Volume One, Chapter 31: Prey
The Imperial Palace.
Chen Jing rubbed his temples. The Great Master’s successful entry into the capital was a humiliation for Xu Lingjun, one he would surely harbor deep in his heart. His hatred for the righteous warriors of Ping’an Town burned like a raging inferno.
Moreover, all assets left on the stage by the loser belong to the victor, and no one may pursue any claims after the fact.
It was precisely for this reason that she accompanied Ji Yuanhai and joined this household, finally finding warmth.
The sounds of combat grew increasingly intense. A burly man from the Bazi Hall had his shoulder slashed by Xing Jiu and actually collapsed to the ground, howling.
He lacked the scoring prowess of Ramos; every goal from a center-back is worth remembering.
After coming to his senses, Grandfather’s hands trembled. He reached for his pipe, picked it up, then put it down, only to pick it up again.
"Arrows! Arrow formation!" The defenders on the city walls swiftly organized their archers, raining a sky-darkening volley of arrows down upon the Ran army’s square formation.
Before Li Guang could press his inquiry further, a scout finally came running back along the long road ahead, waving a flag marked with red characters high in the air while still a distance away.
This was not a main quest in the game, but an insignificant one among thousands of side quests—the kind categorized right alongside the mundane chores of cleaning toilets.
A refined scion of a noble family held a wine cup, silently turning his head to look in the direction outside the manor. The triumphant return of the counter-insurgency army was not a source of joy for him.
The conversation was disjointed, yet the two understood each other perfectly. Yukinoshita frowned elegantly, confused by their cryptic exchange. True to her nature, she wanted to ask for clarification, but another matter had caught her attention.
She was intimately familiar with the person at the very front—it was Yao Zhao, one of the formidable Shura Sovereigns of the Shura Realm. Yao Zhao managed their group of ten. She had long sought his aid; could his appearance here mean he was the reinforcements invited by the Rakshasas of Wood and Fire?
To Cui Bin, these three formations appeared ordinary; he could break them in minutes. Yet, breaking them now would surely attract attention. If he did not, he feared being discovered, and if he were forced to waste time breaking them then, escaping would become nearly impossible.
This clash between the "Red Devils" and the "Young Guards" captured the attention of the entire European football world. One was the Premier League’s premier powerhouse, and the other was the "quadruple winner" that had swept across Europe the previous year. Both teams had their own reasons for believing they would win, making the outcome of the match truly unpredictable.
Many of these fireballs landed on the city walls, instantly erupting into seas of flame. It seemed the operators of the catapults had become much more proficient after the previous few volleys.
Opening the passage was a grave act of betrayal against the Shura Realm. Even as a Rakshasa, Guang Rakshasa dared not even entertain such a thought.
Birth, aging, sickness, and death—that perhaps is mortality. But destruction is different; it represents not just the end of life, but the ruin of the heavens and all worlds, a testament to the terrifying nature of the power of destruction.
"My Lord, are you unharmed?" Jiang Jiong hurried forward, concerned. As Liu Long’s personal bodyguard, he never for a moment forgot his duty to protect him.
Cui Bin couldn't help but frown. An incomplete soul could not be reincarnated, and this had caused Min Long’s temperament to change drastically. If he did not agree now, he had no idea what the man might do.
"Follow me." Lin Sanshi glanced toward the city, then hunched his back and crept stealthily along the base of the city wall. Yang Badao immediately led his three hundred men, also hunched low, as they followed close behind.