141, Hunting Down the Jiangdong Army

"Prime Minister, why don't I go instead? I am much more familiar with Jiangdong and can guarantee a victory over Sun Quan. I am willing to sign a military pledge."

Despite all objections, Prime Minister Cao insisted on personally leading the troops to wage war in Jiangdong. Eager for battle, Cao Xin came to persuade him, hoping he would reconsider. He believed that with the Prime Minister holding down Xudu while he led campaigns across the territories, the two of them working in tandem would be utterly invincible.

"No need, I will go myself. After my departure, you shall remain in Xudu."

Even among the dragon race, a sixth-tier giant dragon belonged to the realm of legends. In the course of its long and ancient life, who could know how many treasures it had managed to amass?

Qi Xingzhou's words caused a dazed expression to appear on the face of Qi Yanghe, who had originally been braced for punishment.

The next moment, he detached directly from the waist of the magma serpent, plunged into the molten rock, and sank beneath the surface with bubbling sounds.

To them, Liang Zhi possessed no cultivation base or formidable aura at this moment, appearing almost like an ordinary old man. Yet they all knew that Liang Zhi had already shaken the southern regions with his renown fifty years ago. He had comprehended sword intent at the age of twenty, remaining undefeated among his peers, and only opponents surpassing his realm could force him to draw his sword.

"A demonic infant? What demonic infant?" Xing Wuji was not intimidated by this obstructing cultivator; he simply failed to understand what the demonic infant the other party spoke of actually was.

Long Xiuzhu was faring no better. By bypassing Gang Lie to slaughter his subordinates, he had driven the latter into a berserk rage. The explosive outburst just before Gang Lie's death was almost as frantic as a demon god descending upon the world, and three consecutive fierce, heavy cleaves forcefully batted Long Xiuzhu away through the air.

In truth, the recovery volume of the amplification potion was not utilized by the consumer. Once ingested, the potion continuously drains true essence and spiritual energy, and a fivefold recovery rate might not even suffice to sustain the side effects. All of this consumed energy is channeled entirely into the casted amplification skill, thereby extending its duration.

This was simply because the two Archmages' comprehension of magic was already deeply ingrained, forming a rigid mental set. No matter how Li Feng explained it, they would instinctively try to fit everything into their own magical theories. Yet Daoist arts and magic were as far apart as the sun and the moon, and the result of such forced application was that they became increasingly confused.

This was information he only learned upon reaching the palace gates; otherwise, he would never have come to waste his time.

It was not until this moment that the headless corpse standing upon the arena split into countless pieces of flesh amidst the crisscrossing sword qi, spilling shattered internal organs all over the ground.

At that moment, the voice of Wangyou emanated from within the spiritual array, which, under her manipulation, also began to unleash terrifying destructive might.

Sima Yi's gaze flickered. Although there was no concrete evidence, he could faintly sense that Prince Wei, Cao Cao, was using the mouth of this yellow-robed sorcerer to articulate his own inner thoughts.

Upon seeing this text message, Shao Yuxiang immediately made arrangements, instructing his assistant to cancel the evening meeting, as he had important matters to discuss with Qiao Shihan today.

As it turned out, Lin萧 had already seen through Jiang Lei's intentions long ago and took the initiative preemptively, pinning Jiang Lei straight to the ground.

Staring at those missed calls, Qiao Shihan froze for a moment before immediately turning and walking towards the balcony, dialing his number as she moved! Her heart was fluttering with anxiety the entire time she made the call, terrified of hearing any bad news she was unwilling to face.

On Prince Thor's lengthy list of enemies were giant dragons, orcs occupying the middle and lower tiers of Cold Mountain, goblins, hobgoblins, and his compatriots from rival clans. For a prince who had lost both his royal capital and his father, his meager forces faced challenges from all directions, and the only reliable strength he had left was his own clan.

"Hello, Father. Is there something you need?" Qiao Shihan asked in a completely devoid of emotion tone, sounding as routine as fulfilling an official duty.

The two left the inn and headed toward the guild. Before long, they arrived at the guild entrance, discreetly fished out their yellow wooden tokens from their pockets to show the guards, and stepped inside.