Chapter 251: Nanxun

Xingzhou, north of the city, Western Xia Imperial Palace.

This palace was not particularly vast, yet it was built with extreme opulence, golden and jade gleaming, carved railings and jade steps, magnificent and splendid.

Originally, the palace held countless gold, silver, jewels, and various valuable objects—all accumulated and treasured over the hundred years before and after the founding of Western Xia.

But now it was utterly empty; the gold, silver, and treasures were all gone, leaving only everyday household items, yet all crafted from valuable materials, appearing

The Goryeo soldiers on the wall hastily lowered the basket; soldiers below scrambled to seize it and climb upward, while arrows rained down upon the Han army. Dian Wei had already charged to the front of the formation, raising his large shield above his head, while Gao Hou gripped his long halberd and led the charge onto the floating bridge—their massive weight sank the bridge an inch downward.

At this moment, he finally saw clearly the man before him—the terrifying black-clad soldiers who had chased him and his teammates all night.

A soft cry came through the night; as if the sound of a snapped bowstring had just been heard, the crossbow bolt struck straight to the chest. Zhang Kai's final sight before falling from his horse was the faint glow of torches as countless arrows poured toward him, while hundreds of light troops surged from both sides, shouting and galloping.

Yan Bei's body swayed again and again, yet he did not fall; instead, he turned his head, his eyes vacant, gazing at the Liangzhou troops drawing nearer, and slowly raised his blade—light as air in daily life, now heavy as a thousand catties.

A withered voice slowly entered; Su Ni entered step by step, supported by a panicked martial artist.

Because in Zhu Yuanzhang's view, the more he devoted himself to Guo Zixing and the Grand Marshal, the more deeply Guo Zixing would grow suspicious of him.

He Zheng's attitude toward Jian Yi was quite good, and he also shared some things he had learned during the day.

"Must hold the line!" he muttered inwardly; Du Qi pushed his strength to its limit, crossing his arms over his chest to block.

Kai Kai and Zheng Hao, gleefully mimicking the morning crowd, kept calling him "Miao Jiang" and "Big Brother-in-Law." Lin Lin nearly called an international line straight to Zheng Hao's and Kai Kai's homes to complain to their wives and Youyou.

These apprentices were all fourth-tier experts, roughly matching the thugs Sun Mo had originally hired.

Everything was clear. Yu Liuming and Ning Shuangying simultaneously turned their gazes toward Ma Zhongying, the Governor of Xiping Commandery.

Seeing the centipede ship charging straight toward them, the crew panicked, crying out in unison; the vessel lost control.

South of Rio de Janeiro, the South American continent began to narrow noticeably, exiting the tropical climate zone.

On the wooden pole beside the "Naiman" horse post hung a black pentagram flag, embroidered in gold thread with a beast-headed knight—the War God Suleida.

Bai Tian charged in recklessly, showing no sign whatsoever of having discovered an ambush.

If Wang Shuang were present, she would surely feel a pang of emotion: the two simple conditions Jiang Xuan had just spoken aloud were precisely the lifelong aspiration of the old Prince of Su, Zhao Changgong.

The first negotiation ended in acrimony! Yu Liuming had anticipated this outcome; after all, international negotiations were, in essence, "demand the sky, bargain for the ground"—how could any agreement be reached in "harmonious and friendly atmosphere" from the very start?

Mo Song watched the second hand of the clock slowly yet powerfully complete ten revolutions; by then, the classroom seats were nearly full. The first desks of Group One and Group Four remained empty, and precisely because of this, the man sat at the first desk of Group One.

"That's true." Mo Song smiled and scratched his head; just then, a flood of memories surged into his mind. After spending a moment skimming through those memories—or rather, those images—Mo Song's mental fortitude strengthened slightly, and he learned to conceal his true thoughts.

Yi Fanlü did not wish to acknowledge him; she pretended not to hear, stared straight ahead, paused not at all, and walked forward without deviation.