Chapter 711

These people came only to watch the spectacle, but Pei and Zhu could not merely watch.

Pei Ye tugged the reins and turned the horse’s head: “Let’s get closer.”

Zhu Gaoyang nodded, and the two horses galloped upstream along the riverbank.

The mist and rain seemed to pour down from this direction; the farther they rode, the darker the sky grew, the heavier and colder the rain, the fog thickening into a gauze-like veil brushing behind them.

Pei Ye gazed at the river surface, where faint shapes were now barely visible.

Although the conditions at the other two new camps were similar, they were far better than Ding Li’s, since those camps had no completed fortifications, and the veterans assigned there were mixed in with the recruits, so for the recruits in both camps, evening meals and camp setup made little difference.

Above, the twenty swords paused briefly, then mysteriously moved again, forming into one great sword.

But now—alas—because Wang Lu’s stubbornness, aside from light weapons, none of them had even brought a single automatic grenade launcher.

Without giving Tang Feng time to prepare, she let out a cold shout and immediately unleashed her power, lunging toward him.

“Blackie, if you’re going to talk like that, I’ll have to take you seriously!” Seeing Qin Mo’s men ahead already beginning to clear the battlefield, Ding Li slowed his horse considerably; since Li Gui was already a grasshopper past its season, with few days left to leap, Ding Li cast Blackie a look full of ill intent.

Some escape fleets, with no other options, risked jumping into the universe they believed relatively safe; most of these fleets were shredded by the Empire’s hyperspatial firepower, while the remainder drifted in the void, slowly disintegrating once their energy ran out.

Yet treacherous minister Qin Hui colluded with the Jin, betraying the nation for personal gain. Moreover, Zhao Gou, driven by selfish fear of the two former emperors returning south to seize the throne, conspired with this corrupt minister; together, they ignored the people’s suffering and public sentiment, acted against reason, destroyed their own defenses, murdered loyal ministers, and sought peace with Jin by bowing and submitting as vassals.

Above, four halos of merit—purple, red, yellow, and green—faintly trembled; soon, a faint streak of blue light appeared behind the green halo.

If Wang Bian’an had been surrounded by zombies in the center of Yinjiang Town, Xie Ling, unarmed, could not have rescued him—she could barely save herself.

The Huang She’s wings slowly quivered, then let out a long cry that shook heaven and earth! Its voice echoed like a blue phoenix soaring from the clouds, ascending straight to the heavens, then spiraling endlessly beyond the ninth sky; its flight was beyond mortal sight, leaving only fragments of traces from which one might vaguely imagine its motion.

Since ancient times, only the elegant gentlemen seemed capable of crafting such unforgettable tales or poems.

But as the ancestral stronghold of Tianhuo Sect, aside from some protective traps and arrays, there should be no other great dangers.

“Yes, the way of ruler and minister is not how I treat my ministers. However lofty imperial power may be, it remains bound by human feeling—I am not a ruler ignorant of the people or oblivious to my ministers, so there is nothing I refuse to do. Now, do you know why the court is conducting a grand selection of talent?” She also wished to test them on the spot.

He surged toward Lin Yu, his hand reaching out; as his qi surged, that hand seemed to swell into a hand that held up the sky.

This method of igniting a spirit weapon’s power by using one’s essence blood is the most primitive and brutal technique, used only on some barbaric planets in the cultivation world.

And he firmly believed it: the ultimate outcome of any chess game must arise from the accumulation of these fundamental advantages—that is what victory truly means.

Ning Qiwēi was still lost in thought, pondering Prime Minister Liang’s earlier words, when she was suddenly transferred into another’s arms. At this infant stage, Ning Qiwēi’s skin was tender; even slight friction caused her pain. She let out a soft whimper as her skin ached.