Light from a Thousand Years Ago (13)

Now that he had already learned the Northern冥 Divine Skill and the Lingbo Weibu steps, this manual was naturally of no further use to him. Li Zhenwu very considerately packed it up, placed it back inside the futon, and flipped the futon over, leaving that dim-witted Duan Yu to go knock his head on it himself.

In every battle, the presence of spies is indispensable. With Luxi now plunged into chaos, foreign spies naturally seized the opportunity to infiltrate the city.

"Alright, alright, alright. I'll lend you two star badges, but you must take good care of them," Baby finally relented. If Deng Chao were eliminated just like that, it wouldn't really benefit her. She had originally intended to team up with Zheng Kai, but who knew where Zheng Kai and Wang Zulan had run off to.

"Idiot... Do you really think Hyuga Setsuna could be killed so easily..." On the young and handsome face of Sasori's true body, there was no expression, save for his voice, which remained deeply subdued.

Facing such a bizarre spectacle, if he weren't a practitioner of Buddhism, Zhu Bajie would have truly burst out cursing.

A drought is a situation that cannot be farmed artificially; it is entirely a matter of chance. Therefore, whenever you encounter someone else's drought, never forget to water their crops.

Having failed to display his true strength earlier, he naturally wanted to put on a good performance now. Who knows, he might even be able to replace the positions of the Fat and Thin Monks.

Setsuna sat alone atop the high stone platform, his deep, azure gaze gazing placidly into the combat unfolding below.

Instantly, the Blood Sea Grand Array activated, the sea of blood boiling and churning up monstrous waves that engulfed everyone present.

"Let's try it first and see. Commander Gu might have other plans in mind!" Gazing into the distance at the armored forces for a moment, Yang Zhendong ultimately lacked the resolve to just pack up and leave like this.

Leji slapped the bearded man across the face again and again while dozens of onlookers simply watched in silence. Not only did none of them dare to step forward and stop Leji, but very few even dared to raise their eyes to look at him.

How could something so terrifying leave Feng Yang feeling so calm and composed, as if he didn't care in the least?

Chen Xin only then snapped back to reality. In that split second just moments ago, his chest had been struck by his opponent once more. His ribs, not yet fully healed, were probably shattered into a complete mess once again.

Wielding his alloy machete, he slashed down several Level 2 Gale Beasts that had scaled the city wall. Yet, exhausted and drained of stamina, he was eventually caught off guard by another Gale Beast that leapt up, pouncing him and knocking him to the ground.

The Flame Monarch's speed was barely enough to evade artillery shells, and the high temperatures generated by the explosions caused it no harm whatsoever. Meanwhile, the Heaven-Swallowing Marquis possessed exceptionally formidable defense; even when several shells detonated right beside it, they merely left it covered in dust and soot.

Yet the person before him belonged to the Second Elder's faction. Never once had they given him a cold shoulder; more accurately, they were among the very few in the Duan family who had genuinely treated him well.

Watching his fifth and sixth brothers surrounded like the moon among stars, Yan Qiqing let out a cold snort and led his personal guards striding away first.

"This Commander does not know when Lord Shenxiu will return. If you happen to encounter him in the Beihai Commandery city, please pass along a message: this Commander of the Tianbo Mansion will carefully look after this place. As long as I, Lord Wei'an, remain here for a single day, no harm shall come to the Tianbo Mansion."

His voice was so loud that Xu Huang and all the soldiers heard it clearly. They immediately turned around, rushed back, and re-formed their battle formation.

The flaws in Yecheng's defense are known to almost every garrison soldier now. How can you expect me to make them believe that persistence leads to victory?

"About what? You don't know a thing!" Cwike looked unflinchingly at Feikangni, that absolute fool.

Although Zhao Hao possessed his own Great Dao, it could serve as a reference, especially since high-tier immortals were not so easily encountered.

Zhang Shaoxun's parents were half-doubting, knowing that Ye Qing must be hiding something from them, but confident that Ye Qing would never harm Zhang Shaoxun, they dropped the inquiry. Putting on reassuring expressions, they each returned to their own chores.

"It sounds like you're trying to get rid of me, Uncle Lei," Rusty said to Red, his expression already growing dark.

After all, Yang Dachui was an old veteran who had previously followed him. Following the conclusion of the battle for Lingschuan County, because of a gunshot wound he sustained, he had been assigned to Yangjia Mountain to garrison and safeguard his homeland.

Disregarding the smoke and dust, Zhang Shaoxun charged straight into it, blindly feeling around every corner of the secret chamber amidst the haze. Finally, his hands brushed against the very object he had been searching for—an exquisite sandalwood box.

Meanwhile, Liu Meiquan had begun notifying the villagers back home, urging every household to tidy up and clean the village's sanitation.

Exchanging greetings, Lee Gi-kwang walked over to Bai Ma-jun. Looking at the younger brother who was taller than himself, he felt a surge of genuine joy. They hadn't seen each other in a long time; as passionate brothers, once their music promotions ended, they had lost touch.

In the rear, one might not feel much of the wartime atmosphere, but the moment Tang Yuan brought Bellerive to the front lines, the heavy aura of the battlefield became palpable.

Hearing this, Tang Yuan thought to himself: well, as expected, I really must have been picked up off the street—though the manner of his arrival was absurd enough, suddenly materializing in the back seat of his family's car... Should he go back and ask the old man? If they still hadn't changed cars, perhaps he could even return to that back seat and reminisce about the exact spot where he was born.

"Elder Pang, how much do you know about that Summoner with the Lionheart Heaven-Shattering Hammer divine weapon body, and the Summoner organization behind him?" Xuan Yuan asked.