Volume One, Chapter 66: The Horns of War

Montage was fully aware of the gravity of the situation. Now, the threat of the beast tide paled in comparison to the crisis of the Splintered Snail.

“I caused this mess. I’ll handle it myself.”

With those words, Montage stepped forward, his body enveloped in a swirling current of air. “Fire!”

He opened his right hand, and a golden flame rose from his palm. This was the ability he gained after opening his second divine gate. Yet, his fire was unlike that of others who commanded flames.

Montage’s fire bore no heat, existing only in form, as if it were merely a shadow of the real thing. However, the moment this flame appeared, Kang’s eyes widened suddenly within the conscious realm, his face betraying disbelief.

“This can’t be. How could he awaken this…”

“I have an idea as well. Why don’t we each write down our thoughts?” At that moment, Ziyu seemed to have an inspiration.

The weather today was splendid, though unbearably hot. Heat waves lingered in the air, and the moment they left the examination hall, sweat was already starting to bead. Some quietly watched from afar—seeing the rose, they knew Mingcao belonged to someone, so they no longer approached.

One by one, the “monsters” appeared. They looked roughly human, but were abnormally large, their bodies formed from random debris scattered across the deck. Seven or eight monsters stood there, each constructed differently.

This tank was actually powered by human muscle. That explained why the old soldier’s mortar shell striking the boiler room couldn’t stop the junk tank: whether the boiler was damaged or not had nothing to do with its movement.

Normally, this method was used to employ expendable troops or to ambush unsuspecting male experts.

He’d been in this world for days now, yet hadn’t left the Chen Consortium headquarters. He was eager to see the world outside.

Meng Yunchuan pushed himself to his fastest speed, but compared to the other vehicles, his pace was laughable.

Luo Yanxi glanced around; at this hour, all the buses were long gone, and not a taxi was in sight.

Upon landing, the Ze Cloud beast chased its own long tail in two dizzy circles. Meng Yunchuan watched in confusion—until, in the next instant, the Ze Cloud beast grew larger before his eyes, startling him.

“Some things are better left unknown. Since all those people are dead, handle the aftermath well. I don’t want the news to be everywhere.” Wang An’s voice was soft as he spoke from his rattan chair.

Guo Ruotong exited the airport and hailed a taxi, heading straight for “Hengmei International Fitness Club.”

In the publicity department, some stayed glued to their computers, while others responded, cheeks subtly flushing as they recalled the boy in the photo.

Finally, the bottom of the roll-up blind was lifted just a little, and two words appeared on the fogged glass: “What’s up?” followed by a huge question mark.

Perhaps Xuanwei never showed pride or arrogance, yet upon honest reflection, did Xuanwei truly place himself at the same level as other cultivators?

The only discordant note was that one side held eighteen earthen jars, while the other had only fifteen.

Sun Yi looked at Ye An peculiarly, smacking her lips before finally making a face that said, “I concede.”

In the blink of an eye, whether high-level demons or massive magical warships with shields, all were dissolved and melted away in the terrifying storm of light.

Thus, his gaze, having dismissed the celebrities, focused entirely on the rising stars among the well-known streamers.

Wang An glanced at the two bodyguards, already guessing their astonishment and their unspoken questions. But he didn’t give them the chance to speak, simply waving his hand and calmly uttering, “Yes, I’ve told her everything.”

“Did you tell her everything?” Huangfu Ye descended two steps, his voice cold as ice.

But how could it be Chu Heng? Whether victim or perpetrator, he was the last person she wanted to see.

A fist and a palm, blow after blow, fought to exhaustion, venting every trace of inner resentment. Before long, both their faces bore fresh wounds.

Combined with the scenery, to some eyes, it seemed less like a divine visitation and more like the arrival of some ominous, dark entity.

“Father, Mother, rest assured—I won’t let anyone bully her. I swear on my life!” he declared, gripping Su Qian’s hand tightly. With his other hand, he exerted sudden force. With a crack, Su Bo’s neck snapped, his head lolling sideways before dropping to the floor with a thud.

“Right, my cousin and I didn’t talk about anything—just some family matters. Star Jiang must’ve seen wrong,” Lan Xingxing chimed in, not wanting Jiang Bojin to sense discord between her and Fan Jingyun. No one could be allowed to see them as a laughingstock.

“Have you ever heard of Regent Prince Xuanyuan Jing? Xuanyuan Jing!” The big-mole man’s shout pulled Lie Yan’s drifting thoughts back.

If it were merely a matter of feelings between two people, no one would speak so categorically. And if Tong Wanyao was just an ex, how could he care so nervously for her grandmother?

Yue Yi gazed in terror and despair at her guards, who looked at her as if she were a demon. The bloody scene made her nauseous; suppressing her queasiness, she hurriedly ran outside.

However, for a martial artist at the acquired stage, there was absolutely no way to cultivate a yellow-ranked martial skill to perfection.

The Eight Great Kings, except for the rotating Wolf King and Silent Night King, had all rushed from their domains. The Eight Kings returned to the Ancient Court of the Dao, gathering once more.

Si Beilin’s team was undoubtedly the second to enter the third round after Chen Xing. Yet Si Beilin’s approach chilled the heart: as captain of the Si Bei family’s team, he injured one of his own, leaving life or death uncertain. In the hearts of all Si Bei clan team members, a shadow was forever cast.

At this moment, accepting the organization’s decision would preserve a departmental rank and its benefits; resisting would lead to a worse fate and utter disgrace.

This Mengge Tie Muer was the sixth ancestor of Nurhaci, founder of the Qing dynasty, honored as the Forefather. At that time, Mengge Tie Muer and his clansmen still lived on the Korean peninsula, which historically belonged to China.

Yet she felt she didn’t truly know him—his depth, his strategy, far surpassed her imagination.

“Prepare to die…” This time, Taigu did not hesitate. His immense spiritual power surged once more, aiming to annihilate Wu Hui’s soul in one decisive blow.

Of course, in matters like these, Yan Lingyu would never attend. Had Yan Lingyu been present, today’s farce would surely have escalated, and there might still be no way to resolve it now.