Chapter 778: Turtle Fist

After crossing Mount Pipa, the Bianzhou army arrived at the former site of Herong City. Like the Wucheng garrison post, this defensive fortress had also been abandoned for over a decade, reduced to a dilapidated state beyond recognition.

It was the depths of winter, and a Tibetan military outpost of over a dozen men stood atop the old city tower. When those Tibetans saw the banners of the Bianzhou army, they took to their heels, riding off on horseback so fast that pursuit was out of the question.

Seeing this, Fang Chongyong laughed in spite of himself.

The old veterans on the battlefield

Therefore, as long as the Sixth Prince's health remained poor, he would naturally have no chance at the throne, and naturally would not become a formidable rival to the Empress.

In a moment of confusion, he had committed a grave wrong. Even though Yan Shixian had wished to keep him, Ba Jin still left to go elsewhere.

"Yes, yes," Ye Cheng and Guan Wan replied in unison. From their voices one could hear their elation; having gone so long without hearing her call them, the two had been on tenterhooks.

"You're not still thinking of finding him to avenge Zhi Ting, are you? Let it go! He has already received his due punishment, and besides, things are quite fine the way they are now." Chen Liren had not wanted to interject, but hearing his sister ask this, he could not help but speak up.

Zhao Qu left shaking his head. Ever since the Prince of Chu brought Zhao Ling back, he had been full of wariness toward him. Though he had not gone so far as to drive him out of the Prince of Chu's residence, he had unreservedly told Zhao Quan and Zhao Yanger that he was the Emperor's man, so that they would keep their distance from him.

Yet the road ahead was pitch-dark, boundless and infinite, as though one could never see the end of it.

Given that his body temperature was frighteningly high, Lancao said nothing and, gritting her teeth, struggled to help him upstairs.

Seeing Lin Yun'er come out carrying a fruit tray, Chen Zhiting immediately rose to take it from her and said with concern, "You're not in convenient shape right now; just leave these things to Auntie." Then he helped Lin Yun'er sit down beside him.

These were all matters where the lightest consequence was death and the heavier was the extermination of an entire clan. No matter how wealthy one was, getting entangled in them made it nearly impossible to escape unscathed.

"Why not enter through the front gate, but climb over the wall instead? Every time I see you, you're atop the wall." Shiba Niang sat atop the wall. At a glance, the courtyard stretched boundless and infinite. Yet while the outside was bright and splendid, within it was nothing but desolation and misery.

It could be seen that after saying these words, the High Priestess was also staring intently at him, and even in her eyes there was a trace of guilt. On the other side, even Aima Ermu, as the Lord of the Holy City, now seemed somewhat reluctant to speak.

"Sister Hua, don't be afraid. Even if there were a thousand wolves outside, they couldn't get in," Yang Zhan replied easily.

But Ye Qi greatly enjoyed this sensation. He closed his eyes and quietly captured this thread of fluctuation, attempting to uncover the secret within it.

As for Hu Zhijun's somewhat indignant words at this moment, neither his father Hu Hualin nor the elder Hu Shihai offered any response. After all, given their status and positions, there were certain things they could not say casually. Only that increasingly sharp cold glint in the corners of their eyes seemed to reveal their inner thoughts at this moment.

Mingyue Tianxin looked Markel up and down. Markel stood proudly with his hands behind his back, ignoring her.

He saw Sima Zhongcheng sweep his long sword in an attack toward Yuan Zongliang, but every move and technique aimed straight for the opponent's vital points. Yuan Zongliang, however, had no desire to trade blows with him, so he hastily retreated several steps and shouted, "Hold!" — which immediately stopped Sima Zhongcheng in his tracks.

The Holy Lord Sharp's words "limitless potential" — had they been directed at anyone else, there might have been wild joy. But in Bai Hong's eyes, it was nothing at all; in his gaze, there was clearly not the slightest ripple.

"Wait a little longer. Perhaps there will be a turning point." Miaoyu was unwilling to believe this fact, but her face was also deathly pale, utterly without color.

Liu Nu drove his palm power forward, and the water dragon transformed into rain that descended into the stone array. He dared not linger within the array; performing a swallow's flip in midair, he landed on both feet outside the array.