Volume 1 Chapter 23 Cutting Off All Hopes

"Wang Dang, are the Han troops still drinking and feasting on the ramparts?" Chu Yan asked, looking at the man who had followed Sun Qing inside.

Ling Tian looked on with disdain. In a flash, he raised his right fist and struck the large man under the armpit with lightning speed. The man had no time to dodge; with a resounding "bang," he was sent flying, crashing into the wall before he finally came to a stop. A trace of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were wide with disbelief as he stared at Ling Tian.

Luo Xian looked at Xiao Yueshi’s confident face, slowly extended her right hand, and gently tapped it against his.

"Clatter..." Enthusiastic applause erupted from the audience immediately. The two had decided the outcome in the blink of an eye, and Sister Fei had fought off two opponents, winning the admiration of many for her strength.

"Is it him?" The familiar aura of battle made Xing Fei’s heart tremble. He stared in disbelief at the mysterious ancient city that had suddenly emerged from a rift in time and space deep in the firmament. A storm surged in his heart; he had never expected this war-hungry maniac to appear here at such a moment.

Capturing the crisis with his eyes, the youth instantly pushed his Flood Dragon pupils to their limit, unable to help but complain inwardly.

Unfortunately, before he could finish his sentence, a second wave of white mist struck his body. Before long, he and the previous elder were kneeling side-by-side before Zhan Feihong.

Gao Fei held Diao Chan’s hand and walked slowly into the inn. Led by the proprietor, they arrived at a room. Although the decor was not overly lavish, it was harmonious and pleasant—green gauze curtains, incense, and red candles—making the space feel quite cozy.

Jiang Ruoxi opened her heavy eyelids, looked at the handsome face so close to her own, nestled into his embrace, and closed her eyes once more.

If anyone from his past life had seen the expression on Xiao Yueshi’s face, they would surely have retreated in fear. The look he wore now was the precursor to his murderous intent.

It was the same stage, but the subject of the performance had shifted from the theocratic faith of the Divine Kingdom to the various great families of Nephthys.

After a while, news of floods, plagues, and the destruction of the Zheng State spread throughout the mining area.

It was enough to make countless enterprises in Pearl City flock to it. Even before the bidding began, the entire Baoda Hotel was already packed with people, bustling with activity.

However, Mu Shunxi, who had already fallen into a coma, showed absolutely no reaction to Bai Xiao’s calls.

"Cooperating with humans? Honestly, given their strength, I don’t believe they can change anything," Gel said arrogantly.

"Your father went to town. Let’s hope he is still there!" Liu Xu knew full well that it was unlikely Mu Chenghu was still in town, but she said it anyway, deceiving herself.

Su Yu was still meditating when he suddenly felt as if something was about to appear near their peak.

Su Yu felt that the way Beiming Shuo looked at him was extremely uncomfortable; how should he put it—it felt as if he wanted to devour him alive.

But what Murong Qi did not know was that her slap was the trigger for the entire affair, causing Sima Xuan, who had originally planned to act in three days, to move up his timeline.

Before them lay a large lawn, and in the distance, a lush forest. The guards had already cordoned off the area and driven away anyone nearby to avoid collateral injury.

It was Li Chuan’s first time giving himself an injection, and he was a bit clumsy. Fortunately, it didn't require much skill; as long as it went in, it would suffice.

"Well, we have to ask our big brother!" Zhang Tao and Li Jun were naturally thrilled to receive a formal invitation, but they did not forget their roots.

It seemed as if the strange, blurred vision perceived Zhao Yu as a god born of nature, a deity aligned with the Tao, with the chants of all living beings echoing faintly.

With so many powerful figures in Central City, could they really not track that locator? It was impossible. He didn't believe that a mere mobility aid could have any kind of tracking function.

The guard knew it would be difficult to explain tonight's events and immediately lowered his head. They hadn't gone far when they heard the sound of gongs and drums coming from the direction of the Lantern Tower.

In the early morning, as the sun just began to peek over the horizon, Li Chuan and Li Chengqian were already wandering toward the palace gates on horseback.

Ye Han, after all, could only rely on Ye Zhen’s Spirit-Burning Fire to trigger a brief, massive burst of power. As time passed, his fire-escape technique faded rapidly, leaving Ye Zhen to face two opponents alone, which made his situation extremely difficult.

This was the borderland of the Great Xia, a place of high mountains and long roads, arguably the area where social order in the Great Xia was at its weakest.

Meng Yu wondered why someone like Qi Niying had to go; shouldn't the Decision Bureau, the police, or the martial arts school step in?

This alone was shocking enough, not to mention the lethal, exotic abilities contained within the wings.

"No, Brother Ming, if you like Murong Xue, just take her back. A man like me bringing her back is useless," Lu Ming said.

"Lin Ai, long time no see! Let’s have a big hug!" The Dragon Cat opened its arms and ran toward Lin Ai.

This outcome was within expectations. Jian He was not discouraged; she crouched down, circled the room, selected a window low enough, pulled out her hairpin, and like a thieving old crook stealing sweet potatoes, crouched under the windowsill, fumbling about with a rustling sound.

Before she could finish saying "you," the warm yellow light on the ceiling flickered and brightened, revealing the spacious first floor. There was a fireplace with the distinct style of a forest cabin, a dark brown trunk-shaped front desk, and an exotic Sun God wooden mask hanging behind it.

Accompanying these words, more narrow, piercing beams of golden light descended from the sky, sweeping along the edge of the river. Like spears thrown by gods, they kicked up clouds of water that reached the sky while widening the river channel by more than double.

Lin Ying’er, who had been smiling, turned blank-faced when she heard Li Fangcheng call her name to go up.

The ice cavern was several meters deep. Even with Ye Jingping’s height, he couldn't touch the top, even if he jumped.