Chapter 424: Lin Mo

This time, Feng Geng no longer remained a bystander.

Of course, he did not truly join the squad; he merely struck down a few sword demons when the opportunity arose, ensuring the team could advance smoothly.

In truth, even if he did nothing, it would only waste a little more time—it would not hinder the squad’s progress.

And even if Chu Wan Ge walked alone, she would still advance without obstruction.

Yet even if they conquered in three days,

Yet this prince, the moment he was born, shook the entire imperial capital. He was no ordinary child—he emerged with skin and hair as white as snow, a plump snowball in the arms of the midwife, who fainted on the spot.

Wei Feng, his cultivation utterly destroyed, followed closely behind Wei Zhetian, supported by two others; his eyes burned with venomous hatred, and with every step, he lifted his gaze toward the rear mountain.

The beautiful youth paired with the noble, elegant white tiger made a sight both pleasing and harmonious.

“That—that—” Xiao Yu was stunned; she turned slowly, staring at Li Jingyi, but dared not speak further.

She had visited the Xiangyang Marquis’s mansion several times; Lady Fan was a shrewd woman, and she had never heard of any favored concubine in the Xiangyang Marquis’s household—never one who hadn’t even been formally taken into the household, living in such a place—could she truly be a concubine?

Such a rare opportunity was one Lin Dingyuan would not miss. Even if the guerrilla detachment could not expand its forces within Zaozhuang in the short term, having weapons, ammunition, and supplies meant the main column could reinforce them at any moment.

Seizing this chance, Hu Biao spoke bluntly: “Big brother, I’m sorry! Your unit gets military pay from above, but our action team operates behind enemy lines—we cover all expenses ourselves, so we must have extra cash.”

With no way to evade, Lu Chen’s battle spirit erupted fully; he roared, his gaze instantly sharpening, his aura subtly shifting—fierce, unafraid.

At least for now, Hu Biao believed that while there were certainly soldiers in the National Army who feared death and shunned battle, there were also many who fought bravely and feared nothing. But how could flesh and blood withstand the ferocious bombardment of planes and artillery?

Only this explanation could account for why Dai Li personally sent him a telegram, specifically urging him to coordinate closely with the special task force. For Xue Zhong, if Hu Biao could truly lift the siege of Liu’an, he had no objection to taking orders from Hu Biao.

Wei Xueman did not hesitate; she trusted Yuan Xing’s judgment—he had survived countless life-or-death battles, and his instinct for danger was still sharp.

The phone line was noisy; when Liu Lu heard Li Yao was locked outside and hadn’t entered, she knew her intervention now would be useless—she immediately ran to inform Zheng Ji.

“So foolish you don’t know your own death—I’ll let you experience what it means to be devoured by ten thousand snakes.” With that, Medusa prepared to unleash all her venomous serpents.

“Zheng, look—our family’s life is better now, but we mustn’t forget our relatives, right? So I thought, we should give a share to your eldest uncle, and also to your second uncle and maternal uncle. I’m just making a suggestion—the final decision is yours,” Li Xuemei said seriously to Zheng Ji.

“Hmph…” Zhao Yi’s expression turned cold; he activated the Supreme Pure Yang Art, and his breath and nostrils emitted a special blend of qi and sound, causing the air to ripple outward from him.

In the funeral hall, Bai Shaoyun still wore white, but his former white robe was now mourning attire; he stared at the tablet of Bai Lingfeng above the altar, listening to the wails of his parents, aunts, and uncles, his face dark as storm clouds, his fists clenched so tightly his nails pierced his palms and drew blood.

With urgency mounting, Ye Wuchou could no longer afford caution; two points of white light flickered beneath his bandages, sweeping toward Long Xingyu—just as the great sword was about to strike him, a pair of eyes suddenly appeared above Long Xingyu’s head, their pitch-black pupils glaring at Cang Xing.