Chapter 36: Beset by Troubles Within and Without

Han Gaohu stood up and said, "Commander, Brother Luo, what do you mean by this?"

Luo Lie, knowing Han was upright and stubborn, pressed him back down and advised, "Brother Han, you’ve been stationed at the border for a long time and aren’t aware of the situation at court. The Commander’s actions today are for the good of us brothers."

Han Gaohu replied gruffly, "I..."

At that moment, the purple-glowing orb inside his body, which he had been unable to detect, released a faint thread of spiritual energy. It surged into Ning Yitian’s sea of consciousness, replenishing his spirit.

"Hmph, I say you’re just dreaming! Ten thousand years ago, you commanded an army of a million powerful demons, yet you were still utterly defeated. And now, you’re all alone—how could you possibly stand against the entire Divine Continent? Tell me, isn’t that pure fantasy?" Siroan’s eyes were full of contempt and his face brimmed with disdain.

Xinu shouted loudly. Everyone present knew that this place belonged to the Sixth Prince, and Xinu was one of his people. Since Xinu was intent on making things difficult for someone, helping that person would be tantamount to opposing the Sixth Prince. The Sixth Prince was infamous for his unruliness; to offend him would be to court disaster.

At that moment, the horse was lowering its head to drink. It was so finely detailed that even the number of eyelashes on its eyes could be counted.

In the blink of an eye, the ground beneath their feet trembled with increasing violence. In some places, torrents of magma erupted forth.

"What exactly is happening?" Shen Wuyan sat down on the imperial throne, frowning as he asked.

Since Master Huang He’s outburst, Ma Tiancheng had watched coldly from the sidelines, observing the clash like a spectator and pondering how to escape safely. Seeing that the mountain chicken spirit could not prevail for the moment, Master Huang He raised an eyebrow, extended his right hand, channeled spiritual energy, and countless golden blades of force formed in his palms.

Many of the steppe soldiers didn’t recognize Zhang Liang; all they saw was a peasant spouting bold words, which immediately angered some of them.

"Heh heh... I heard from the lord that today a challenger actually forced the lord back within two moves. I wonder what sort of person this is?" One of the white-robed skeletons let out a strange laugh, though the shock in his voice was still evident.

As it turned out, Xiang Yu’s plan was to block Liu Bang from entering Xianyang, leaving him to guard Hangu Pass instead. But when Xiang Yu arrived at Hangu Pass, he was dumbfounded—he couldn’t get in at all. Liu Bang’s soldiers guarded the pass as tightly as an iron barrel, declaring that without the Duke of Pei’s order, no one was allowed entry.

He understood there probably wasn’t any treasure here as he’d imagined; rather than wasting time, he might as well watch a few more movies or TV dramas. After all, Chen Jia hadn’t seen many of these, and if, during the transmission, he ended up somewhere completely unfamiliar, he’d be in real trouble.

Upon hearing this, the traffic officer looked at his car—an Audi? Was this the one that had reached speeds over two hundred? Yes, with this, he could surely catch up and avenge his comrade.

Nangong Wentian had already made his position clear, yet the black-robed Fifth Brother still smacked his lips in hesitation.

Although, at that time, the Dao Without Form team wasn’t yet the later all-star Dream Team, several of them were already top-tier players.

Jun Thirteen said nothing. In that oppressive space, he slowly approached the bus, spread his arms wide, and with a forceful sweep, blew back the crowd near the bus as if by a gust of wind.

Sun An glanced at the shops selling clothes. In his memory, those racks capable of holding many garments came with casters for easy transport. But since shops didn’t need to move clothes around, the ones here, though able to hold many garments, lacked wheels.

However, the gang leader—Flower on the Road—had given the order: everyone was to ignore Sweeping Across the Army. He couldn’t die now anyway; if he got too arrogant, he’d just have to learn his lesson.