Chapter 37: Defeating the Arrogant, Passion Reaching its Zenith

The black sphere erupted with blinding light, as if a miniature sun had risen within the cave.

Terrifying waves of energy surged out like a tidal wave, instantly swallowing Niu Yichen and Zhan Qingxue.

"Damn it, he’s for real?!" Niu Yichen cursed under his breath. The old geezer was determined to drag someone down with him even in his final moments.

This was no Master of the Flute; he was a human suicide bomber!

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A figure dressed in white as snow stood there, his handsome, fair face devoid of any expression. He gazed at the drizzle outside the window with eyes completely void of emotion and said, "Do you believe it?" He only spoke three words, as if uttering even one more would be a waste of his energy.

"In just a few short years, you have become truly astonishing, Fellow Daoist. We are inextricably linked to the Wolong Clan, so there is no need for you to be so formal," King Qin said with a smile.

The fiery red sun hung in the western sky. After a full day of scorching heat, the entire forest had become stiflingly humid.

Suddenly, a brilliant smile spread across the face of the Ghost King Zhan Qian, a smile filled with boundless self-assurance. His faction might not be the strongest, but he believed his men were the most united. Unity was more important than anything else.

"Haha, not at all, not at all!" Guan Yu suddenly looked flustered. "We must be going; if you need anything, find me at the county magistrate's office." Having said that, he actually stumbled, nearly tripping over himself, and dragged the confused Zhang Fei away.

However, after being dealt such a blow today, he finally gave up. He hoped to clear everything up. Whether or not I thought you had always been exposing yourself like this, there was clearly no sense of presence to be found. Please believe me just this once; continuing to fuss over things so recklessly is likely impossible.

Situ Haoyu pursed his lips, clearly dissatisfied with her answer, a trace of anger flashing in the depths of his eyes.

As soon as Meng Xiaopei entered the clubhouse, she let go of the arm she had been holding with Jiang Ming. Once inside the court, she kept walking ahead, while Jiang Ming followed behind without the slightest concern.

"The two of you, get out of here right now! If you don't leave, do you want me to knock your teeth out?" Yingjun glared at the two delivery men as he spoke. Stunned by his fierce expression, the two men could only mutter their grievances as they left.

She felt inexplicably excited, but after glancing at Mo Langyue, she still handed the box back.

The more Tang Zhichao spoke, the more he felt his plan was feasible. The expression on his face grew increasingly excited, and even his eyes began to glow with a fervent light.

A shrill scream rang out amidst the flames. The sound was piercing, soaring straight into the clouds and echoing throughout the entire campus. It was a cry laden with endless agony.

Lan Shirong, however, felt no embarrassment at all regarding her belongings. Without a hint of awkwardness, she took them out one by one with a solemn expression. Xiao Tian guessed that she was reveling in the misfortune of others.

Zhang Fei and Guan Yu led several thousand defeated troops in a dash for over ten miles. Suddenly, intense drumming erupted from the woods ahead, and battle cries rang out from both sides. Ten thousand Han army reinforcements charged out from the forest, throwing the Jiaozhou soldiers into total chaos.

The speed reached Mach 2. Driven by the anxious pilot, the distance to the wilderness front line was covered in a mere moment.

"Could this man be Miyamoto Musashi reborn?" a police officer muttered in a daze, completely stunned.

"I’m defeated by you two! Good grief! You’ve both gone absolutely mad!" Yu Qi simply squatted down, cupping her chin in her hands and refusing to say another word.

The procession moved slowly, sleeping in the open and eating in the wind. Half a month later, they finally arrived at Zhangye Commandery. Zhao Yun immediately handed the grain over to Ma as rations for the Hexi Han army, and sealed all the wealth and supplies in the Zhangye government granaries, intending to transport them back to Chang'an after the spring thaw.