Chapter 101: Re-entering the Ancient Battlefield (First Update Seeking Votes)

  Yanling let out a sharp cry, her pretty face flushing red as blood, and turned to run out of the castle.

  Qī Bě stroked his lips, which had two rows of teeth marks, and sighed with a bitter smile. What was this? It seemed like he was the one who had done something wrong to her, when in fact it was she who had been rude to him.

  And even if you run away, at least answer the question first before running off.

  "Master, you're bullying the little fairy maiden again?" At this time, Huan Ying walked in, smiling sweetly at Qi Bei.

  "Yeah, first I bullied her, then she bullied me." said Qi Bei.

  "It's unbelievable, how can she bully Young Master...?" The shadow shook her little head, in her eyes, as long as a beautiful woman appeared around Qi Bei, she would eventually be bullied.

  "Alright, I'll show you." Qi Bei chuckled and suddenly hugged the Phantom, planting a big kiss on him.

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  The legend of the Dragon's construction in Xiling City spread far and wide through various channels.

  Of course, those who are most concerned about the affairs of Western Spirit City are none other than the Noldor family of the Golden Leaf Empire and Emperor Hammers.

  Old Korti's eyes were half-closed, his old gaze dimly shining like a hibiscus flower. He listened to the family elder's words of dissatisfaction with Qi Bei, as if he was about to fall asleep.

  "Tribe leader, Qi Bei. This little Nuo De is really too lawless, erasing the name of the Black Armor Army and establishing the Divine Dragon Army, not putting the Nuo De family in his eyes at all."

  "Yes, clan leader, he now controls the Western Spirit City and should make contributions to the family. Even if it's not about the gains, he should at least make the Nuo De family name shine brighter. But instead, he established the Divine Dragon Army and erased the Nuo De family crest, clearly showing his intention to leave the family."

  The rest of the elders spoke in unison, all with similar meanings, expressing their dissatisfaction with Qi Bei's establishment of the Divine Dragon Army. Originally, he had formed his own army without any issues, but what was most unacceptable to them was that he had erased the Nuo De family crest.

  The old men talked so much that their mouths were almost dry, but Old Korti still looked half asleep.

  Finally, the house fell silent.

  "Is that all? If so, let's disperse the meeting. Tomorrow, have the commander of the Western region send a warning letter from my Nord family to the Bimon tribe." Old Kotti said in a hoarse voice, then stood up shakily and walked out with his cane.

  A group of elders were stoned to death in public, but it seemed that they had said so much, and the master of the house didn't listen to a single word.

  Lao Keti arrived at the ancestral temple of her family, facing row upon row of ancestral tablets, like a stone statue.

  "Zi Bei, this child, did not disappoint me." After a long time, Old Koty finally sighed softly.

  The dim light shone on Old Koti's wrinkled old face, looking very peaceful.

  At this time, in the imperial palace, Emperor Hanmo had been staring at the intelligence about Xiling City in his hand for a long time.

  "This young man has ambition, and does not seem to be willing to be controlled by the Norder family." Emperor Hammers said to himself, his deep eyes flashing as if trying to see through the thick fog and understand the truth.

  "If it's really like that, maybe he can be used by me, turn around to deal with the Norden family, and pay some price is also worth it." Khanmos the Great thought so, frowning, thinking about the feasibility of this idea.

  After a long time, Emperor Hanmo seemed to have made some decision and said: "Come on, go and announce that the Marquis of Lanling is entering the palace."

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  Xiling City, backyard of the city lord's mansion.

  Qī Běi once again enveloped the isolated tent with the creek, and now the extreme yang energy in his body had harmonized with the extreme yin energy in the phantom body. The Dragon's Decree had broken through to the second layer, but he felt that breaking through to the second transformation of the Dragon's Decree was at a bottleneck. The extreme yang energy temporarily did not have the possibility of transforming into extreme yang fire, and his internal strength had greatly increased, but in order to break through, he felt like something was missing.

  Perhaps re-entering the underground ancient battlefield would be a good choice, and he could also get some Soul Pearls for emergencies.

  Qī Běi drilled into the tent and once again used his Dark Escape Technique to escape through the spring eye into the ground.

  This time, Qibei found his way to the underground ancient battlefield with ease.

  The underground ancient battlefield is still gloomy, but unlike the Wraith Mountains, this gloom also contains a strong aura of death. Only the most brutal wars can condense this aura for tens of thousands of years without dissipating.

  Although Qi Bei had been here before, he still didn't dare to be careless. In a place like this, who knew what unexpected changes might suddenly occur? Even the slightest carelessness could evolve into a life-threatening crisis.

  A group of low-level ghosts rushed over in anger, instantly being strangled by Qi Bei into a few wisps of light smoke, leaving behind three low-level spirit beads.

  Now a bead of undead soul, for Qi Bei is just an undead soldier, all of which have been stored in the space ring.

  Zi Bei continued forward, ignoring those scattered and ordinary-looking bones that were of little value to him.

  He soon arrived at the place where he had retreated earlier.

  One step forward, and suddenly, an invisible pressure layer appeared again, blocking his advance.

  Every step forward, the pressure would increase by a fraction, making it hard for him to breathe.

  At the same time, his Shenlong Quan inner power was stirred up by this pressure, if it wasn't for the fact that he had previously harmonized his extremely yang energy with the extremely yin energy from Huan Ying's body during their intimate encounter, he feared that in a few more steps, this extreme yang energy would have turned into an extreme yang fire.

  But now, Qi Bei no longer had this worry. Even if his internal energy surged like a volcanic eruption, he still had to move forward and take a look at what that golden light in front of him was.

  One step, another step, Chi Bei's fists clenched tightly, his whole body shining with golden light, as if carrying a great mountain on his back, desperately rushing forward.

  With each step, a deep footprint would be left on the ground, and the air would produce a sound similar to that of tearing fabric.

  After a hundred steps, Qi Bei suddenly felt exhausted, the resistance in front of him had increased to a hundred times its original strength, and he was already at his last gasp.

  At this time, one of Zhi Bei's feet had already moved forward by half a step, but no matter what, that half step could not be taken any further.

  His forehead bulged with blue veins, his eyes gleamed with golden light, and his entire skeleton crackled with explosive energy.

  Having taken half a step, I have to take the whole step before saying anything else.

  That intangible layer of pressure seemed to have sensed Qi Bei's determination, and the resistance grew even stronger, as if countless hands were pulling at every part of his body, not allowing him to move forward by a single inch.

  His handsome face trembled, his mouth wide open in a loud roar, and his entire body burst forth with golden light, slowly wedging itself into the pressure layer like a sharp wedge.

  With a "poof" sound, as if squeezed out of a bubble, the pressure on Qi Bei's body suddenly lightened, and he stumbled forward, his whole person almost falling to the ground, with a dizzy and disoriented feeling.

  But at this moment, Qi Bei's body hair stood up like needles, and a cold air current rose from the coccyx to the cervical vertebra.

  (Brothers and sisters, heaven needs your votes)

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