Chapter 47

Seeing Tang Heng succeed, Zheng Qiulin and the others no longer had the intention to fight, and quickly sought an opportunity to break away and leave.

"With Brother Long's word, I can rest assured. Then let's get straight to the point," Wang Qian said, inadvertently glancing back at Feihu behind her.

The moment Shen Boru changed his stance, Nie Sheng first felt the pressure lift significantly. Just as he was about to catch his breath, an unexpected turn of events immediately followed.

Both the Dowager and the First Lady could not help but frown. Behind them, Xiao Huanying watched the scene with lips pressed so hard they were almost bleeding.

The rest was entirely sand. Given the environment here, anything might be scarce, but sand certainly was not. Filling several hundred bags of sand would take only a few minutes.

Xiao Lingxiao had never intended to stay indefinitely at the Lu estate, so she immediately boarded a carriage and returned to the Prime Minister's residence.

"Kill!" The Snow Shinobi paid no heed to this. Seeing Kakashi and the others retreat, they assumed they were afraid and charged straight forward.

Seemingly to verify his own words, Zhao Kaizhi saw a room ahead, pushed the door open, and walked in.

Hearing this, the two soldiers smiled somewhat sheepishly. However, because they rarely had the chance to appear by Chang Le's side in the past, they did not dare to express their opinions as unrestrainedly in front of him as the veteran soldiers did.

"What I simply didn't expect was that this strand of Dragon Soul Qi was truly so overbearing. You know what? When I cultivated it to the later stages, I was very nearly unable to endure it!" Chang'an said thus.

Beneath the feet of the two suddenly appeared a four-meter-wide crater, and a violent gale swept out, fiercely buffeting the surrounding desert.

"We just received word that a member of your sub-temple was killed in the Eastern Territory, so we came for this matter," one of the inspector envoys said indifferently.

"Very well, wait right here. Believing in the current strength within the Earth Clan, we must have been discovered long ago!" the middle-aged man at the very front of the Water Clan stroked his short beard and said.

Suddenly, a ball of black mist streaked in from afar. About thirty paces away from Xuanyuan Zhaixing, the black mist twisted for a moment before manifesting into a figure.

Within the water of this freezing pool, a jade-green serpent suddenly appeared, swimming and turning in four directions. The serpent did not leave the pool; instead, it merely circled the water, as if guarding something.

When the violently turbulent aftermath of the clash slammed against the black light barrier, the barrier shuddered with a hum, sending layer upon layer of ripples outward before completely dissolving the force.

"Brother Liyi, although this flower possesses no energy, the moment it is plucked, its leaves will wither," Liu Xuanting explained with a smile.

The handsome man in red leaned bonelessly against the red wood pillar, his charming eyes lifted slightly, shimmering like autumn waves, and cast a faint, sideways glance at the man before him.

"Alright, leave this fellow to me. My hands are a bit itchy anyway, but don't expect me to simply run away or anything. If this guy is allowed to go, do you know what the consequences will be?" Meishi's voice resounded in her mind once more, and Qing Binghe naturally shook her head.

A message came in. Lin Qingping opened his list and saw it was sent by Lu Yifeng, containing only two words: Liu Ji.

"If this drags on for so long, their army will inevitably grow weary and anxious. By then, our division can use the Courageous Battalion to cut behind enemy lines and launch a covert raid on their camp, and we will surely achieve success!" Deng Ai suggested.

Taking it by force was out of the question. Things that Mehmed II could not accomplish were simply expecting too much of these people.

Leyena slowly began to speak, and the crowd could not help but stop to listen intently to Leyena's words, afraid of missing a single sentence.

At Chu Feng's words, a trace of a smile finally squeezed onto the Sovereign's face. He was asking for a price; once that happened, the matter was essentially settled.

To this moment, Qin Mu was still a face full of terror, not daring to speak loudly. The mere thought that he had openly contradicted the heir of the Twelve Towers and Five Cities made him tremble all over, filled with endless regret.

The White Sheep officer on the city wall was directing the archers to loose fire arrows, but unfortunately, the barrage of stone projectiles forced him to duck and cover first.

With that, giving the other party no chance to interrupt whatsoever and ignoring Bernabo's dumbfounded expression, the bishop hurried away from the spot, leaving Bernabo behind.

The wreckage was tossed onto the ground. The figure who had caught the rocket-propelled grenade with bare hands looked over, black hair slanting slightly across the corner of his eyes, while his lower face—nose, mouth, and chin—carried an indescribable familiarity.

Hearing that Mei Hanxia intended to refine pills, everyone was overjoyed, feeling that the efforts of the past few days had not been in vain.

At a height one hundred meters away from the old shelter, Xiao Jing decided to set up the camp right there.

Facing Ayan Puka's resolute expression, Mo Lei looked at the hand pointing toward him, opening his mouth to speak but stopping himself.

The man slowly walked toward Mei Hanxia's grave, placed the food offerings in front of it in the usual manner, lit the candles and incense sticks, and placed them on either side. The smoke from the incense curled hazily upward, drifting into the air, while the candlelight flickered, trembling slightly in the cold wind.

Ling Dongyun's body surged with a burst of primordial energy, his hands crossed horizontally, and his long spear churned wildly, intent on shredding Cheng Lin. At that moment, a white figure suddenly flew out, a pale hand wielding a jade sword thrusting forward. With a resounding "clang," sparks flew between the sword and the spear.

About a quarter of an hour later, some assassins slowly came to their senses and began searching the ground for any leftover pills.

Regardless of how it came about, Shaoyang had finally gained the initial trust of the righteous cultivators. Coupled with the fact that Shaoyang had summoned the Yellow Turban Warriors to deliver them from peril, the group vaguely came to be led by Shaoyang and Li Zhan.