Chapter 773: A Grand Funeral

After Li Sheng returned to Dengzhou, he did not rush to set out for Guangzhou, but instead focused on dealing with the matter of the foreign merchants who had plundered Guangzhou selling their loot in Dengzhou. Killing, recovering stolen goods, registering and making records—a complete chain.

By all logic, speed is precious in war; upon receiving military orders, swift deployment should be the norm. So why did Li Sheng hold his troops still?

In truth, it was not that he did not want to set out, but rather that the weather would not permit it.

In spring and summer, southeast winds frequently blow across the sea off Guangzhou. If the sea ships of Dengzhou were to head south, they would be stepping

The entire vista was breathtakingly magnificent. Among the onlookers, even those martial practitioners could not believe that the scene before their eyes could exist on this earth.

Liu Jian felt that Wandan Port was somewhat similar to Great Han in this respect—equally open and inclusive, brimming with freedom and vitality.

The immortals rose from their seats one after another to bow and exchange pleasantries. I responded coolly, my gaze gliding past the immortals and settling on one spot. After seven years apart, my eyes still accurately detected Liuli's aura among the immortals, landing on that child who troubled me so.

Qianbei Ye smiled again. That peerlessly beautiful smile appearing on his face was so alluring.

He was just like this at this moment—an old Type 81 rifle held in his hands as though it were a part of his body. If you had not witnessed his marksmanship with your own eyes and only interacted with him ordinarily, it would be hard to connect him with a killer.

The old man laughed heartily twice. In that moment, boundless power pressed down toward Mo Yu. The might of a Martial King seemed like a boulder pressing heavily upon her body, and instantly that fair face turned deathly pale.

"Sigh, how did these clothes end up like this?" Only when Taoran helped her up did he realize that her upper-body sleepwear had already been torn and could no longer be worn. Taoran thought for a moment, took off his outer garment and put it over Ning Shanshan's upper body, then picked her up in his arms and ran outside to call a taxi.

No wonder, no wonder it could sit atop the white dragon's head, and no wonder the white dragon was so reverent toward it.

Everyone looked up, and instantly saw an enormous white dragon coiling in the void! Its massive body covered the entire sky.

Of course, most were still wooden rafts and bamboo rafts. These were far cheaper to produce, made entirely from locally sourced materials, built as needed.

"How about it? Who is willing to volunteer and go in to investigate?" Li Tian asked once the passage was opened, but his eyes were fixed unblinking on Master Tianniu.

He saw that he had long since rushed out of the city proper and was now in the midst of a lush windbreak forest belt. This place had none of those aesthetically fatiguing giant five-needle pines of the wealthy; everywhere stood tall, dense poplar trees.

Under this heavenly might, even he felt uncomfortable, yet Su Jiaxue sat cross-legged with a calm expression, still immersed in her enlightenment. Such a scene was truly somewhat bizarre.

Apart from the three days around the eighteenth day of the eighth lunar month for the Tide-Watching Festival, large tides can be observed at the start and middle of every lunar month, and this can be called "One Tide, Three Views—Tide-Chasing Tour." The eighteenth day of the seventh lunar month is the wangxun spring tide of the seventh lunar month, commonly known as the Ghost King Tide.

But at this moment, many mercenary companies suddenly realized a question that had always been overlooked: "Mauser" was indeed a mercenary company with decades of history, powerful enough. But since when could it fight a hundred alone, standing against so many factions? Since when did it have such immense capability? How was this possible?

As those figures landed on the ground one after another, I felt the entire world had been upended.

"You were Japanese in your past life? How could a Japanese be as tall as you?" Although Li Jian had not lived through that catastrophic, humanity-annihilating World War II, during his days following Li Tian he had still watched quite a few anti-Japanese war dramas, and could not resist teasing.

Now the Blood River Blade was already a top-grade Supreme-tier magical treasure, only a hair's breadth away from a King-tier magical treasure. But even this slight gap required an incomparably vast amount of blood-evil qi to advance.