matters are highly sensitive and no one dares to get involved. Sometimes, even the police will advise settling quietly with money to avoid trouble.

“Chunfeng, the Ritual Master didn’t just say that one sentence,” a voice came from afar, rolling in like a wave, arriving swiftly amidst the silence of the many martial artists.

Chang Xiang said, “In the past, we also tried financial support, helping farmers with breeding and planting, but most of it turned into bad debts and losses. We couldn’t even recover our investments.”

Ning Yue glanced around. Though not the strongest in the Ning family, his strength was sufficient to easily evade the notice of some servants.

Circle Circle II shook his head, refusing to disturb the other bricks. He was convinced it was a pointless act.

Not long ago, when he pursued Feng Wuzong, the great leader of the Fengyi tribe, he was interrupted by Cang Jianlong. The moment Cang Jianlong saw him, it was as if he had spotted an arch-enemy, fighting with desperate moves. Cang Jianlong was notoriously sly; if he tried any underhanded trick at this time, it would cost him his life.

Chu Ming, without hesitation, grasped his massive axe and slowly swung it toward the brilliant flame blossom before him.

The emergence of the Ruyi Heavenly Talisman and the appearance of the Grand Master’s earthly successor was a matter of great joy and celebration.

It was clear that he could no longer hold on. Jiang Bugu laughed heartily as his consciousness poured into the Demon Spirit Sacred Bone. The four Demon Spirit Sacred Bones clicked and merged, forming a jet-black jade skull. From the skull’s eye sockets glowed a faint, eerie green light.

Moreover, Chu Ming knew well that the sudden surge in Wu Chi’s strength would not last long.