Volume 1, Chapter 45: Respected Superiors, Please Accept the Curse of the Incompetent

Chuguang watched as the magic array rose in the distance, enshrouding the entire academy.

Red auras drifted across the sky, making it look like a ghost town.

"What is that... I'm so scared..."

A voice trembled behind him. "Where are the teachers? Where is the headmaster? Why have they all vanished?"

Seizing the right moment, Lin Chou rang a black bell. Its chime sounded like a hypnotic spell, making everyone who heard it feel overwhelmingly drowsy.

Following a calm utterance from the silent black-robed youth on the high platform, two lines of people slowly walked up onto the stage from below.

Things were getting truly lively now. With over thirty more figures suddenly emerging, the spacious hall spanning several thousand square meters instantly transformed into a battlefield. The man surnamed Sheng and the one surnamed Jiang were completely bewildered at that moment. Having no idea who their actual opponents were, they simply swung their blades and hacked away at anyone who approached them.

Not long after the young major boarded his car and left, a group of young monks slowly stepped out from the shrine.

"I am Zhu Shengtian. Strictly speaking, we are old acquaintances. Two years ago, I too came to attend the birthday banquet for the sake of the mortal race, and fought General Hou with all my might, managing to shatter only a single piece of your armor," I said with a smile.

Although fifty spots for the factory seemed rather small compared to the total number of people present, it was, after all, a pathway to upward mobility. Missing this opportunity meant waiting indefinitely for the next, so every prospective applicant gathered at the scene was eager to try their hand and fight for those fifty precious worker slots.

Rather than calling him a martial artist, perhaps the identity of a plotter suited him better. Moreover, many aspects proved that he was hardly a qualified commander.

Just as he thought this fellow was about to suffer a brutal beating, he saw the four burly men miss their punches and kicks entirely, only to cry out as if struck by a heavy blow before clutching their limbs and collapsing to the ground.

"Not entirely, because within the Water Emperor Palace, no one can defeat this deity," Lihui said with a disdainful sneer.

Yuntong and Ji'ai also charged forward, but after exchanging only a few blows, Yuntong was struck and sent flying. Ji'ai summoned a wall of water to stand before me, successfully blocking Mo Wuyuan's attack.

The cannons in the hands of the giant puppets acted like two oversized handguns, unleashing a frantic barrage that sent those people scrambling for cover in sheer panic.

The deaths of his grandfather and third younger brother were brought upon Zhang Chen by his own doing. As for his second younger brother Zhang Han, it could be said that he lived in the pugilistic world where violence was inevitable. However, pinning his father's revenge on someone else—how could that ever quench his anger?

The moment it was activated, Xie Xing's soul power, sensory perception, and cultivation in all aspects would elevate by an entire tier. Although it could not be sustained for very long, it would serve a critical purpose at the crucial hour.

Within the courtyard, the profiteer was seen pressing his stomach as he sat slumped against the corner of the wall. His face was deathly pale, and a vast patch beneath him was stained red with blood.

With those words spoken, giving them no chance to respond, Yan Shu had Shen Zhuxin untie the three men from the tree, bind them together into a line with a rope, and drag them toward East Desolation Village.

Ruisue looked at the sorrowful and somewhat oppressive atmosphere lingering in the room, frowned slightly, and then walked out.

Sitting opposite him was a fair-skinned youth resembling a vampire, who was leisurely sipping tea.

Hongge turned and walked out the door, but after taking a few steps, she paused. Unable to help herself, she turned around and walked back in.

"Oh, why did it blow away?" Xu Yaru had been right in the middle of her excitement, only to find the lotus lantern wobbling and drifting away.

One beauty threw herself into his arms, yet he simply lacked the nerve to even undo a zipper, while the other? She believed whatever she heard and acted with stubborn, reckless abandon.

Jiang Yuebai held her shield in front, flying straight forward to fiercely thrust at the red-eyed patient who was blinded by killing intent.

Upon receiving a report that a Nationalist army had constructed defensive positions complete with pillboxes and other fortifications beneath the city walls of Dangtu Town ahead, the commander of this major regiment ordered his troops to deploy into an attack formation one kilometer away from the town. He also established an artillery position for the regiment's four Type 92 infantry guns at a distance of 1,500 meters from the city walls.