Chapter 119: The Peerless Saber
Ning Hongwu stepped outside and swept his gaze around. His eyes met those of the bandit chieftain across the distance, and the air around them seemed to grow colder…
When Liu Shen emerged, he pulled free the goose-wing saber that had pinned the bandit’s corpse to the wooden stake. Without the blade to support it, the corpse crumpled to the ground.
His five senses were sharper than those of ordinary men. As he drew the saber, he felt a chill creep across his back, every hair standing on end, as though he were being watched by a venomous snake…
The sensation vanished as quickly as it had come…
“We were merely curious. How did you recognize us, sir?” Zhan Bai hurriedly steered the conversation elsewhere.
I froze for no more than a second before drawing the pistol and releasing the safety. What a bold move.
Although the Lord of Wanlong City appeared to have aged considerably, his eyes were still extraordinarily keen. Before him, the Arrow God looked rather helpless.
“Han Tian’s gaze was strange just now. He’s deeply wary of us.” Lin Xue suddenly spoke, her eyes still fixed on the yurt into which the figures had disappeared. Firelight flickered within, revealing several indistinct silhouettes.
At that moment, he was both terrified of Ye Mo and consumed by rage. His reason had already reached the brink of collapse.
The rope descended into the water coil by coil as everyone held their breath and waited. Their chance of getting out depended on this one attempt. After roughly a minute and a half, no more rope was lowered. A quick estimate showed that about twenty meters still remained on shore.
Xie Anbo stayed beside Xu Anhao until dawn. When the eastern sky brightened like a fish’s pale belly and the view beyond the corridor windows grew clearer, the two people who had sat in their chairs all night let out a quiet sigh at the same time.
“Overlord of the Abyss, I have no idea what arrangement you are referring to. I merely stumbled upon it by accident.” Ye Mo neither bowed nor grew overbearing.
“I’ll go have a cigarette first. If anything happens, call me anytime!” Xie Anbo said as he waved his phone, his gaze lingering on Xu Anhao for a moment.
“What an interesting fellow!” Ling Feng exhaled, then headed toward Sacred Snow Mountain as well.
The tenacious garrison of Constantinople, having exhausted its supply of arrows, had no choice but to crouch beneath their shields at the foot of the walls and gather arrows to replenish the archers who were struggling to hold the battlements. Yet more and more enemies were surging onto the walls.
Because of this, Mina and Qingqing had both called to express their concern. Strictly speaking, almost no one knew anything about An Ruchu’s background. Even her two close friends had merely guessed at it and had never confirmed their suspicions. Now that Bai Manman had exposed this explosive secret, everyone was deeply worried.
Although the Ancient Heavenly Dragon had left behind many contingencies and dealt the Soul-Controlling Demon Ancestor a grievous blow before his death, once the demon ancestor broke free of his seal, his cultivation recovered with astonishing speed despite the constant suppression of the Heavenly Dao—far exceeding Xiaoyao’s expectations.
He was still hiding in the secret realm, clinging to life with the aid of countless precious pills, with not the slightest sign of improvement.
The Fullmoon Dragon raised his proud head and stared at the whiteness rising all around him. Then he frowned, realizing that matters were not unfolding as he had imagined.
When Ling Yebing saw that Qian Yiyun still showed no reaction after such a long while, and felt Tan Qiuyu’s gaze growing colder and colder, he shuddered. With considerable force, he pressed down the hand with which Qian Yiyun was holding the blade against Mo Xuan’s neck.
League of Legends is a team game. What matters most in a team game? The team’s execution and its coordination! Without a mind capable of giving commands, no team can operate in an orderly manner.
However, this news did not merely shock the various countries; even the Five Great Clans were profoundly shaken.
“How are we, the Buliugu tribe, any different?” Buliugu Guxia’s expression tightened as he drew a deep breath.
Spiritual Sight was a strange ability that had appeared for no apparent reason. It was likely an effect of the Mirror-Moon Breathing Method. The technique resonated with the spiritual root of the Thousand Realms Tree, and through the reaction between the two, Ye Kong awakened the state of Spiritual Sight.
However, Xiahou Dun’s single remark was like poking a hornet’s nest. The common people and merchants living in Yanzhou had all benefited from Xue Rengui’s new policies. How could they tolerate anyone speaking ill of him? Even if the offender had been Xue Rengui’s own father, they would still have argued with him.