Grandfather and Grandson Playing Chess

Originally intending to leave twenty thousand soldiers behind by the sea to guard the hundred-odd warships, Mu Yun and Su Zichuan, after careful deliberation, finally decided that everyone should go ashore, forming a cohesive unit capable of both offense and defense.

She believed that she was the cause of Ling Dongwu's departure. Given Xiao Haotian's audacity and utter disregard for gods and demons, once he flew into a rage, she could not even imagine to what extent the situation would evolve.

Shi Min looked at her retreating figure. Divorce? Is that right? Is it today? Tomorrow? The day after? Or will they eventually get divorced one day? Divorce, such a familiar word.

Having vented all at once, Shang Peidi on the opposite side actually just allowed Shu Chi to vent, without the slightest change in expression on his face.

"The Prince left early." Su Ranran answered the question Liu'er left unasked, and picked up her chopsticks.

Gu Yanfei finally snapped back to her senses, slapped Xiao Chenfeng's hand away, and took two steps back, keeping her distance from both of them.

This child was perceptive and clear-minded; perhaps he had already seen through his intentions, and now, was he actually helping his mother to stop and block him?

Hearing Sang Li make a request of her for a rare once, Li'er responded with almost excited enthusiasm, "This servant understands, but Princess, are you really alright like this?" With that, she even raised Sang Li's weak arm.

"Is this the power of a Gold Saint Seiya? A single move, just a single move altered the terrain—how terrifying..." Samui thought to herself in shock and awe as she looked at the huge crater before her.

Xuanran Shouxu took Xiao Yingyue's hand and walked onto the grandstand with a smile. "Let the competition begin." The Emperor ordered after taking his seat with Xiao Yingyue.

"I am Lin Le, commander of the Dawn Battalion. Today, I have been ordered to head to the Origin of Immortals to lead the Dawn Battalion in participating in the Immortal-Demon War." Lin Le did not show any contempt because of the immortal soldier's lapse in composure; instead, he held the soldier in high regard. To be able to maintain such restraint in the face of the Dawn Battalion was already quite rare.

Yes, the East Pole Demon Lord no longer wanted to seize the Chaos Sprite; he now had only one thought: to kill that person before he broke through the Nirvana realm. He had a hunch that leaving this person alive would surely become a grave threat to the Demon race in the future.

If things reached this point, Wang Nanbei certainly wouldn't be able to stay in Huaxia any longer. Presumably, the country wouldn't allow such a dangerous figure to remain within its borders either.

Could this Prince Rui actually command the Supreme Commander himself to personally set up a banquet to welcome him? Was he truly loyal for generations, or had his ambitions long been revealed, making him a subject of apprehension for the Supreme Commander?

When she finally saw this person's appearance clearly, Murong Ningyue realized that the one who had suddenly appeared was none other than Ye Yaorao.

Therefore, he was determined not to launch active attacks, adopting a conservative and safest strategy to slowly wear Ding Hao to death.

Ye Xiyue glanced at him sideways, looking at the pool of blood before her, and felt somewhat less angry with him.

Just at that moment, a sharp sound echoed through the air, followed by another roar, and the surrounding ground began to collapse.

Meng Qingmin suddenly called. Shen Jiaqi glanced at Chu Chaoyang, their different faces sharing the same confusion.

Thinking that this fellow had actually sacrificed himself to save her, she was deeply moved beyond measure. At the same time, she was also furious that this girl cherished herself far too little.

Jiang Yao pondered, feeling his already drowsy head grow increasingly swollen and painful. The strange flame deep within his soul was also rampaging wildly, and what was worse, the "Lightning Stone" at the back of his neck actually began to develop hairline cracks, plunging Jiang Yao into an even deeper crisis instantly.

Considering that the mortal world changes with each passing day and urgently needs talent to help manage it, the Black Impermanence was specially ordered to reward the two of them as special agents to assist in handling the affairs of guiding souls in the netherworld.

Fang Xun sighed and handed a storage ring to Lin Huanzhuan. Unlike the storage ring given to Su Yuehan, this one mostly contained items to improve cultivation aptitude. Given Lin Huanzhuan's current cultivation level and aptitude, giving him any more cultivation resources would be useless, so Fang Xun simply decided to let him improve his aptitude first.

It was just that Fang Xun purely didn't want to come to this place ever again. One must know that his seclusion back then wasn't just because his reclusive nerd tendencies had flared up.

As the voice faded, Ye Su's brows furrowed slightly. After a moment of deep thought in his mind, he suddenly grinned.

Accompanied by a crisp sound, the entire illusory blood saber instantly shattered into countless fragmented light pieces, floating in the void before slowly dissipating.

Under the influence of the flute music, the five hundred Blood Shark soldiers relaxed their entire bodies, smiling, as if immersed in some extremely joyful and relaxed mood.

Because they knew the meaning of the second half of Long Xie's unspoken sentence—Brother, who does not know how to forgive, will transform into a Netherworld Yaksha for Fei'er, slaughtering the world to protect Fei'er's pure heart. In this lifetime, clean and carefree...

As for Wang Hu, who had previously clamored to beat up Muli, he was so terrified by You Yu's formidable martial prowess that he stood frozen in place before he even had time to make a move.

"Speaking of which, what is going on with this forest of yours? Not to mention the miasma permeating it, where did these demon-corrupted monsters come from?" Taotie said, casually patting his trench coat, whereupon the miasma lingering around him vanished instantly.

"Alright, if anyone here still wants to become a hero, I don't mind helping him fulfill that dream." The old man with white hair threw his dagger onto the ground. The blood-stained dagger stuck obliquely into the deck, its trembling blade reflecting the sunlight, yet looking terribly chilling.

"The Fool's Magatama actually... Just how powerful is this attack!" Zero's voice could not help carrying a trace of lingering hatred.