Chapter 728: This Minister Was About to Fight to the Death

Though it was already spring with flowers blooming outside, inside the Purple Radiance Hall, a cloud of gloom hung heavy.

Li Zan, the Son of Heaven of the Jing-Xiang court, sat listlessly on the dragon throne, his mind turning over certain matters, every now and then clenching the cuffs of his sleeves.

Two memorials from Hongzhou, arriving in Xiangyang one after the other, addressed the same matter—yet different people gave completely different accounts of how events had unfolded.

In his memorial, Yao Lingyan stated that as the vanguard commander of the great army, he had followed military orders—

Ye Chen's expression was indifferent as he stepped down on Zhao Tianlong's other arm, and the sound of bones cracking rang out at once.

Fan Zichen's face was dark to the extreme. He drew a blood-red long saber from behind his back and gripped it hard with his right hand; the blade radiated dazzling red light, and an ear-piercing ring suddenly sounded from the weapon.

"Then why did your company intervene when the relocated households complained about Wang Daqing?" Shen Yan asked in return.

"That really is despicable!" After hearing Mother Yun explain the whole story, Lu's father was also furious.

As he spoke, Meng Batian only felt a ripple pass through the space—faint ripples spread outward, and a hand emerged from within. This hand was covered in wrinkles, yet it was precisely such a withered, skinny hand that contained a power that made even Meng Batian's heart palpitate.

When had he ever had to flee to save his own life, going off to the provinces to scrape by like those officials demoted to outside posts?

"It was only later that I noticed something was wrong, until someone explicitly told me that I was not human, but a descendant of the Divine Race. Only then did I understand how I differed from others—even having a child with my wife required that I first reach a certain realm."

For some unknown reason, the unicorn, which had always been very docile and obedient to Shen Ling'er, made an extremely abnormal move—suddenly breaking free of Shen Ling'er and roaring ceaselessly at Meng Batian, with hostile emotion transmitting from the unicorn straight into Shen Ling'er's mind.

As the heir of the Ye family, when had Ye Changfeng ever had anyone in Yanjing dare speak to him like that? His face immediately darkened.

She thought for a moment and had to admit that this fellow probably really did not lack money—pearls worth nearly a million had been scattered about like water, so giving one more pearl didn't seem like much.

"Don't look at me. I can't do anything either." Linda had naturally noticed my gaze full of dependence, and unexpectedly shrugged at me, spreading her hands in a helpless gesture.

The villagers opposite were packed shoulder to shoulder, pressing forward one layer atop another, and the SWAT team's formation could only push from the back ranks to the front, the front ranks shoving the shield-bearing warriors, who pushed the villagers back in kind.

"Dongqing, you've played about enough, haven't you? We should talk." Seeing Dongqing happily playing underground, having circled a hundred li in every direction in under a hundred breaths, Xiao Yong transmitted his voice.

The vehicle bumped along all the way toward Dalitou Village, with Company Commander Gao and that police officer sitting together in the rear compartment, reporting to the command post.

Even with full mental preparation, even with cotton plugs stuffed in their ears and their hands clamped over them, among the roar of these ten cannons, many people still temporarily lost their hearing, and some had blood flowing from their ears. The tremendous sound ruptured their eardrums, inflicting enormous harm upon them.

Then, Local Row A-B turned to Shinohara Yukinori with a bitter smile, and Shinohara Yukinori immediately gave a slight bow with a look of shame and said:

Another problem the police had already solved in advance: a neighbor near the scene had several dogs. Through the police's preliminary handling, these dogs had already been taken away by their owners, so the pre-dawn assault would not produce any additional noise.

Everyone looked toward Xiao Yong's combat position, scanning up, down, left, and right with wide eyes, but could not find where he was located.

At this moment, Tsukiyama Shū, who was gratified to see Kaneki Ken's current actions, gave a bitter smile and rubbed his chin with a finger as he spoke.

Previously, Jiaomu Jiao had even been plotting to kill all these people in order to clear the obstacles for the Twenty-Third Prince's ascension.

Following these sounds, the others looked up and saw a sight they had never witnessed in thousands upon thousands of years.

In private, Sirui Xiao was actually also a quiet and solitary person; only when together with a few close friends like Mo Yitian would they let go and show their truest selves to one another.

"Sir, I—" Tou was about to explain to the Sir that he had merely made a casual remark, never expecting that Wu San would actually be so obedient, but was cut short by the Sir's "I know."

Originally Zhao Chen had been accompanying him to the event, but later Zhao Chen's child at home came down with a sudden high fever, so they had to call Dai Li to handle it. Upon receiving the phone call and hearing the situation, Dai Li planned everything in the shortest possible time.

Gao Yuanliang had already heard that Lu Xi had given birth to a son for Gao Yan. He hadn't paid much attention at first, only watching coldly from the side. His father had wanted a grandson for some time now—perhaps he could bring this child back, so his father wouldn't be lonely at home? A grandson of the Gao family should be raised in the Gao family, after all.

The tribe was peaceful now because rules restrained them, but if someone broke them, what would follow was being swallowed up by the outside world.

Wen Ran naturally agreed with these words, yet a certain complex heaviness also rose in her heart. History would always push ceaselessly forward—whose heart could forever remain in the simplest, most unspoiled past? Who would truly be willing to shackle their own feet forever?

Zhao Mingyue's entire body was uncontrollably tense and rigid, retreating step by step while staring unblinkingly at the emerald color that swiftly swam close and surged up like lightning. She raised her palm and sent out inner Qi to strike it down, whereupon her spine went limp and she collapsed to the ground.

"Princess, Lu Shaojun asked me to bring this to you." A Jin took a pouch from his chest and hesitantly handed it to Leping.

"I didn't expect Lord Leiying to still recognize me." Itachi said flatly; from his words, one could not tell whether he was surprised or pleased, or whether he felt anything at all.

Regarding Kaguya Ōtsutsuki, apart from Shisui having heard a little from Kakashi, the matter left no impression whatsoever in anyone else's mind.

Murong Yunqing naturally would not step out; at this moment her legs were stiff, and she truly could not move. The man said proudly, "People of Blade Valley, yet you hide your heads and tails like this. Come out." As he spoke, he swung his long saber, and a fierce blade Qi surged straight toward them.

This was the new district, not yet bustling, with a sparse population, and this was a relatively secluded alley, so naturally they did not fear disturbing anyone else.

Then, Madara used a body flicker and appeared beside the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path, directly tossing the Nine-Tails over to it.

Tang Xiao, however, said, "You guessed wrong. We really won't need him this time—watch me." With that, he put his hands behind his back and swaggered over. Ye Suiyun, still uneasy, followed behind him.

After Chen Zhifan tapped his feet twice in quick succession against the shadow beneath the tree, he stood silently three meters in front of the middle-aged man, a wisp of clear breeze swirling around his body.

After politely greeting the old man slumped over the counter, Li Qifeng headed toward the inn's rear courtyard.

Thinking this, Qi Feng took out his phone and called the old bastard, but didn't speak—instead, he tapped on the mouthpiece with his fingers in a rhythmic dot-dot-dash pattern.