Volume 1, Chapter 26: The Capture of Xiao Aoyu

“Get out of our way immediately, or he dies!” Lin Che threatened, then turned to Wang Zhounian, “Make them leave!”

“You bastard, let me go, or you’re dead!” Wang Zhounian remained still, lifting his neck defiantly, teeth clenched.

“Then let’s see who dies first!” Lin Che tightened his grip.

Wang Zhounian was startled!

“Lord Wang!”

“Clear the way!” Lin Che commanded again.

Wang Zhounian didn’t want to listen, but faced with his life in the hands of this reckless youth, he reluctantly yielded.

“Everyone, step aside!”

The county guards hesitated, unsure whether to obey, and no one moved.

Lin Che applied more force; blood began to flow from Wang Zhounian’s neck.

Wang Zhounian was...

Han Yong, however, was entirely different. Just turned twenty, brash and bold, he was a young commander personally promoted by Zhou Xian. Though recently defeated and fled, his fighting spirit remained undiminished. To vent his frustration, he launched repeated attacks on the Qing forces, even more than Gao Jinsong.

He was about to toss the crocodile beast’s corpse into a space pocket when he suddenly noticed something odd about a patch of scales on its belly—a teal-brown color, completely unlike the other white scales.

Still with no results, I disregarded the stains on my hands and pulled out a cigarette from my pocket, handing one to each person. Clenching the cigarette in my mouth, I frowned as I scanned the buildings before me.

Not far from Ye Feng’s position, Nie Shu was cloaked by his spirit formation, arranging his own array. Suddenly sensing a destructive power, he cursed under his breath.

I smiled lightly, bypassing Er Pang and the others, approaching the blond-haired group. I shook the white cloth in my hand and wiped the heads of the nine people on the ground one by one.

When I arrived at Qingxiao Courtyard, the main hall was still lit. Tuoba Shen took the pearl box from Lu Guang’s hand, dismissed Lu Guang to dinner, and went into the hall alone. Inside, he saw Noble Consort Cao seated in the center, with Ahe standing nearby, her expression serious, clearly waiting for him.

Back in the NCAA, he could rely on his top-tier shooting speed for a second jump to interfere, but here in the NBA, there was no chance for a do-over.

Why was Li Fu always able to foresee and point out the empire’s path, guiding its smooth development?

Only Chang Hengge was pondering how Xu Ruofei might kill Meng Huo. If he knew Xu Ruofei never intended to kill Meng Huo but to trick him into giving up his equipment, he wouldn’t think that way. He might even do all he could to stop Xu Ruofei.

Outside, a torrential downpour rattled the ground like a rapid drumbeat, unsettling anyone who heard it.

Zhou Zekai groggily woke from bed, feeling sore all over from the hard wooden board beneath him. The quilt emitted an indescribable odor, causing him to furrow his brows.

Now, though this young sage ruler was not of the imperial bloodline, he had never disappointed them. Without Qiye, the four sages of the Demon Palace didn’t know whom to serve or follow—they had grown used to loyalty.

Thus, he stepped forward to assist Yang Xuran, Lu Hong struck a deadly blow to the Eastern Palace, and he resolved that the February Second battle was a must-win.

Held in someone's arms, Zhou Zekai looked up into Zhou Hongyi’s slightly reddened eyes and veins bulging on his neck. His heart softened entirely—he knew that no matter what, parents were always a source of support.

Xu Wen’s first reaction was to curse Zheng Kuang for risking a worthless thing as a bet. But then a spark of inspiration came. After closing his eyes for a long time, Xu Wen finally realized that this ten-thousand-refined divine steel sword was perfect for his external embodiment.

At that moment, Hua naturally guided the boat to the shore, inviting everyone to disembark first. Then she followed and secured the treasure ship.

“I am the head of the Shadows. Every Shadow’s movements are under my surveillance. You are a member of the Shadows, so you are also monitored by me.”

“Then let him blame you, this shameless and despicable father!” He Manzi laughed loudly and entered the stairwell.

Between the sea fjords, a black-curtained boat slowly sailed out. The immortal ship was shrouded in a faint white glow, gliding steadily over the rippling waves.

“How about this: I find a fine man to marry you off?” Ruolan’s tone was condescending, sending a chill down Mo Xuan’s spine.

Master Lin was someone who couldn’t be touched or dared to be touched, lest it cause too much trouble. But those below who were stirring up trouble, though not necessarily acting, at least had to be identified. After all, no one could predict if one day they might come seeking help.

“Just like I said, even in hospitals, CT and MRI scans have different prices.”

Su Mei’s face remained anxious, as if certain that Consort Li was already dead, and her expression suspicious.

At that moment, the commander took out a box. After a series of operations, a virtual projection of a person appeared—this was the commander’s direct superior.

At the same time, his impression of his father was completely renewed: his father was not only skilled in warfare but also adept at scheming.

Yue Chuqing shouted loudly, leapt forward, and slashed with a blade that seemed almost full force, as if determined to risk everything.

Nangong Tian watched her turn her head and decided not to tease Jiang Xinyu anymore. Losing control of the situation would be unwise.

Mu Jinfeng had been gone for over a month, yet Yuhua remained the same—still vibrant, running her antique shop as usual, still playfully teasing me, as if nothing had happened. Only her once loose long hair was now tied into a bun, adorned daily with a butterfly hairpin.

Though limited, this imagination was astonishing—at least in some respects, Zou Yan had grasped the right direction.

Not to mention the branches, even many of the main line had broken away. Now the Xiao family barely numbered over a hundred.

“Wait, why won’t you let me help you? Do you really want to leave Wen Qiyan?” Xi Zhenglin asked seriously, grabbing Lin Xinyao as she tried to leave.

“It really has nothing to do with you. I know you meant well, but I feel sorry for dragging you into this for no reason!” An Luo Chu hurriedly said.

There were hardly any pedestrians on the street, only dim streetlights casting a unique loneliness.

Cang Lei struggled underground—this land’s density was terrifying. Energy continuously released from his dantian, thick death energy steadily accumulating here.

“Luo Chu, rest first. Get some rest before we talk.” Gu Yangguang hurriedly said, then slumped his head and walked out. Gu Yangchen followed expressionlessly.

The ground continued to tremble unceasingly; everyone’s hearts quickly tightened. None could understand this ant tide. Maybe they were just unlucky?