Chapter 32: Breaking the Formation

"Your Highness, by exposing yourself for the sake of Gu Xuanjin, I fear the bloodshed to come will be endless." Chu Ningyin caught a flying weapon with one hand and dodged aside. Su Jin struck out again with silver needles; hearing his words, she sneered, "Save your breath." There were plenty of people who wanted her dead anyway—they could just get in line.

"Come in." Chen Feng looked her up and down. She was wearing a red dress and elaborate makeup, especially the fiery red lips, which were enough to stir a man’s desire at a single glance.

Several bailiffs pounced, pinning Feng San to the ground and beating him. Ten heavy blows were struck, leaving cold sweat streaming down Feng San’s forehead and his face a sickly shade of green.

"Officer, have mercy. Please let us pass." Gu Xuanjin’s eyes were cold, though his expression remained sorrowful. His wrinkled face was pale and drawn. Suddenly, he broke into a violent coughing fit, spitting out phlegm that was faintly black.

"I'll keep it for you for now"—any Earthling with a normal IQ would never believe such words.

Just moments ago, Liu Shaochong, who had disturbed Lu Jiao’s sleep, seemed to have been startled awake while his mind was still lost in the eroticism of his dream. Seeing Lu Jiao walk in wearing pajamas to kick him, he actually grabbed her leg and started babbling nonsense like, "Sis, I want to sleep with you."

The Emperor was bent on eliminating the influence of these great families to solidify the status of the imperial house, yet his efforts over the years had been minimal, only serving to embolden them further.

They could not guarantee they could sway Luo Ye, and even if they could, collaborating with someone whose strength was so unfathomable was like asking a tiger for its skin—everything would have to be decided by her.

On the city walls, the archers drew their bows and unleashed volleys upon the auxiliary troops below. The arrows rained down, causing heavy casualties among those who could not escape the range in time; many, lacking orders, collapsed and retreated on their own.

At the same time, the King of Zhenwu turned pale, a trickle of pale golden vital essence oozing from the corner of his mouth.

Wang Ying had a boisterous personality and was never one to fear trouble. Now that the other party was bullying them too far, his temper naturally would not allow him to endure it.

I must admit, perhaps because of some unbearable childhood experiences, I have felt a slight fear of adult men in black suits and sunglasses ever since. Although I have now grown into an adult man myself, while I appear calm on the surface, I am still somewhat terrified inside.

After everyone had left, the King of Zhenwu waved a hand, instantly generating a soundproof spiritual barrier. He then summoned the three cultivators, excluding Zheng Zhong, into the barrier to converse with Elder Deer Staff.

Suddenly, Shao Yilong snapped awake. The human continent was ruled by angels, while the Briar Marsh was ruled by demons from hell.

Next, he told me many, many things. It was as if he were telling me a very long story. In this story, I saw an Anna I had never known before—an Anna who made my heart ache a little.

As for the promises made to Ma Duoduo, and the interference of Chen Guang—who was not even with the police force—in police affairs, I have already decided to shoulder all the multiple penalties myself.

Those people had vacant eyes, their pupils filled with dead grey, as if survival meant nothing to them.

The Jinhuang Empire, Huyun Empire, Queyun Empire, and Lingwu Empire were all Imperial-level empires, and there was not much difference in their actual strength.

From their conversation, Long Jiu roughly understood why he had been brought here: to be offered as a tribute.

Also in Yanjing, in the IGY training room, no one was training. They were huddled together, watching the news on the Honor Column of the day.

"Run!" That was the only way. The moment the thought flashed through his mind, his body followed suit. He took a slight step forward with his left foot, shifted his weight entirely to the right, and collapsed forward without even looking at the ground.

"Sacrificing yourself for a friend—a fine character." The old man did not even look at Long Jiu; he stared at the chessboard, his brows slightly furrowed.

The reason Lin Mu called it "student common sense" was merely to crush the arrogant mindset of Nanfeng Shi, who acted as if he were a famous coach and there was nothing he did not understand.

Han Ha sat in his wheelchair, noticing that the withered trees around him were budding and that the passersby were dressed in light, cool clothing.

The golden radiance grew sparser and sparser until, at one moment, it vanished completely. The Ghost Gold Ruler also disappeared in an instant, and all the changes finally came to an end.

Lu Lingzhi intentionally posed the question to Han Ha to see what he was thinking. One had to know that Han Ha had a very strong sense of pride and would not accept help from others lightly.

If not for his momentary carelessness, he would not have been plotted against, resulting in his missing the time to bring rain to Shangyang Village. In the end, he had wasted his cultivation for nothing, and it was too late to remedy the situation.

Under the flicker of swaying firelight, two figures emerged from the dissipating gusts of wind. One stood with a sword, while the other knelt on the ground, the light-condensing blades on his wrists flickering on and off.

I heard that he was smashing pots and bowls at home. Of course, the villagers just watched this self-destructive form of venting as a joke. It wasn't their own property being ruined; as long as he didn't come into the village to cause trouble and affect others, no one cared.

Naturally, they were prepared for a firefight. If these people came to seize their grain, they could rely on the sturdy fortifications around Gaoqiao Mountain. They were confident they could hold them off, as those positions had already withstood two attacks from the Japanese puppet troops.

Although the Taoist had been evasive before, in the end, he still used the bronze mirror his master had left him as a medium. Once the Tree Demon's own soul cultivation was triggered, he would at least have something to defend himself with.

"You... you bastard." Watching the phone in Li Xinhao’s hand, Bu Nannan could only grit her teeth and swallow her rage.

The veterans, however, could not rejoice. Given China’s current equipment levels, being issued so much ammunition meant they were expected to fight—and fighting meant people would die.

As the second company of the Japanese troops reached the three-hundred-meter mark, grenades rained down from the sky, detonating among them.

"I'm so tired." She tilted her head, pressed her face against Jiang Yichen’s chest, and listened to his heartbeat, unable to help but close her eyes.

Ling Han spoke to herself, not noticing that Fang Jinyu, standing to the side, had frozen, a flash of imperceptible gloom crossing his face.

Old Kong and the Saint Son of the Shenxing Fortress, Dai Qin, stared at the old man in the straw rain cape, dumbfounded, unable to recover for a long time. The three-foot qi barrier and the light sword the old man displayed were all too familiar, even though they had only been described in ancient texts over the last millennium.