Chapter 48: Are you sure you want to reforge it?

No wonder Brockton suspected Ning Long.

When not displaying her combat prowess, Ning Long appeared as a well-behaved, gentle, and harmless girl.

But once the battle began, He Xue suspected she could fly, even tear through the atmosphere with her bare hands.

A gust of wind blew against her, and suddenly the girl bent over, coughing violently, her eyes reddening from the strain.

“Are you hurt?” Xing Yuan, already accustomed to his daughter’s astonishing feats, was more concerned about her health.

Ning Long quickly shook her head.

Ling Feng gazed at the towering arena before him, then at the pool beneath it, where fish swam leisurely.

“It’s nothing. As long as Brother Ling is here, we haven’t been idle,” Daoxin said, pride flickering in his eyes.

“Maybe he’s just too enthusiastic and can’t handle it,” Zhuang Yichen was about to scold him for being insincere when Old Wang paused, then continued.

The bulky brainbug, seeing its guards slain, showed no fear. Instead, it studied Ye Tian with keen interest and communicated with him telepathically.

After all, his combat power had increased by a million points. If this trend continued, the Sand King’s strength would reach terrifying heights. He himself was also becoming more formidable.

Just as Ye Tian contemplated this, a dark figure zipped through the sky toward them. As it drew near, Ye Tian and the others stirred uneasily—it was a man in a black robe flying through the air.

The Chinese regime remained confined within four narrow strongholds, relying on the threat of mutually assured destruction with nuclear weapons to barely hold their last territory. Yet the counteroffensive still seemed a distant dream.

Ning Gang knew well the power of the Seven-Star Pill. He had only managed to refine it with the help of the Pagoda, but Qin Shi Huang had likely forged it through his own true skill.

Ling Feng looked up at the battlefield, where the chariot formation and the Howling Moon Blue Wolves were locked in fierce combat. About twenty wolves remained, matched nearly one-to-one with the twenty or so chariot warriors.

Watching Aunt Hua from the Lu family being sent out repeatedly, Lin Saiyu felt both anxious and helpless. Though she had accepted the reality here and resolved to marry, the suddenness of the situation stirred an indescribable feeling in her heart.

Pangu struggled to contain his laughter and tears, his voice squeaking as he answered, enduring great pain before finally bursting into uproarious laughter.

Wen Yuesi still bore anger on her face, while Wen Shu felt as if her perception was deceiving her, thinking Wen Yuesi’s chin was slightly askew.

The Tombship had once loftily hovered in midair but suddenly vanished. Not only did the Eastern Emperor’s Sacred Land detect this, but the more distant Purple Moon Sacred Land and many covert forces from the First Cycle Era also noticed.

Zhang Xiong nodded in agreement. Indeed, what Qin Muxue said was a form of encouragement for himself.

“Then you just keep feeding mosquitoes at the Bureau, don’t let those northern mosquitoes get the better of you!” Xu Ran’s complexion returned to normal as he patted Huang Zhicheng on the shoulder and said calmly.

At this moment, the Xingxin team was very pleased with Tang Rou’s performance—truly flawless. Even the Wujie team was shocked by her skill.

Tang Rou charged forward with Cold Smoke Softness, releasing a Dragon Fang. An attribute-less dazzling pattern appeared; even before it struck, the battle interface popped up, with a large word “Glory” catching the eye.

Long Er drove the Rolls-Royce straight to Lin Huaile, but Xu Ran stayed behind, opening half the car window.

Ye Xiu let out a small "huh," evidently not paying close attention. He had only skimmed the strategy guide and naturally overlooked the detail about the mechanism.

The elders said that when he was young, he was a capable man—experienced, worldly, and able to command respect.