Chapter 686: Trouble at the Elbow and Armpit

Ma Lin's deputy general Sun Zhizhi, traveling day and night with five thousand troops, encamped behind Zhi Pass not far from the Three Cities of Heyang. He had originally planned to observe the situation and see how things stood militarily in the Luoyang region before deciding whether to carry out Li Baochen's military orders.

Or rather, to see whether there was any advantage to be gained.

Sun Zhizhi shrewdly dispatched several hundred men forward to Heqing City, located on the north bank of the Yellow River west of Beizhong City, to gather intelligence. It would have been better not to inquire—once he did, it terrified him.

Li Yong, who had always been quiet and said little, now became much more talkative. If a company going bankrupt was a man-made disaster, then a civil servant being fired for taking bribes was an act of god.

However, that level-52 swordsman Yuehua Lei did not participate in the "Who Is the King" tournament. As a competing team, once they reached the top sixteen, they could designate one to three players as a support squad—this was also to prevent situations where a player had a sudden real-life emergency, essentially serving as substitute members.

Howls and screams filled their eardrums, like evil spirits from hell, cursing all living beings.

The tall and burly Pa Wa Luodi landed lightly in front of me, clad in armor, holding a broadsword in one hand, his expressionless face looking rather cool.

Pei Yanqiao had originally intended to leave together with Wei Weiyi, but since the Pei and Sheng families had some dealings with each other, even though he did not involve himself in the family business, he still had to keep up appearances.

Everyone's gaze instantly fell on Bao Si, their dark eyes fixed intently on her, completely baffled.

In the blink of an eye, the number of players in Tianfeng City who had reached the third advancement at level 80 or above exceeded thirty. Among them, nearly fifteen players were still unaffiliated and wandering alone, and so they became the targets of recruitment by numerous major faction guilds. The national war was about to begin, and everyone was gearing up.

Pan Yun smiled, shook hands with Xiao Yunfei, and glanced at Zhu Yilin and Chen Fei, lingering especially on Chen Fei for an extra moment.

"Third Brother, I will always fight alongside you." That white figure, shimmering like glazed light, slowly turned around and gave me a faint smile.

Speaking of which, she now felt deeply guilty toward Hongchang. She had not seen Hongchang in over three years and did not know whether he had gotten heavier or thinner. Though Hongchang wrote to her every month, his letters only said everything was fine—she still did not know how he was truly doing.

"You are indeed well-traveled and knowledgeable. In that case, shouldn't you thank me for sparing your Miaojiang tribe from total annihilation, and then hand over what you have to me?" Fu Lie said with a faint smile.

A Great Demon could not only take human form but also transform into any person or object it wished. Its magical power was exceedingly high, possessing the ability to refine Qi and transform spirit.

One of the two was swift with his kicks, the other extended with his punches; their fists and feet clashed frequently, and to outsiders the two appeared evenly matched. Only Zuo Zilü secretly groaned inwardly—every time their fists and feet met, Zuo Zilü's legs were left numb and tingling from the impact.

As the nine experts exchanged blows, their disparity was immediately apparent. The elite archers of the Hailan Shuiwu Lin Da tribe and the former subjects of the Bohai Kingdom who used crossbows were instantly struck down by Yang Yunhan's palm-blades, unable to move again.

Chen Feng's face flushed red with anger at Xia Jian's words. Unable to gain any advantage from Xia Jian, he redirected his hostility toward Yao Junli and the other two.

They saw three chests filled with spirit sources, three chests filled with various demon beast inner cores, and three more chests holding several dharma treasures, plus one chest containing seven miscellaneous items. Seeing these, Long Luojin exclaimed in astonishment, "So many things! Who had the time to collect all these treasures?"

Before the grave, a pair of colorful guiding banners swayed left and right in the cold wind, and paper money scattered across the grave fluttered about like moths darting into flame.

"Haha, don't think two Profound King Realm cultivators are enough to scare this old man. Fourth Brother, come out and show them!" Xiao Tianhao then said to the person behind him who had remained silent the whole time, smiling.

Lin Qianrou had just received a phone call from Li Jingjing, who said she had to come out tonight no matter what. She did not specify what it was about—being mysterious, she only said they would talk in person.