Volume One, Chapter 72: Raising the Banner

"Sister Qin, is what you said true? Are you really letting my father handle the loading work at Longsheng Coal Mine?"
Zhang Weidong asked in disbelief.
"What do you mean? Even if I wanted to lie to you, I could never lie to Uncle!"
Lin Yi still feared that Ding Jingxi might forcibly seize his 'Golden Dragon Body of the Sacred Domain' technique, but even so, he wanted to tell Ding Jingxi everything, for this was the conviction Lin Yi had always believed in.
Lu Shuangyang certainly would not reveal that this mystical formation was one he found in an ancient diagram from the spatial ring gifted by a senior. Of all the formations he had seen, this was the least combat-capable... yet unexpectedly, it managed to help them escape danger this time.
Though the voices of these people were faint, Yun Xiao's hearing was extraordinary; she caught every word of their discussion without missing a single syllable.
"Lie Sai, what is going on?" The chieftain of the Flame Tribe asked Lie Sai, who was the tribe's chief warrior.
Missis shook her numb arm; truth be told, even these virtual images were painful. Although they couldn't compare to the physical intensity of a real duel, their realism was sufficient.
Sometimes he felt he no longer knew himself. Now, his only instinct was to run; beyond fleeing, he could do nothing. How should he face those he had harmed?
He possessed the strength of a lieutenant and was an officer trained in the Divine Army Academy. Relying on the power of his own Fire Star energy and the covering fire from his comrades, he had managed several times to slash through the waist and chest of the undead. Yet, no matter how deep the wounds, they did nothing to lessen its power or speed.
"They chose this exact moment to strike!" Jiang Ling gritted his teeth, then scanned the surroundings warily, searching for the other player's silhouette.
No wonder Lulu's voice was so loud—one could hear her clearly even from a hundred meters away, so it was perfectly normal for others to overhear.
As expected, just as he thought, Li Xiaoyao responded with an even more rebellious attitude.
A moment ago, Wan Changqing and Black Feather were the focus of everyone's gaze, but now they were entirely ignored. The lively atmosphere around them instantly became cold and quiet, causing both their brows to furrow in slight displeasure.
The leading warlords—First Divine Commander, Second Divine Commander, and others of their caliber—had nearly lost all combat ability. Their faces were pale as they were guarded at the center of the group.
Seeing that Ye Zhusheng had noticed it, the giant wolf halted. It lowered its body, dipped its head, bared its sharp fangs, and let out a low growl from its throat, glaring fiercely at Ye Zhusheng.
Xue Shisan shook both arms, and suddenly countless lightning serpents danced in the sky above, as if the ancient space and time itself were cracking.
Of course, opportunity favors the prepared. Relying solely on luck may bring fleeting success, but it will never lead far.
Ning Feng spoke indifferently. Though he had no idea what sort of contest awaited him, there was not a trace of nervousness in his demeanor. He cared little for Smith, Higashikawa Taro, and the others—not out of arrogance, but confidence. Confidence born from his mastery of the healing arts at the Grandmaster level.
Yet, ever since the disappearance of the Seven Saints, their descendants had become as timid as King Roc and his kin.
"You!" Black Jade spat blood, clutching his chest as he raised his head and struggled for breath. But all he saw was Chen Xuan's mask reflecting golden light into his eyes, and then his chest was stomped down hard.
"No, I've been in the dormitory all along. No one has come, and I haven't touched anything," Feng Qiaoshuang answered first.
Yet the other simply smiled softly at her, feigning ignorance as if he did not understand her meaning.