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      Chapter 437: We Didn’t Lose Either

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      by Potato “Swords hidden in the soul! Swords hidden in the soul!” “Mr. Gu!” “You actually dared to hide such a mighty Hongchen Swords within your soul—weren’t you afraid of killing yourself first?” In the sky full of ashes, came Heaven Arbiter Ashen’s horrified voice. Only now did he finally understand why Mr. Gu had frequently wandered in spirit over the past twenty years, seemingly detached from the chessboard. He had originally thought the other man was simply of a lofty state of mind. Who…
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      Chapter 436: The War Ends, United in the Same Boat

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      by Potato At the very moment the Flood Dragon Emperor appeared, Yan Wuyong, who had already ordered his entire army to retreat a hundred li, sensed the gaze of the Void Emperor. Meeting that look, he returned it with equal determination. The latter was momentarily stunned by such a gaze, then laughed and said, "This time, the Flood Dragon Emperor has transformed into the ten-thousand-li Dragon Mountain, separating everything beyond Northern Huangtian by five hundred li. I hope the Human Emperor won't press the…
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      Chapter 435: Ten Thousand Years of Dignity

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      by Potato From the moment the Flood Dragon Emperor returned to his true form, only the time it takes to drink a cup of tea had passed. Yet within that brief span, the colossal dragon who had first appeared in the skies, domineering and commanding, was now in utter ruin. At this moment, his massive body was covered in ghastly wounds, blood streaming endlessly. That blood flowed along his enormous form, dripping down to the earth below, dyeing the land red. His once-impenetrable scales were now crumbling inch by…
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      Chapter 434: The Crisis of the Demon Race

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      by Potato "So that's the Outer Heavens?" No wonder Daoist Ling Xi had never shown up—so she had truly taken the next step... If the Outer Heavens really existed, then doesn’t that mean what Mr. Gu once said—that there was a gray line above my head, making me a mere puppet on strings—was true? Intense pain swept through his entire body and even his soul, yet at this moment, the Flood Dragon Emperor's mind was filled with chaotic thoughts. The scene of Daoist Ling Xi crossing realms and suppressing him…
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      Chapter 433: Ling Xi Opens the Heavenly Gate

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      by Potato Before the towering Heavenly Gate, thousands of zhang high, Immortal Ling Xi stood alone. She raised her head to gaze at it, yet could not see its end—an overwhelming sense of insignificance welled up from within her. Behind her, hundreds of gazes landed on her—all from her master. Yet she couldn’t tell which one was real. She only knew that perhaps only by stepping through the gate before her could she pull her master back from illusion into reality. With this thought, Immortal Ling Xi reached…
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      Chapter 432: Half Black, Half White

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      by Potato “Haha~” Heaven Arbiter Ashen let out a loud laugh. “Just in time!” “This truly is a case of ‘When you think there’s no way forward, a hidden path appears!’” “With the Flood Dragon Emperor joining the fray, what does it matter even if Yan Wuyong commands a million-strong army?” "The Great Demon Realm stands supreme under heaven. Mere mortals cannot resist..." Beside him, Gu Ning'an observed Flood Dragon Emperor and remarked with a smile after noticing his calculations, Gu…
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      Chapter 431: The Dreadful Axe

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      by Potato Outside Yinsha Prefecture, the vast plains that should have been blanketed in white snow had been engulfed by a black flood. The million-strong army of the Yan Southern Army stretched out in a single, unbroken line, like an indestructible iron dragon. Shoulder to shoulder, foot to foot, their armor glinted cold and hard under the snowy light, and in the eyes of every soldier burned a fierce will to fight. At the front of the formation stood Yan Wuyong, clad in heavy armor and gripping a woodcutting axe,…
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      Chapter 430: A Heavy “Battle Report”

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      by Potato Night blanketed the land like ink. Within the military tent, only a few flickering oil lamps barely pushed back the gloom. The interplay of light and shadow made the atmosphere feel even heavier and more oppressive. The air was thick with a solemn tension that defied description, so stifling that even the sound of breathing echoed clearly in the confined space. Civil and military officials stood on either side of the tent, all wearing grim expressions, hardly daring to breathe, for fear that even the…
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      Chapter 429: Forcing Him to Decide

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      by Potato “Hey!” “Oh, come on now—what, we can’t drop by the grain depot and check on the brothers without an imperial edict from the Yan Emperor?” As he spoke, Advisor Liu walked over to a freshly piled stack of grain sacks and casually poked a small hole into one. A stream of pale yellow millet trickled out with a rustle. Scooping up a handful, he actually brought it straight to his mouth and started chewing it raw. Captain Wei was momentarily stunned by the sight. He looked like he wanted to stop…
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      Chapter 428: How to Choose

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      by Potato The twentieth year of Great Wu’s war-torn era. In the depth of winter, with thousands of miles frozen over, the land was blanketed in white as far as the eye could see. Watching the goose-feather snowflakes drift down from the sky, Yan Wuyong, whose temples were touched with frost, murmured softly, “Twenty years... This war should be over by now...” “What was I doing on this day twenty years ago? I think I was at home, eating dumplings my mother made...” “Advisor Liu, you wouldn’t…
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