Volume 1, Chapter 62: Brutally Ambushed

The nobles of that Black Iron Continent, clad in heavy fur coats and accompanied by their elite troops and generals, began conducting business with the great Tang caravan.

Yang Tao intervened to stop him, explaining that these three positions were the ultimate life-saving mechanisms left by Lin Feng just in case; the moment anyone retreated, it would trigger the collapse of the entire basement.

Yi Yong let out a miserable howl, flicked away the cigarette that had burned down to the filter, and reached out with his right hand to rub his cigarette-burned fingers.

As for Qin Chong, Liu Zhen'er, and myself, apart from smashing the original slots to pieces, we gained almost nothing.

"Qiao Chuchu, my beauty, why don't you act as the referee, how about it?" Wang Zhongyuan asked with a very polite bow, though his gaze remained fixed on Qiao Chuchu's sexy black stockings.

I finally understood. Azan Rudi did not want us to take risks, fearing we would throw away our lives trying to avenge him. Even though he had already passed away, he was still thinking of us. This deep affection deeply moved me.

The hundred-square-meter basement was strewn with corpses. Every single body had its skin sliced open, and clumps of grayish-white rotting flesh covered the floor.

As the entire fruit knife, including the hilt, was kicked by Lin Feng straight into the skull, it slammed heavily against Professor Zhang's head. With a crisp sound of a fractured neck, Professor Zhang's head flopped to one side, and his shoulder blades were visibly caved in from the force of that kick.

Liu Hetian slew Punk with his own hands, but at this moment, Liu He felt even more wretched. The price paid was simply too high, and his heart was filled with lingering resentment. However, Cheng Ran's weak call temporarily interrupted Liu He's grief.

He knew not how much time had passed, but when he awoke, he found a pair of beautiful eyes staring intently at his face, unblinking.

"..." Gao Moha was helpless. Unable to win an argument with his junior sister, he had to yield and beg for mercy, gesturing pleadingly for Yan Qing to spare him some dignity in front of outsiders.

The horses' hooves trod lightly upon the soil. The royal knights guarding the perimeter parted to clear a path, and Gratian rode forward with a smile.

Lin Xiaoxiao did not answer directly, instead asking in return, "Does Grandma like coming here?" In the past, Lin Xiaoxiao preferred pushing Grandma Lin to play by the Lü River, and rarely came to this area. Even when Grandma Lin could still walk, she seldom visited this side, usually doing her grocery shopping and errands near the Lin family residence.

"I suspect this sword is probably not one that wins by sheer hardness," Yan Qing guessed.

The King of Mercenaries, Qin Chuan, returned to the city and was arranged by his fiancée to work as a security guard at a super mall, inadvertently getting himself sucked into the power struggles within the shopping center.

"Isn't your goal here those primordial powers?" Changning asked Ning Jing with some curiosity. Speaking of which, among all the people here, Ning Jing possessed the strongest cultivation; if he wanted to seize them, the others would be no match for him at all.

"Let me ask you, has this condition of hers ever occurred before?" Zhang Yi brushed that topic aside and instead asked a question.

This response caused Chen Mingting and Asuna to exchange glances. There were far too many incomprehensible aspects to Yui's "symptoms." Rather than a simple regression of mental age, it felt more like her memories were riddled with missing pieces.

Relying on his profound inner energy and rock-solid footing, Zhang Wei gradually gained the upper hand as time passed.

At the handle of the ruyi scepter, there were nine ascending and descending five-clawed golden dragons, each completely distinct from the others. Each of the nine golden dragons possessed its own unique spirit, weaving gracefully through auspicious clouds. The meaning embodied was: Across the eight desolates and six directions, I alone am supreme.

On the northern route, Shenwu Army middle-division commander Zhou Jin crossed the Juma River south from Zhuoxian and pressed toward Zhangwu; on the western route, Gongsheng Army rear-division commander Guo Song first secured Zhongshan and Juling counties, then advanced through Boling and Hejian to take Nanpi in the east; on the southern route, Xie Feng, after retreating to guard Dongguang, successively summoned his Weisheng Army left division stationed in Qingzhou to march north, restoring his troop strength to around four thousand.

The others had also long since checked the figures, and their initial depression over working during the first lunar month instantly vanished into thin air.

Seeing the prompt appear in his mind, Yu Le finally set his mind at ease. Being two minutes early was the safe approach; if a mere minute or two of delay caused half a day's study to go to waste, it would be sheer foolishness.

The saying goes that cutting weeds requires pulling out the roots, and that adage was entirely correct. Once a root of trouble was left behind, it would sooner or later stir up chaos.

Wu Mei was determined to dance until the very end even if she had to step on needles. He truly admired this resilience, yet it also ached his heart somewhat.

The Lord of Ten Thousand Households was filled with terror and paid no attention to his shifting choice of words, racking his brains over how to return to the city as he stammered, "I just remembered, I haven't had the chance to say goodbye to my wife and children." He truly regretted not thinking things through more carefully before deciding to surrender.

The hypnotic cicadas featured on the news—even he felt somewhat tempted. In other words, he was no longer qualified to negotiate terms with Yu Le.

Thus, the Pingyang side promised to dispatch troops to contain the Zhao army, which resulted in most of the forces monitoring the southern ramparts being pulled away. That possibility indeed existed.

Hao Tianlai was not Bi Qianjun, and naturally he knew what day it was today. Ignoring Zhang Yu's provocative gaze, he turned and began chatting with Bi Qianjun.

The bishop frowned slightly. His barrier completely isolated the space of this café; how on earth had this thing gotten in? Observing it closely, he realized this was nothing less than the mirror demon from the original storyline that had merged with Anna.

"Stay within ten meters of me," Qin Xue said, then raised the Whisperer. Black flames flowed slowly along the blade, transforming the massive weapon into a fully formed rapier.

Nezha walked slowly through the clouds, his eyes fixed intently on Sun Kong, a burning desire for battle surging between his brows.

Upon entering the wondrous realm of enlightenment, the three flower crowns above Yuan Lei's head blazed brilliantly, especially the human flower, which shone with dazzling splendor, illuminating the entire cavern dwelling. Amidst the ten thousand zhang of light, a human figure gradually condensed above the human flower, surrounded by echoing sounds of the Dao.

Yuan Lei did not mind this matter; as long as the Bull Demon King found happiness through it, suffering this minor loss was not entirely unacceptable.

Yan Xu had originally not wished to take this seat, but the deferential Leng Zhiyun refused to compromise on this single matter, insisting that he sit in the master's seat.

Yet at this moment, neither the Red Leaf Kingdom nor the Black Rock Kingdom knew that in the span of merely half a half day, so many people had died.

Remilia did not offer any explanation. She did not care much about Reimu's setting; after all, it was just a game, and no matter how moe the setting was, it was completely different from the actual Reimu. In any case, she had never sensed anything moe about Reimu for the longest time.

Yet unexpectedly, Chen Fang did not relax his vigilance. When Sikong Yan rebelled and everyone retreated, he kept a constant watch on the group, worried that there might still be hidden traitors.

Why? He refused to accept this; his wife was far too biased, and he could not help feeling jealous in his heart. Could it be that only sons mattered?