Chapter 65

"Yes, yes, yes! We have come this time to offer our full assistance to Lord Sword Master, to help him escape from this predicament!" Exclaimed the Great Venerable Xijiang in a hurried manner.

Because the erosion force here was exceptionally strong, and Hu Ling had once experienced its traces before, she understood the significance of those marks very well. Now that this place was being scoured by the erosion, it was highly likely that they had arrived at the correct location.

"Wow! Xiao Tian, you are simply amazing! You just touched my stomach for a second, and I'm actually cured?" Chu Yan said in pleasant surprise.

Some individuals were still carrying injuries; either with bandaged faces, wearing gauze wraps, or even having an arm supported in a sling across their chests, while their faces betrayed slight expressions of panic and fear.

I dragged myself up from the ground, spat out a mouthful of blood, and immediately launched a fierce counterattack against Zhu Yutang. His stamina was failing, and as long as I continued to wear him down, I would sooner or later find an opportunity to knock him out.

Fortunately, Tian Yue did not notice these details. It was only after she had torn all of those paper figures into shreds that her emotions gradually began to calm down.

For them, the past two days had been the most agonizing torment, as they could only wait helplessly at the foot of Mount Hua, bracing themselves for the impending battle a few days later.

With a sudden, sharp screech of the brakes—even in a luxury Lincoln—the massive momentum instantly hurled He Diandian forward, launching her right out of her sofa and straight toward Chen Qing on the opposite side.

All the martial artists froze in sheer astonishment. Was this a breakthrough right in the middle of a battle? Or had he actually been a Grandmaster all along, merely concealing his true strength?

The very thought of having to cooperate with that guy cursed with eternal bad luck made my heart skip a beat for no apparent reason.

As long as the members of the Xingxie Society harbored any hesitation, failing to see through the illusion and thus adopting a rational, cautious strategy, Tsukahara Eiyun would not only be able to prevent the impending slaughter, but would not even need to flee, allowing her to depart this place in broad daylight.

However, since this school was sponsored by the church, even when the police intervened to investigate, the case was ultimately dropped due to a lack of evidence.

The waiter departed, gently and politely closing the door behind him. This private dining room was quaint and exquisitely elegant, and its soundproofing was superb. Normal conversation was practically inaudible from the outside—barring, of course, a full-blown brawl or shouting match.

Gazing at the cold light reflected off the sharp, slender short blade, Tsukahara Eiyun drew a very slow, measured breath.

Smith's eyes widened to their limits as tears and saliva streamed down his face. He shrieked wildly, flailing his limbs like an ape, as if he had completely lost his mind.

Upon hearing the news that Lü Bu was on the verge of a disastrous defeat, Wang Yan, who had been confined to his bed in rage and illness, actually forced himself to stand up from his couch! He boasted that he would personally lead the troops to crush and defeat Lü Bu.

This was virtually his deepest secret, which he had hidden away in the most secluded corners of his heart. Yet, before these elements could ever materialize into tangible support for him, they vanished into thin air.

After retreating for about half a mile, the sounds of battle suddenly rose from behind. Glancing back, he realized that the Turkic cavalry had pursued them once again.

"Are you toying with us?! A deceased person! How on earth can one obtain their essential blood?" Banxia felt an intense blaze of fury scorching her heart.

At the vanguard was a young man clad in an icy-silk ceremonial robe, surrounded by three unceasingly revolving octagonal jade lamps, exuding an incomparably noble and dignified aura.

As for which chieftain's jurisdiction this village fell under, or whether the village itself was a settlement belonging to an entire tribe, Yang Huairen had not quite figured out. The villagers did not speak Mandarin very well, so everyone could only exchange smiles as a greeting, lacking any deeper communication.

Lieutenant General Tsukada Osamu fell silent at once, knowing full well that the fall of Yangon was virtually inevitable.

Never mind all that. Man Shengsheng slipped out from behind Liang Haidi, pressing her lips together as she distanced herself from them. Glancing sideways, she saw Liang Haidi anxiously rushing off to attend to official business.

At this time, naturally, no one yet knew whether such a prosperous spectacle would endure, but upon hearing Liu Jixing's words, nearly everyone broke into cheers. After all, with no one standing in opposition to this policy—though some had not understood it initially—everyone was now singing its praises.

"Can you really bear to see me leave?" After walking about ten paces away, Shen Yan suddenly turned around, stroking back to stand less than a foot away from Ye Shuang's face. A hint of deep affection lingered in his eyes as he gazed at her cheek and slowly spoke.

However, Liu Chao was certainly not just blowing hot air. He was exceedingly well aware that going public in the United States was far easier than listing domestically. Furthermore, extracting money from American retail investors—though not exactly as easy as plucking fruit—was entirely manageable as long as one knew the rules of the game.

Yang Huairen smiled and nodded inwardly, thinking that Shi Xiaozhong was indeed a slippery character. Describing the assassination of the emperor as bringing someone to justice sounded so artful that it managed not to offend even the rebels, which explained why a Han Chinese had served as an official under the Liao Dynasty for decades and still maintained such favorable social relations.

Taking advantage of the moment, Yang Huairen stated, "This commander has embarked on the expedition to Jiaozhi by imperial decree. Fearing that the soldiers in the army might not acclimate to the local environment and would fall victim to tropical pestilence, I have indeed brought along quite a few individuals well-versed in the medical arts."

Stone had likely truly forgotten his own prior words, prompting even himself to chuckle, too lazy to smooth over Man Shengsheng's skeptical remark.

"What are you trying to do? I still owe you a life! Don't you dare deprive me of the chance to pay it back!" Wei Zhonglong glared fiercely, shouting at Yun Yang.

Yin Junfeng cast his gaze around the surroundings, desperately searching for some shelter from the rain. However, apart from towering trees stretching as far as the eye could see, there was not a single place offering refuge from the downpour.