Chapter 21: Is He Unable to Discern Right from Wrong?

In the blink of an eye, Wu Song instantly defeated three wooden dummies, leaving everyone present stunned and struggling to accept what they had witnessed.

After the principle that two negatives make a positive, the commander of the Ninth Fleet’s judgment proved mostly accurate. Even as a super ace, Feng Yu still could not surpass their top ace at this moment.

In Gao Chong’s heart, although he was loyal to the Han Emperor and obeyed all orders, deep down he felt that Xu Gui was more important to him. Xu Gui had been his young master from the start, and after enduring countless battles and life-or-death trials together, the bond forged on the battlefield far outweighed his loyalty to the Han Emperor.

Suddenly, the “Eye of the Wind God” relayed everything it had known since its creation to Mofei in a nearly joyful outpouring.

“He’s very strong, about on par with my physical condition, maybe even a bit stronger,” said Geng Hu.

With a series of “whoosh” sounds, apart from two elite members of the Cao family closely following Cao Ke, the others dispersed on the spot, acting according to Cao Ke’s prior orders.

Gao Chong felt somewhat anxious. He had worried the two would be overly cautious and let him or Huang Wan take the first drink, but seeing their delight now, he was both surprised and pleased.

After an unknown interval, Feng Ni’s entire body suddenly trembled. Immediately, a mysterious and powerful mental force, like a storm of the mind, surged into Feng Ni’s spiritual realm following a special frequency.

From the moment Cao Ke ordered the bombardment on General Du’s camp, Cao Hong and Crown Prince Jingyun were already aware. The roaring volley of a hundred cannons was so deafening that even several kilometers away across the Red Coral Reef, it could be heard clearly—let alone from their vantage point atop the mountain.

According to what he knew, Yin Yumo was not someone any man could approach casually. Perhaps he might be one of the few exceptions.

Others, a bit slow to react, nodded in agreement after hearing this. “Yes, yes, the door is dirty; we’re just wiping it,” they said, pretending to clean as well.

In the end, the converging power of faith brought indescribable benefits even to his panoramic view. Under Li Xun’s full effort, the panorama gradually took on the aura of a spiritual realm.

Tang Manqing said no more. Perhaps she had never pondered this question, nor would she ever. Her life was all about work, and now she had the closest family member she had ever known.

Drunken Breeze glanced at the audience’s remark, “Just caught that,” and inwardly cried out in protest.

The kingdom, beset from front and rear, bent forward, then kicked back. His toes lightly tapped the jade-cutting blade, and with a note played from the Howling Sky Flute, a golden-armored giant appeared, wielding a heavy-backed horse saber, slashing at the giant hand formed by the black and white energies.

One pill was taken when he was bitten by the blood bat beast long ago, and another was given to Feng Zhuyue.

A dark-skinned, rugged young man crept alone along the road leading to the department store. To the east of the city, faint flames flickered. He knew Zhao Ying had started a fire on the city’s outskirts.

Yang Xiao stared at Liu Xu with narrowed eyes for a long while, making him uneasy inside. Could it be that his master already knew what Fang Nan had said? Thinking of this, he felt more guilty, sweat oozed from his palms, his face drained of color, and his legs trembled slightly.

Yin Yumo let out a soft hiss. “Could you be a little gentler?” He really had no sense of delicacy, striking so heavily.

Prince Ruan Anshun of the Lei Ping Empire executed a move: “Astral Blast!” A celestial phenomenon appeared, stars emerging infinitely in the void. These stars converged into a massive Sword of the Firmament, surging toward Wen Renben.

Qin Zhuang imprisoned him in this woodshed, tied to a pillar, torturing him into confessing his identity and purpose.

Zhou Zerun frowned but still consented to Zhou Zechen’s plan. He waved the others away, signaling them to leave. In his heart, no matter what, the Zhou family was paramount.

“Can you release that employee now?” Shen Zhuyun did not even move the knife or fork on her plate.

Baili, who had been dozing off, suddenly woke up. Before he could understand what was happening, the dice violently collided against his chest, back, forehead, and back of his head repeatedly, with such force he felt as if his bones might shatter. Though a spirit, the murderous aura of the Buddha shook him until he felt nauseous and dizzy.

“I haven’t practiced enough; stay with me a little longer,” Mu Yao coquettishly swayed, lips slightly parted, her big watery eyes gazing at Mu Tingye.

The Prince of Huai should not have entrusted all her affairs to others. Yet their intimate relationship seemed hardly questionable.

He was seldom at a disadvantage against Meng Yuzhou. He recalled that he had once opposed Meng Yuzhou just as fiercely as his enemy, Zhuo Yue.

“Little Sister Sanhe, what’s wrong? Feeling down or did you quarrel with Sister Yuehe?” Ye Nuan softly asked with concern.

“What? What the hell?” Lei Hu looked bewildered. Even when exerting his full strength, he could not pull back the Blood Blade.

After some thought, she abandoned the idea of joining Zhu Jin and others for safety, instead turning toward Jade Peak Mountain.

Long Lengrui’s words reminded him of the encounter from last night. He widened his eyes and snorted coldly in dissatisfaction.

Unbeknownst to all, just as Zhuang Yao was about to collapse, another moved in tandem with Lou Mian.

“The benefactor means, how could they allow someone like me, who speaks frankly, to become the head of the Discipline Institute?” Ning Fobo’s words were sharp, yet his tone remained gentle and calm.

Worse still, the person in charge, An Wufeng, had not returned since going out. Even Meng Zhongyou and Elder Guo, accompanying the bride-to-be Hu Yugui, came by to notify, yet there was no sign of him.

This strike no longer surged forward with the same relentless decisiveness as before.

At the hour of the ox, a shadow lurked silently before the Du mansion’s gate. It was Liu Wei, who, on his return, thought that if the Du mansion had truly sent an assassin, there would be no guard now—an excellent opportunity for reconnaissance.

Dinner was ready. As they went downstairs to eat, everyone was affected by the recent events and hesitated to begin.

Wei Yang boasted that completing all of Liu Wei’s construction tasks within half a year, plus building an A-level defense system for the base, was a source of pride.

If one cannot help, so be it; but causing trouble is unacceptable. As a royal descendant, one must always consider the stability of the nation.