Chapter 581: Grand Marshal Baocen's Doomsday?

Upon learning that the Xuanwu army had launched a full‑scale attack, advancing en masse, Li Baocen hurriedly led his troops himself to Yingyang to resist.

Li Baocen stationed his army on the west bank of the Si River.

The Xuanwu army was positioned near a small hill on the east bank of the Si River, not far away, with surrounding woods that could be used to hide troops.

Grand Marshal Baocen also had to admit that Fang Chongyong, that dog thief, was very good at picking camp locations. That hill was the only high ground nearby, and a Bedzi crossbow was installed there; from the height it could increase

Suddenly they entered that layer of multicolored mist, and Yunyu and the other three froze instantly, all of them halting their movements.

As for Qian Si Longyao, she came to pay a visit, but because she still had many affairs to handle, she could not free herself to come here to protect Chen Feng. Before leaving, she specifically instructed the two officials Weng Wen to take good care of Chen Feng.

While speaking, Xiang Liwu pulled a dried spirit herb from his beast‑skin robe and handed it to Ye Zhuo.

"If there's a chance, rescuing some people seems acceptable," he said, as Wang Hou leapt down from the treetop.

Zhao Ming, after shattering the Long Snake Sword Formation, charged at Long Fei like a raging tiger; Long Fei only parried for two rounds before Zhao Ming knocked him down from the dueling platform.

But after a while, he could sense that the figure had further refined many strands of his own soul essence, yet Ye Zhuo still did not reactivate the Wind‑Travel‑Ten‑Thousand‑Miles technique; of course not out of fear or regret, but because Ye Zhuo suddenly felt that the situation seemed to be changing anew.

The members of the Tian Shu Guard had just arrived; Long Hao and Lei Dong exchanged glances, simultaneously drew their blades, a long sword and a heavy sword crossing each other, black blade patterns and yellow sword light spiraling outward, and the two together sliced through the air, flinging it into the pit.

"No, senior brother, I always feel that old man harbors no ill will toward us," Xia Mingfeng said firmly to Wang Jue, expressing his feeling.

Leng Xianning was startled: it's only a wind‑cold infection? How could it be so severe, and when did her body start deteriorating so badly?

It turned out that the youth, though mediocre in martial skill, possessed innate divine strength; this slash, though not at full power, still exerted six‑tenths of his force. Su Chen, wounded and unable to circulate Qi, could only hard‑receive it out of thin air; instantly the impact tore his wound open, blood gushed, and the front of his chest garment was soaked in bright red.

Even though he had the advantage, he dared not confront directly, and immediately shifted the black piece to the other side, moving away.

Leaning by the window, counting the lotus blossoms in the pond, An Youran truly feared that she might, amid endless idle chatter, choose a misalignment of spirit essence, merely to soothe her increasingly frantic, maddening cultivation power.

In the darkness, Su Xia quietly opened her eyes, staring at Qin Yue's hazy profile for a long, long time.

Leike had gone out on business, instructing her to rest well; as soon as he left, Xiao Wu immediately made a phone call and began to bustle about.

It seemed the project had encountered some issue, the kind that wouldn't be resolved quickly. Zhou Xuan, pondering that staying idle here was pointless, simply told the man the situation. The man didn't stay silent long, rubbed his forehead, and agreed.

Her face, as she moved, slowly entered Xue Meng's view, delivering an overwhelming shock.

Their marriage had originally been fine, treating each other with respect as guests, lacking intimacy but still maintaining respect and decorum.

But Xiao Ran said it so resolutely, and Tao Qing could not bear to use this difficulty to strike him, so he sighed and said he would consider the matter.

Now, he already harbored an uncertain premonition, and the worst plan gradually rose in his mind.

The Emperor Taizong's most favored jewel, Princess Gao Yang, was severely rebuked and brought to tears by the Emperor after uttering a few bad words about the Imperial Brother, the Great Sage.

For a long time trapped in a bizarre world, enduring incomprehensible events day after day, Mo Chen sometimes could not even tell whether everything happening around him was but a grand dream, or whether his past life's memories were the true grand dream.