Chapter 457

Anger made the Xiongnu soldiers forget their fatigue; they were all warriors from various Xiongnu tribes, how could they bear such a great humiliation from the Qin people? They swung their curved swords and roared, demanding revenge.

Lu Miaoling waited quietly for death. But after a moment, she felt nothing fall upon her; instead, a muffled groan came—sounding like Lu Miaoling’s own voice.

Qinglong frowned slightly, looking at the boy who showed no fear, his face lit with amusement, and decisively slashed out a claw.

A few drops of scalding tea splashed onto the servant’s cheek, searing with pain; he looked up and saw the ferocious fury in Lu Zhao’s eyes, and scrambled away in terror.

Yan Wan changed into her nightgown, crawled under the covers, yet still had no sleepiness. She shook her head and let out a heavy sigh.

He had never been a killer; even the bloodshed in the northern wastes was merely for survival. But now it was different—he felt deep maternal love radiating from Zhang Da Niang. Though he was only a substitute for her son, the old couple had saved his life—wasn’t that equivalent to being reborn by his own parents?

Fortunately, though these men were elite among the rebels, they were nowhere near the disciplined formation of the Northern Army’s infantry. They were merely stronger and fiercer, lacking coordination—this allowed Han Xin to move effortlessly, calmly carving through the rebel ranks.

Today’s affair has escalated too far; without an elder to hold things together, just the few of us won’t suffice.

Yi Bu stared at Zi Tong’s faint smile and felt something hidden behind it.

After speaking, he clapped his hands toward the paper butterfly fluttering before him; the paper butterfly came alive, flitting gracefully out the window, vanishing from Bai Li Aoyun’s sight in an instant.

Qian Wanqing had many doubts and asked the most critical question: “Was the spirit talisman used by that pale-faced cultivator the legendary Spirit Gathering Talisman?” He had heard of the Spirit Gathering Talisman; in his era, such talismans were even rarer, and if one was ever found, it was acquired at exorbitant prices in auctions.

He stared dazedly at the Eternal Staff, barely able to think. But trapped within the Ice Dragon’s claws, he was at least safe—for now, until the Ice Dragon collapsed from exhaustion.

This was easy to discuss, but he glanced at those seated—there was no way to discuss it; everything was in their hands.

Jelad gasped heavily, leaning on his greatsword; he could no longer condense battle aura. He looked around—when had all the torches on their backs gone out?

Bai Bai was drunk but still recognized the figure before him as Mo Yan, so he relaxed, baring his most vulnerable belly for him to stroke, and clung to his palm with all four limbs, playing.

Xie Qing heard the sound and froze in shock, leaping out of the carriage. Ye Feng grunted, leaping forward and delivering a punch—airborne, the Heavenly Realm Divine Fist—BOOM—striking Xie Qing.

Bell’s lance slowly descended; when the tip pointed straight ahead, he tucked the shaft under his armpit. Though his lance was not as thick as his opponent’s, he would still strike—this was Bell’s thought now: no fear, no hesitation, only an unstoppable momentum driving him forward.

Bai Bai had panicked uselessly a moment ago, but now that he heard there was roasted chicken to eat, he happily followed Mo Yan.

He let out a low cheer, raised his hand, and wind howled in his palm, growing stronger and stronger—until it was powerful enough to lift the wings of a great dragon; only then did the Ice Dragon finally relax slightly.

Mo Yang also wanted to know what special ability Lin Rou possessed, but such secrets were never revealed—even though her cultivation was already impressive.

“Don’t rush. We’re here to liberate everyone. The situation has reached this point—we must not panic internally. Once our goal of suppressing the populace is achieved, power struggles will erupt within. That’s when we strike.” Ye Beichen analyzed calmly.

With a shift in his internal cultivation method, under the influence of the Holy Emperor Scripture, Yun Su directly activated the Five Elements Rotation technique he learned at Cangyun Sect, combining it with his nine-element spiritual root to adjust all his spiritual power into pure wood attribute.

The latitudes and longitudes of the Four Seas had changed—they no longer flowed at the same rate as the land, but now synchronized with the Immortal Realm.

“Hmph, so that’s your goal! The Bei Tang family’s scheme was this all along! I knew I couldn’t have been wrong! The Bei Tang family got what they wanted—born a thing like you! Now your Bei Tang family can manipulate time and space at will! Today you’ve fallen into my hands—I won’t spare you!” Ye Zhou roared.

The speaker was the elder Daoist—the head of the Tang Kingdom’s Imperial Astronomical Bureau, Yuan Tian Gang, who, under the guise of a wager, had taken the life of the Jinghe Dragon King.

“Ah, forget it. Honestly, if the captain gave it to you, I won’t say a word—you’re my brother, and I respect you.” With that, they all began training their physical strength together.

Liu Rongmiao was extremely serious, gripping his hand and pressing it against the fruit, her fingertips gliding across his palm. Gong Cheng kept swallowing, watching her beautiful fingers trace the lines of his palm.

Watching the Liangzhou army’s infantry and cavalry formations, Wu Yan, Su Puyan, Nengchen Di, and the others fell into deeper silence, as if frozen—judging from the enemy’s formation, the southerners’ forces numbered at least one hundred thousand.

At the same time, they sent people to sweep the surrounding roads, draining all blood into the sewers, then disinfecting the area with spray—thick, choking fumes of disinfectant filled the air, finally suppressing the stench of corpses. After this cleanup, the entire city lay lifeless; survivors had gathered almost entirely at the four city gates.