367: Chapter 367 The Final War of the Great Xia Dynasty: End or Be Ended?

Accepted.

They all accepted!

Regardless of their motives, every team accepted the challenge!

As William's words fell...

The stadium immediately erupted with the most primal and fanatical shouts.

This was exactly what they wanted to see!

To hell with the group stage draws! To hell with round after round of elimination matches!

How could any of that be as thrilling as a single person challenging the whole world, or a single nation standing alone against all heroes?

Qin Lin used analysis to rule out any possibility of suicide; meanwhile, according to witness testimony, it was clear that Han Naji had also been killed by someone else, but why were there no signs of a struggle?

Considering that Shen Rui and the others were exhausted from their journey, Madam Xu spoke with them briefly before dismissing them to wash up and rest, specifically instructing Nanny Zhou to escort Madam He back to her courtyard.

Everyone was speculating that Sigu Jian was likely using this final opening of the Sword Hut to decide which side Dongyi City would lean toward in the future. Therefore, both the Northern Qi and Southern Qing courts dared not be negligent and sent representative figures; Fan Xian, because of his relationship with Wang Shisanlang, naturally became the representative for Southern Qing.

Carrying the power of two spiritual artifacts, Wan Xiangcen used overwhelming force to knock the Feathered Platform flying; the third arrow qi had already reached over thirty meters in length, appearing almost like a beam of heavenly light.

General Ji directly waived the physical tests for the other Zodiac Guardian warriors, fearing his heart wouldn't be able to handle any more such surprises; after all, he was getting on in years.

And if the First Prince of Qing really were to succeed the throne... he was married to the Eldest Princess of Northern Qi and had the blood of Dongyi City flowing in his veins; would the future Qing Kingdom still be the same aggressive Qing Kingdom it was today?

A certain fox's nostrils twitched, as if catching a familiar scent, yet he couldn't recall where he had smelled it before. The fox didn't pay it much mind, focusing all his energy on observing the Twin Dragons.

Zhou Yi took over his boss's work. After finishing the overseas call, he turned to look at the floor-to-ceiling window, where a tall and slender back was visible. Fu Hansheng stood there, watching his wife leave in the car, watching as the vehicle gradually vanished from his sight, yet he remained standing there, motionless.

In her dream, there was an unfamiliar city and an unfamiliar road; the night was so silent, and the path so dark. She stumbled along the night road, seeing no one and hearing no sound, able only to struggle and grope blindly through the pitch darkness.

"Why did you poke me?" A certain fox stared wide-eyed at Shi Qingxuan, clearly displeased with her action. Not only did she not treat him to a meal, but she also poked him for no reason; the more he thought about it, the more it didn't sit right, and he resolved to poke her back.

"Then what if that Ye Zhijian doesn't understand your meaning, Third Brother?" Liu Yunchang asked, having seemingly understood but still harboring a doubt.

At the River-Viewing Terrace on the north bank, the tide surged and churned. Xie Junhe leaned against the railing, gazing at the sweeping torrent beneath his feet and staring blankly at the opposite shore. After a thousand sails had passed, the shadows of heroes lingered. How many sword shadows crossing the river were aimed at him? Where had the snowy sea of the crossing river drifted off to?

The moment the magic was released, Li Yan felt a sudden flash before his eyes, as if someone had abruptly cast a "Flash Spell" right in front of him.

It wasn't until the afternoon that the high fever finally broke. However, he was extremely weak, with no strength left in his body, and he drifted off into a deep sleep before he knew it.

During this period, Cang Gu imparted almost his entire life's learning to Zhao Gan and Zi Wulei. Various styles of fist and leg techniques emerged in endless succession; to not disappoint his expectations, the two could only practice bitterly day and night.

She spoke with a rare joking tone; in the past, he would have been surprised and delighted, but today, he could not bring himself to smile no matter what. Her forced joking tone seemed all the more abrupt in this already heavy atmosphere.

"The doctor said I need to stay to protect the pregnancy. Master Le, I can't lose this child." At the thought of losing her previous child, Mengzhu felt a fear as deep as falling into a ten-thousand-fathom icy cavern.