Volume 1, Chapter 23: No Room Left for Anyone Else
No more holding back! Chu Yunmo unleashed his full power, wielding swords in both hands. Every strike was lethal, aimed squarely at limbs. Everyone who crossed blades with him either lost a hand or a foot, instantly rendered combat-ineffective.
Even without any expertise, Weir could clearly feel that this ship was truly a magnificent vessel.
Among them, the Venerable in black was perhaps three parts stronger than the one in white and could still speak. He noticed that one of the five exotic flames was the Nine-Dragon Lightning Flame from the Burning Flame Valley, which led to a certain question.
Such cries were born of heartfelt helplessness, showing that they must have encountered this misunderstanding before. The soldiers, who had initially held onto hope, were not unreasonable; they were simply disappointed after realizing their lifeline was useless.
A demonized giant bear charged toward Feng Feiniao along the street, the ground trembling slightly with every bound and landing, before it suddenly leapt to pounce on him. Simultaneously, a giant serpent coiled around a pillar struck out, jaws agape, to bite at him.
Thump! With a splash, the massive body dove into the water, arching a huge column of spray. Like a sharp arrow released from a string, it surged toward Monkey Island, trailing waves and tentacles.
Someone wanted to say something, but their mouth opened and closed, and ultimately, nothing was said; everyone’s gaze simply turned to the person sitting in the center.
It meant that since you are called Yao Hai and I am called Ma Sinian, we are now acquainted. Furthermore, she had no desire to speak further in this place, so she turned and walked away with hurried steps.
"Use the eggs to lure it. I will hold Xie Kezhi, and with the eggs to draw the creature in, it will extend its tentacles to hook me into its mouth; Xie Kezhi will follow right in."
The sound was unmistakably the roar of Wolf Fang. As soon as it erupted, both sides could no longer restrain themselves. The opposite private room was agitated because Wolf Fang seemed to have defied Luo Lin, while this side was restless because they had just realized Wolf Fang had been "quietly" sitting in the opposite room all along.
With nothing better to do, Jing Chuan circulated the Seal Qi within his body. Upon checking, he was stunned to find he had reached the third rank of the Imperial Realm.
"How is it? Are you satisfied?" Gu Ruomei’s voice was hoarse and eerie, laden with mockery and chilling malice. This voice, uglier and more terrifying than a drake’s, was the one that belonged to her. Heh, with a neck scorched to charcoal, could one really expect a pleasant tone?
Peng Ji rode his tall horse, advancing slowly as if patrolling the streets. Behind him, the soldiers were vigilant with swords drawn and arrows nocked, yet they appeared no different from the passersby.
However, the two continued to stare at each other, as if to fan the already raging flames. Neither spoke, yet their breathing grew increasingly heavy.
As they collided, a low, crisp sound rang out. Then, the crowd watched as Ye Yanqing spat out a mouthful of blood. His fist buckled, and Han Tian, without the slightest hesitation, exerted force again, driving Ye Yanqing’s own palm into his chest.
"It seems the Sect Master is unaware of this. No wonder that Xuanyuan Xiao insisted the Sect Master protect his son; it turns out he wanted to orchestrate something this grand," Ye Yanqing muttered to himself.
Murong Chong was shocked, but he said nothing, for there was nothing left to say.
Limitless spider lilies burned like fire, extending layer upon layer to the edge of the horizon, their intense colors dazzling the eyes.
It was for this very reason that everyone believed Wang Ying could not possibly break through all the battle formations of the Donglai Holy Gate.
The final leg of the journey was the children’s area on the third floor; one had to pass through the supermarket on the second floor, as the children’s area was located at the supermarket exit on the third floor.
The person in the purple cotton coat was captured by the glasses-wearing group within minutes. Just as they were leaving, Hu Dafa tugged at the sleeve of the one in glasses and gave him a wink.
"Right, as I recall, it was quite large!" Hu Dafa blinked, emerging from his recollections.
"The Yang clan of Huayin are the lords, and the noble families of the world are the subjects. If the noble families rebel, it is because they have long harbored hearts of treason, not because of the imperial examinations!" Although Chang Gehang disdained the concept of "ruler as ruler, subject as subject," he found it quite handy to use from time to time.
He Jia, a Saint King powerhouse of the He family, laughed aloud at the threat from the white-clad youth. Almost everyone present looked at the youth, who seemed like a fool, with contempt.
Dragging his feet, Cheng Yaojin wandered around the small county town but found no secret marks belonging to the Salt Gang. He felt a wave of disappointment; it seemed either the Salt Gang had already withdrawn, or their local outpost had been destroyed by Li Jiancheng’s men.
No sooner had the words fallen than Gu Yun tried to caress Gui Die’s cheek with her other hand. Gui Die dodged nimbly, only to be blocked by the spiritual energy radiating from Gu Yun’s hand, preventing her from fleeing elsewhere.
Watching the frantic Zhu Que, a surge of warmth flowed through Pan Haodong’s heart, and a faint smile could not help but appear on his face.
If Duke Mi led his troops westward, the home front would surely go up in flames immediately. The remaining generals, none willing to submit to another, would inevitably squabble over who should be in charge. Within days, the once-mighty Wagang Army would likely splinter due to infighting, leaving the isolated Duke Mi in a precarious position.
Considering Lu Zhanke’s injuries and the handover of District B, he needed to rush to the District B troops immediately to complete the transfer with Song Shizhang, and return to assume his post in District A in one month.