Chapter 186

Tap-tap-tap——

On the highway, four riders clad in tight-fitting attire galloped past, kicking up vast clouds of dust.

"Senior Qin is really something—he took off on his flying vessel without even waiting for us," Xu Man bobbled on her horse, her tone tinged with resentment.

"Giddy-up—"

Leading the group, Li Hui swung his whip and called back without turning: "Stop complaining—hurry up. If we delay any longer, we won't make it into the city today."

"Water and Fire Dual Flame!" He swung his twin swords, launching two waves of flame that twisted together, probing toward Liu Aiguo. But Liu Aiguo merely slashed his blade—a black blade aura flashed, splitting the flames cleanly in two.

"Bai Feng's Kassadin…" Many murmured in awe, stunned by the terror—Bai Feng's Kassadin always came flying in from blind spots, so much so that viewers couldn't tell where he'd appeared without watching the replay.

Not only that, beads of cold sweat poured from his forehead, his back soaked through, and even more absurdly, the pistol in his hand had fallen to the ground—he didn't even notice.

The cavalry didn't pause at all; riding at full speed, they raised their left hands high over the shields again, "Wuuu—!" Another furious storm of metal erupted—hundreds of short axes, gleaming with chilling light, slammed down onto the heads of the remaining blockers.

Where exactly did I come from? Why do I have no memory at all of the Great Jin Imperial Palace, the Shanglin Garden, or the Wang Fu they speak of?

Some have grown old—for them, League of Legends is nostalgia, a memory they can't let go of from their youth.

On the twenty-first day of the first month of the fourteenth year, just before Luoyang fell, he uncovered Wang ShaoYu's treacherous plot to defect, ambushed Liu Zongmin's rebel forces at the city gate, and beheaded thousands.

"Thank you, old master," Gu Yan smiled, sipping water—it was plain water, nothing special, just thick with the scent of earth.

Yue Fei saw Yun'er pouting, patted his head, and laughed: "Good Yun'er, Father knows you've been working hard—it's ZiYu's blade that's no good, not my Yun'er." Yun'er brightened up and stuck out his tongue at Li Zi.

"What? Why are they moving?" Yang Wei gasped, alarmed. The pervert was leaving—she hadn't felt the expected relief; instead, a strange, indescribable feeling twisted inside her.

She felt her heart pounding violently, yet heard no sound—she couldn't hear anything at all—not even the faintest whisper. This total absence of sound left her with an extreme, suffocating pressure, even as she gasped with open mouth.

"Perfect. Exactly what I wanted," Wu Feng said. He hated such despicable tactics—a man should settle things with his fists.

Heaven trembled, earth shook, the golden pagoda quaked violently. Three figures, like demonic gods of supreme might, stretched across heaven and earth, holding up the cosmos, their aura unmatched, crushing the void.

A line of iron cavalry thundered from afar, especially the towering blue giant lion at the front—its eyes shot beams of golden light like twin lanterns, blinding from afar, like an ancient beast.

Ling Qi felt talking to his mother was like speaking to a wall; he turned away, cheeks puffed, refusing to speak further.

Lin Pingzhi suggested disguising themselves to infiltrate the Ming Cult and strike opportunistically, but the plan was rejected—Ren Woxing knew the other four too well; disguise would expose them.

Jiang Chuan spoke, ecstatic—he feared nothing, loved big drama, and seeing Yuan Hong's pained expression, his eyes lit up, his fondness soaring.

Lin Xinru, denied the praise she wanted from Song Zheng, lowered her head and sought emotional comfort from Song Ning, who sat between them.