Chapter 104

All were children of heaven, ambitious students who were not in the least affected by Jiang Hao; instead, they took Jiang Hao as their target to spur themselves on, vowing to surpass him.

“Of course not—he ran, but what about his brothers? Tang Zifeng is a man of deep loyalty; if we capture all his men, what do you think he’ll do?” Guiyan said coldly, his eyes sharp.

Jiang Hao’s muscles and bones had been tempered by thunder and fire; whether it was a steel hand grenade or a mere clod of dirt, it could inflict massive damage.

At this moment, both sides slowed their flight speeds noticeably—they had clearly spotted a streak of light hurtling toward them, so they unconsciously reduced their pace, each hoping to make contact.

“Heh…” Yun’er smiled faintly; though furious inside, her face still wore a charming expression.

Yet watching Fang Yichen protect her from Chen Xuan’s grasp, Wang Yuchen—who had never experienced being rescued by a hero—suddenly felt something, however slight.

Of course, this was not his main reason for coming to Bucharest. Dracula had been wounded during the siege of Ruse. He could not say how close their bond was, but Liu Mang indeed felt a silent guilt toward Dracula and did not wish to relive Frederick’s sorrowful departure.

The assassin, Number 47, merely staggered, then straightened his knees and charged forward, shoulder thrusting out. Ye Zeming raised both arms to block, was sent airborne, and stepped back midair to regain balance—but the opponent’s intent was only to push him back, so he was unharmed.

At the time, Huangfu Ye had merely been furious, but he had never before lost control like this—it was most peculiar.

In that instant, the Third Prince’s eyes flickered with venom, utterly enraged by these old fools who repeatedly opposed his ascension.

Tai Xuan nodded in agreement. Though Yu Jian Dao Ren spoke delicately, he knew full well that living nearby made it easier for the other to watch over him.

So when Cao Cao requested aid, without much deliberation, he decided to send Zhu Ling, a deputy general he rarely relied upon, to reinforce him.

Upon hearing Xia Fangyuan’s words, Xia Chengyuan froze in shock—he had never expected she had come specifically to tell him this.

The bow emitted a long, resonant hum, as if alive, responding to my and Shen Yao’s efforts.

Since we had decided to flee, since we had decided to gamble on my birth mother’s character, we might as well gamble on Chu Nian too.

Xiao Bipei could only angrily snatch her hand away and sit back down; outside, the verdict was sealed—the assistant manager announced the pill belonged to No. 16.

The ancient killing sword in his hand emitted a deep, ancient, time-worn aura; all of the Killing Elder’s power was condensed into a single strike, exploding violently toward the Sword Elder.

The beggar glanced at Huo’er with detached indifference, then pulled his tattered rags together and walked away.

Yet admiration aside, they would never utter words like Wang Chen had just spoken, nor did they have the courage to say them in Feng Yuanyuan’s presence. The moment the words left his mouth, everyone around held their breath, their gazes all shifting instinctively to Feng Yuanyuan.

Compared to these two, the previously hesitant regional forces naturally joined the Qing army.

“Let’s go see the market—Nangong just paid out salaries. Want to come along?” Bai Yan said.

Watching Li Ming’s rapt expression, Xu Manman felt no anger; instead, she savored it.

Gao Jingsi weighed his options repeatedly in his mind—he knew the Huainan army’s vigilance was still extremely tight, so he did not act then, but instead used the cover of night to sneak around to five li behind their lines and hide, then personally led a few scouts back to observe the Huainan camp’s perimeter.

“Wen Subing? A fine name—skeletal purity congealed in ice, tender fingers dipped in snow, still recalling the deep meaning of dividing melon.” I praised, smiling kindly.

It was hard to describe the thing before me—was it a mouth? It opened and closed, speaking to him. Fortunately, she kept shaking, allowing me to see her body behind it—she looked like a straight line.

Though they could fly using their artifacts, they insisted on taking Bus No. 11, rustling through the grass loudly, as if afraid the assassin wouldn’t know they were here.

“Father, Prince Xiang Yan of Western Chu has arrived with an envoy delegation, bearing a vast amount of bridal gifts,” Prince Beiming Hong reported to the Beiming Kingdom’s sovereign, Beiming Tian.

Yet I retained a sliver of reason. That reason told me not to do this. Though Jiang Lele had agreed, though you are the Immovable King, though you are not bound by this world’s rules—still, some things deserve a modicum of propriety.

“The current master of Maoshan is your precious disciple,” I said. Judging by this Yu’s demeanor, he likely already knew—and perhaps even suspected something, which is why he snatched Yanzi and fled Maoshan on his own.

Li Hua had long been unable to contain himself; seeing everyone begin to eat, he picked up his chopsticks and joined the great battle to fill the five viscera.