Chapter 830: One Hundred and Seventy-Seven: The Fall of Qin Began Here

One Hundred and Seventy-Seven: The Fall of Qin Began Here

“Golden light?”

“Yes, the other light clusters were too far away, so I went straight for this golden one first, then I’ll find the source of the dripping blood.”

Before the pitch-black gate, the brother and sister exchanged questions and answers.

At this moment, all eyes fell upon the square bronze mirror in Ouyang Rong’s hand.

Miao Si rode closer on the white sturgeon, curiously observing the mirror, and the bioluminescence from the fish’s body illuminated Ouyang Rong’s mirror more clearly.

“Golden light?”

“Yes, the other light clusters were too far away, so I went straight for this golden one first, then I’ll find the source of the dripping blood.”

Before the pitch-black gate, the brother and sister exchanged questions and answers.

At this moment, all eyes fell upon the square bronze mirror in Ouyang Rong’s hand.

Miao Si rode closer on the white sturgeon, curiously observing the mirror, and the bioluminescence from the fish’s body illuminated Ouyang Rong’s mirror more clearly.

“A cultivator!” The sixth son of the prefect thought this, and his eyes lit up. Weren’t the city guard generals forbidden from allowing cultivators to fight within the city? Thinking this, the sixth son of the prefect suddenly spoke up.

This post deeply shocked Zhu Siqi; he had never imagined that today’s prison could become what was described online. Though the online post was somewhat extreme, the content within could not be denied as likely true.

Unexpectedly, while Yi Tianchen was still pondering how to start a conversation, the Lord of Nanhuang City, Duo Lun, opened the dialogue himself, his gaze landing on Yi Tianchen’s Dragon’s Roar.

Without their commander’s orders, nearly everyone lost cohesion; those who could flee began scattering in all directions, while a few with courage still tried to resist.

To some extent, this was achieved through sheer strength, using diplomatic isolation to cause other guilds to either openly or covertly isolate the King’s Guild—far more effective than bloody battlefield clashes, as it fundamentally eliminated any chance of the opponent’s counterattack.

Rong Xiang’s body cannot survive without Feng realm’s—do you intend to capture Fang Qingchen for revenge and abandon Rong Xiang’s body entirely?

Long Ao saw the family’s experts screaming and howling, their dantians destroyed one after another, and his eyes turned red.

After a long while, amidst Dahuang’s awkwardness and Gu Yanan’s unease, Dahuang learned that all eight generals had long suspected his identity, and their main basis for suspicion was the subtle spiritual sense connection between them and Dahuang.

Gradually, everyone felt indebted to him, grateful for his aid, and many matters were simply overlooked.

“Is this true?” asked the prefect Liu, surprised and delighted. The cold secretary, hearing this, did not grow angry but stepped forward with a smug expression and whispered to Prefect Liu.

Time always works this way—it does not slow for your desires; dawn always arrives precisely when it should.

As an assassin, his perceptiveness was certainly high; everyone halted, drew their blades, and waited silently for the hidden figure in the distance.

The blue-faced one leading the main force was barely holding on, for now, in addition to the Funeral Moon main force, members of the prestigious clans had also joined.

The car stopped before the Pan Da School gate; Lin Xiangnan slightly clenched the steering wheel but said nothing.

Chen Xi nodded excitedly, then gripped her staff, and instantly a fierce wind arose, drawing in the wind-element magic.

He suddenly abandoned defense, charging straight toward Gongsun Long’s heavy punch, countering with a punch aimed at Gongsun Long’s chest.

Someone exclaimed in shock, turned, and saw something utterly terrifying—his companions lay sprawled everywhere.

A month ago, Pang Tong had already moved troops to Si Province; Zhang Liao assembled 150,000 men at Huguan, with the eastern side being Ye City, the capital of Weijun in Yan Province. This was the grand plan Pang Tong had devised after Zhou Yu left the tent: a three-pronged invasion against Yuan Shao’s territory.

At that time, his mother must have been unwilling to leave her behind; she did not wish to abandon her and depart from this world.

“So you brought this monster aboard precisely to turn the entire ship into its hunting ground, to feed everyone to it, correct?” Youzi pointed at Wu Guo’s nose, her voice thick with fury and contempt.

As the two conversed, suddenly, a towering column of black mist erupted from Kongtong Peak.

At that moment, the chaotic space shook violently, and then, the originally unified chaotic space collapsed—but this collapse differed from what Lu Ming and the others had seen; the ground around their bodies vanished upward, not downward, strangely so.

Lu Fei did not know who had previously lived in this villa, nor that it had been the residence of the puppet-maker; even if he had known, he would still have moved in—would the man really return?

Six months ago, if someone had told him the Jin family, the foremost of the Five Elements clans, would be annihilated, he would have laughed and called the man mad; if someone had told him the Han family would be driven to such despair by a fifteen-year-old boy, he would have cursed and thrown the fool out.

“Although the information here is limited, it does mention this method. And since it’s sealed within a soul scroll, the authenticity of the information need not be doubted,” Qin Yi said after a moment’s thought, his voice grave.

Though the Dragon-Eating Demon outwardly feigned great strength, he still harbored a faint sense of dread—but under the watchful eyes of so many subordinates, he must appear strong.

“So the reserve price doesn’t matter either? It’s just whoever bids highest wins?” Yan Wan sighed.

Qin Yi pulled out a red pill, placed it into Zhang Shaocong’s mouth, then raised his right palm; a hazy white glow, mixed with a faint bluish hue, slowly seeped into Zhang Shaocong’s body.

She had fled nonstop for a full day and night, utterly exhausted, sustained only by sheer willpower.

Nourished by celestial spiritual energy, the Xuanyuan bloodline awakens. The sword turns yin and yang, shaking heaven and earth; as long as Yi Fan continues to nourish it with bloodline power, this Xuanyuan Sword will ultimately reach the pinnacle of heaven and earth.

“What’s so interesting to look at?” Meng Chuanqing muttered as he climbed the stairs, but upon reaching the top and seeing the lion-dance platform below, he froze in shock.