Volume 1, Chapter 38: Zikia's Corpse

Tang Jun smacked his lips and said, "You were quite careless. Why didn't you bolt the door? Du Bailing suddenly pushed her way in just now; it was so awkward. Didn't you sense it at all?"

Wang Xuan picked up the broken sword from the ground nearby. Its seven-colored radiance instantly cast a divine glow upon his golden skeletal frame. It was undoubtedly a divine sword, though it was a pity that it was broken. It was truly a shame.

Wang Xuan had already traveled several miles outside the Seven-Kill City. Ahead lay a vast, open plain where the reddish-brown soil looked as if it had been stained by blood. Broken skeletons were scattered everywhere, and a faint black mist swirled in the air, permeated by a sense of killing intent.

Seeing their leader flee, the bandits lost the heart to fight. The soldiers from the pasture surged forward, carving a path of blood. With the eight hundred soldiers being skilled archers, they rode their swift horses, drawing their bows and nocking arrows while in motion. A volley of arrows rained down, cutting down a large swath of the bandits. The soldiers of the Flying Horse Ranch took the opportunity to dash toward the city gate.

Hou Xibai smiled bitterly and said, "It seems there's no running now. Brother Lu has really gotten me into a mess!" Having intended to flee, Hou Xibai could no longer do so.

Setting aside the future struggle for the realm between Pang and Cao, Jiangdong could wreak havoc on the rear of Jing-Xiang. Once Pang Shanmin leveled Jiangdong, his strength would undoubtedly rise to a new level.

Lu Wuchen shielded Shang Xiuxun and shouted, "Xiuxun, you go first!" With a backhand strike, he slew a soldier rushing in from the flank. His long spear thrust out, creating a flurry of shadows and weaving a dense net of steel to protect both himself and Shang Xiuxun.

The only remaining course of action was to send a massive army to the foot of Hulao Pass and use the threat of force to compel Pang Tong to release Cao Hong.

After traveling for a while, Lu Wuchen heard shouting; clearly, disciples on the mountain were practicing their swordsmanship.

As it turned out, the fellow couldn't meet any of the doctor's requirements. One weekend morning, while urinating, his vision went black and he collapsed on the toilet. Later, when everyone was asked to donate money for the fat man, he took out five hundred-yuan notes and cursed, "Screw your mother."

"Say no more. I have no desire to hear your hypocritical excuses. Let it end here." Lou Dehua left behind these words, leaving Hu Xixi feeling deeply saddened. To watch someone walk away in despair because their love for you was unrequited—even a heart of stone would feel a pang of sorrow.

"Because you are the person Ying'er has chosen." Chen Tianfeng had initially thought Mudi wouldn't answer and had just asked casually. He was surprised when Mudi looked at him intently after hearing his words, then turned away, facing away from Chen Tianfeng.

"Thank you. I will never forget this favor you've done for me," Shangguan Chen said sincerely.

In the blink of an eye, Phantom swung a blade, deflecting the arrowhead. The feathered arrow grazed Yu Chengzu's arm, drawing a few drops of blood.

Although Lady Cui didn't understand why the Chief Eunuch had to see it, she followed orders. At the entrance, she encountered the Emperor coming to visit Shen Wan. She hurried through her bows and retreated, and by then, Xichen had already reached Shen Wan.

In the viewing gallery, the smiles on the faces of Mu Nian and Chen Jiu froze; they stared at the scene in disbelief.

It is said that the Demon Emperor hid his own Great Moksha Phantom Demon shadow-form behind the Divine Lord. When the Divine Lord was caught off guard, the Demon Emperor used half of his own Demon Emperor origin soul imprint and his Great Moksha Phantom Demon shadow-form to launch a sneak attack from behind, first striking with the Great Moksha Chaos Demon Evolution Supreme Fist, and then detonating himself.

Yet, as she turned away, Shen Wan couldn't help but frown, staring blankly at her stomach, lost in some unknown worry.

The Twelfth Prince, having been glared at by her just now, saw his initial goodwill—born from seeing her smile—vanish into thin air. Unwilling to pay her any mind, he simply crossed his arms and looked elsewhere.

The car stopped at the foot of the mountain. Qing Ke unbuckled her seatbelt and bolted out of the door, squatting by the roadside to vomit violently.

Although she didn't know what Han Xuan was planning, she knew he wouldn't harm her, so she felt no fear at all.

After all, he had seen clearly that when Wang Tong struck just now, he hadn't used much force at all. With a mere casual flick of his whip, the mountain opposite them had completely vanished.

The giant snake, which had remained unflinching even under a hail of bullets, now let out a hiss of agony.

He checked the state of the main gate, opened it, and then began making noise by the entrance.

In a flash, Mu Yun heard several clanging sounds of metal striking metal explode by his ear, making his eardrums buzz.

Sure enough, the door in front opened, and countless arrows transformed into a torrential rain, firing toward him.

Han Xuan then took the poisoned ingredients and went out. He quietly bypassed the patrolling guards and arrived at a courtyard nearby.

Even more miraculously, as the whispers of passersby and the honking of cars faded, the sounds reaching his ears changed entirely.

Yan Rushun remained sorrowful for several days before pulling herself together. She decided to educate Jianjian well, ensuring that before she reached adulthood, she would possess an eye for the true nature of humanity and a strong heart capable of shouldering the burdens of life.

"I want to make you look a bit uglier," Xuanyuan Rui said, taking a human-skin mask from the box beside him.

"Li Yang, Ji Feng, Ji Yu, follow this Prince and break in! Spare no cost to rescue Yun Xiao." If he couldn't protect Yun Xiao's purity, Xuanyuan Rui’s own heart would never know peace again.

Meanwhile, the news that the Battle Gate team had qualified for the LPL Spring Split was spread to all major media outlets. Regarding League of Legends, the hype for emerging teams was absolutely relentless. For a time, the gaze of most fans was focused on the Battle Gate team.

The better he was treated, and the less he was blamed, the more Liu Moyan would suddenly realize it on some future day and begin to feel uneasy.

I stared at him, dumbfounded. But in the next second, I withdrew such an exaggerated expression. I thought about it carefully. As a modern person, it wasn't surprising that he possessed these skills.

The man in the noble yellow robe gently took his hand, his face wearing a faint, majestic expression, though only a hint of a smile showed in his eyes. It was unclear if he was pleased to see him, or pleased to hear of Duan Jinrui's death.