Chapter 451: The Stubborn Sword Demon! The Healing Crystal Clusters!
«BOOM!!»
Long A marched forward, ignoring the forest of swords or the mountain of blades before him.
If anything blocked his path, he would gather his momentum and unleash a thunderous punch, blasting everything before him away until he carved a path through sheer force.
Step by step, Yang energy accumulated on his body, and his fist aura grew heavier with each stride.
At first, it took dozens of punches to break through the sword forest; later, just two or three punches, fueled by accumulated momentum, were enough.
«Hehe! Not bad, boss! Just got out of the hospital and still got this kind of skill—impressive! I, Zhang Guangtou, am in high spirits tonight, so I’ll toast you three rounds!» With that, he poured his own wine and drained three cups without missing a single one.
Yu Su involuntarily turned her head back; though Jun Chen had not uttered a single word about court politics or the state of affairs, after so long beside him, she had absorbed enough by osmosis to understand a little.
The ghost was now nearly consumed by rage and fire in his heart—he had found the King of the Dark Blade Sect, the very King the sect had searched for years to find—but when they finally met, the scene was utterly unlike anything he had imagined.
Do these two brothers have nine lives? How did they survive that? His fingers clenched until they cracked—he couldn’t die, not yet. If the Xiyuan didn’t fall into chaos, his entire plan would be useless.
«Idiot.» Inoue Jun spat two cold words and brought his blade down in a supreme slash. Just as he believed Lin Yi would be split cleanly from head to toe, an impossible sight occurred—his katana was firmly caught between Lin Yi’s two arms, held motionless above his head. No matter how hard he pushed, he could not drive it down.
Jiao Yu carefully scanned the surroundings—the shrubbery was covered in thorns, and the feather must have been snagged and torn loose by them. Qiu Bei was a spiritual bird; if it had flown on its own, it would never have let its wings get caught in thorns. Could it be…?
Shouldn’t they be grateful? After all, the so-called traps here were merely arrows they could handle—if they had faced something far deadlier, something they had no defense against, wouldn’t they have lost everything already?
Over these past years, because of Shen Yunyou, he had changed greatly. Especially his temperament—he had grown far more composed than before, which, for him, seemed like a good thing.
Yet he wondered who would dare risk harming the Empress Dowager, placing her in such peril. Surely, that person hated her deeply.
He rushed out of the room, mounted his horse, and galloped off like the wind—but when he arrived, he froze in place.
Vietnam’s MiG-23s were their most advanced fighters, yet against the F-14 Tomcats, they had no chance in either close-range dogfights or medium-range aerial combat.
When Jian Ai took a bite of the braised fish, though the dish was salty and bland, the saltiness was several times stronger than real salted fish. Jian Ai spat out the meat and drank several sips of water to wash the salt off her tongue.
For some reason, Yi Yi felt the golden pattern appearing at the center of her palm was extraordinary, and this filled her with intense anticipation for A Dai’s answer.
Besides this surprise attack, they must have other tricks up their sleeves—what could they be?
After dinner, returning from Rong Garden, Shen Yan and Hua Shi sat under the lamp drawing floral patterns, waiting for Shen Mi while chatting about their day at court.
He had flattered the wrong person and been kicked in the face—his tangerine flowers even hurt. Jason was still utterly confused; misreading the lord’s mind so badly was a grave blow to his reputation as the top favorite.
She slowly rose into the air and flew toward the city, stopping in midair just a few hundred meters from its walls.
The sky erupted like a fireworks display, causing the two Pakistani Navy pilots sent to intercept to grow frantic with anxiety.
End of Chapter
