Chapter 127: Arrival at Xiajing

Ruan Hongzhuang’s instinctive movement made Yang Hongwen’s expression flicker, his heart growing heavier.

Even holding Shen Siyuan’s arm didn’t trouble him, but this unconscious gesture revealed she feared her nearby man would be displeased by his presence.

“Your friend?” Shen Siyuan asked.

Ruan Hongzhuang observed Shen Siyuan’s expression; seeing he remained calm, not angry at all, she exhaled deeply, paused briefly, then nodded, somewhat...

Her wide, startled eyes never closed, and even in death, Eldret never understood what had happened.

“Yes!” The black-faced man saluted; the captain’s order was heaven’s command—even if Old Knife told him to kill, he’d do it.

Aiveta listened as Sacheriel spoke; these strategies matched her own plan to defeat the Angry Lord.

Shu Yi’s eyes flickered briefly over the mural behind; upon hearing Xu’s words, he now understood what had transpired afterward.

As they freely voiced their grandeur, the man long ignored by Leiwente—whom they’d assumed merely a trusted attendant—suddenly pulled down his hood, stepped forward, and a familiar yet alien, fiery voice cut through their laughter, as if blazing a sunbeam into the gentle cathedral.

The eastern army of fifty thousand allies had fewer than twenty thousand survivors; the southern army of thirty thousand had over ten thousand left; the eastern force of eighty thousand retained over fifty thousand after battle. The Wei family’s naval fleet lost over half its strength and retreated north of the Yellow River for shelter.

Gold in this era rarely circulated among civilians; it was controlled by the imperial house and used solely to reward ministers.

A middle-aged man of balanced build sat at the head, leisurely sipping tea. Two fat men below held teacups, their faces tense with anxiety.

Wang Ruoyi chuckled, turned, and pushed open the base communications room hatch: “Let’s pick up where we left off, Mr. Gaoyang—the superpower unit has been disbanded.” Inside, she began brewing coffee.

Upon hearing this, Ruo Xi, who had been puzzled, realized the old man before them was none other than the Primordial Ancestor of ancient times—since arriving in the Dao’s Origin Realm, he was the first power on the level of Heaven-Controlling, Earth-Governing they had encountered.

A sharp *crack*—a surge of electricity shot through, coursing from his fingertip; Gu Shaoqing’s body jerked violently, he staggered back several steps, collapsed with a thud, and convulsed all over.

Hearing this, all disciples fell silent; the opponent spoke truly—if Zhou Jiu truly intended to annihilate them, escape was impossible. A Mahayana cultivator could crush the entire Southern Frontier.

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At this moment, Ye Feng had stacked four layers of passive; spotting the opportunity, he leapt forward swiftly, unleashing a Wind Break that pierced through both their bodies.

With this thought in mind, Nuram Slap had spent the past two days pondering how to broach this question to Qiao Xi.

"I don't want Light to get caught in the crossfire," said Yagami Shizi, sounding slightly discouraged—but behind her back, her fingers subtly traced characters; Yagami Lan understood instantly and said no more.

After all, territories in other directions were far more crowded, and their defensive psychological pressure had increased greatly.

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“I’ll let you off this time, but next time, you won’t be so lucky.” After uttering these words of courtesy, she left with Heizi.

By now, half an hour of fierce combat had passed, yet Qiutian Ming remained vigorous and full of energy, while Shang Ningshuang and He Youshen were on the verge of exhaustion—the outcome seemed sealed.