Chapter 590: Wrapping Up

Sunlight pierced the last darkness of dawn, scattering shattered gold across the earth; the morning wind lifted bird song, the first note pecking through the silence.

The world, once quiet, seemed to come alive in this moment; the mist over Binyue Plaza dispersed slowly the instant sunlight touched it.

Zhong Xiaonan rose immediately and headed into the plaza; by then, cordon tape had been strung around the perimeter, strictly forbidding anyone from entering.

Zheng Min and Huang Lancai behind him hurriedly followed.

People were so excited they didn't know what to shout, yet cheers and applause refused to stop; peaceful Beiya had never been this lively before.

Zhang Han was currently garrisoning the Johor area, conscripting all able-bodied men from the various tribes into the army and establishing military farms there.

"Master Bai, I apologize for the offense today; please forgive me. I take my leave!" The black-clad man, his breath ragged, clasped his fists and bowed.

Now that both the "True Strike" and "Shadow Strike" of the God-Slaying Sword are in Yuan Chen's hands, the burden of a Half-Sacred Artifact on a mortal Emperor is too great; even with Yuan Chen's Primordial Spirit body driving the "Shadow Strike," the power actually unleashed is less than one ten-thousandth of its potential, making it less handy than a true Sacred Artifact.

Rumor has it that in his youth, the Saint Emperor comprehended the Wordless Sword Stele and likewise attained a realm of the Heaven-Cutting Sword Dao; unfortunately, after the duel between Yuan Chen and the Saint Emperor proved otherwise, the Heaven-Cutting Sword Dao mastered by the Saint Emperor was not one of the five sword intents known to Yuan Chen.

Fan Zhao organized a volunteer corps among the disaster refugees, enabling them to manage themselves and maintain daily order, effectively lowering management costs and saving expenses; social administration experience from the 21st century finally proved useful on the Qing Dynasty refugees of the 18th century.

What they faced was the power of Huo Ziyin's spirit talismans, not merely the damage of the war chariot.

The person most shocked was Lin Shuiyue; having already seen Yuan Chen unleash a Monarch-level sword intent in Ye Tianfeng's presence, she should have remained calm, yet the Monarch-level sword intents Yuan Chen unleashed on two separate occasions were utterly different, leaving Lin Shuiyue so stunned she didn't know what to say.

On the northwest official road, a massive column advanced toward the capital; this column included not only Fang Jiye, commander of the Western Grand Camp, but also Zhang Ruming, the Sky-Patrol Inspector of Li Cheng City; of course, Duan Lang and his eighteen personal guards were indispensable.

So we won? Huang Yuan glanced back at the Tiger-Cat combination being carried away by medical staff, then looked again at Jun Moxie's departing figure.

They were few in number and could not clash directly with these people; they could only use the beauty trap first to extract useful information.

Yet unlike the outward madness, Drus's heart was extremely calm, even indifferent.

The words had barely fallen when she saw a familiar figure flash past the alley ahead; her brows furrowed as she immediately gave chase.

"Let's go," Han Xiaoxue said in a good mood, her tone making Lin Juan want to reply, "Yes, Your Imperial Mother."

Having witnessed the scene firsthand, Malashenko immediately signaled Vasily that such a salute was unnecessary; Malashenko, who held the Red Army lieutenant's firm will in the highest esteem, simply did not care about such trivialities, for matters of military deployment were what troubled Malashenko most urgently at that moment.

"I have evidence." Seeing Master Lu's cold and rigid attitude, Fang Tang felt no anger; she only felt it was a pity for Master Lu.

Tonight's banquet would surely be anything but peaceful; after Zhou Jie and Shi Yucai hooked up with Master Song, they bullied Fang Tang into handing over the adhesive by acting like a fox borrowing the tiger's might.

"Urgh!" Mad Dragon let out a laugh, stumbling backward several steps as bright red blood gushed from his mouth like a fountain.

Immediately after, Tia, her limbs going soft, could not even control the direction of the flame emission, and her speed slowed noticeably.

Wei Renwu said nothing, his eyes constantly scanning Yue Ming, staring until Yue Ming felt utterly uncomfortable, as if he had just finished a bath, was wearing no clothes, and was being stared at by someone.