Chapter 45

"Xiao'er, where have you been? I thought you... Do you know how worried I have been about you?" Xiao Qi said somewhat incoherently. Ling Xiao'er, held in his embrace, wept while nodding vigorously.

"I know. You have many questions you want to ask me now," a calm voice came from behind a moment later.

"Engage the enemy! Engage the enemy!" someone shouted among the Wu troops. The soldiers fell into a panic; having just been engaged in heavy labor, they had laid down their weapons. Finding them suddenly proved quite troublesome, and even when they managed to retrieve their weapons, they could no longer locate their respective squads in the chaos.

Having lost Xiao Qi at Shahu Ridge, and with Long Huahua absent from the Imperial City, the organization he belonged to had not questioned Modi. Modi had even felt somewhat fortunate about this.

"What did you say? Hehe... It tickles." Leng Xuanye's breath brushed against Yu Mo's most sensitive neck. She couldn't help but struggle to sit up, but Leng Xuanye had no intention of letting her go.

Xianyu Fu shook his head: "Never seen him! But I heard he has some ties with Liu Pan. Could it be arranged by Liu Pan?"

Xu Huang pointed his great axe forward, and the Youzhou soldiers roared as they charged toward the city wall. The giant boulders from the catapults heavily smashed into the ramparts, kicking up massive clouds of dirt and rubble, mixed with scurrying mice and rabbits. The defending troops scrambled for cover, some throwing themselves flat into hiding spots and not even daring to look outward.

At this moment, Gao Zijian remained silent, lost in contemplation. His mind was somewhat chaotic. He raised his head to look at the veteran policeman, then lowered it again.

Da Jun said doubtfully, "No way. I'll go outside and take a look." With that, he too ran out of the arcade.

The grease and bruises made Dadumo's expression look even more disheveled. Kneeling on the ground, Dadumo cried out in terror, "Spare me."

At this moment, Fairy Youlan had completely lost her previous cold and aloof demeanor. Her spiritual power was entirely drained, her cultivation sealed, and she was held tightly in Qin Yue's arms.

Currently, all core members of the Immortal Martial Hall practiced this set of cultivation techniques. If one could cultivate the Everlasting Art to perfection, not only would their power become unimaginably profound, but it would also extend their lifespan by ten zodiac cycles (sixty years each). Combined with their original years, they could live for nearly eight hundred years.

His time was running out. Once Hanjiang completed the integration of these skeletons, he and his army would truly be buried here this time.

Fortunately, although the Sea Emperor Beasts were absolute tumors in the ocean, their essence leaned more toward sea beasts. They possessed no gear and relied mostly on their innate talents and powerful foundational attributes for combat.

These two were also sisters, one named Chunhua and the other named Chunye. Unlike others who felt happy just by suppressing Zhao Di and the others, they were happy as long as either side suffered a loss, and mutual destruction was the best outcome possible.

Within the spatial realm, free from the constraint of gravity, she merely repeated the actions of bending down to shovel dirt and standing up to dump it. Even though the things in her hands had no weight, she was already exhausted to the bone. Were it not for the immensely alluring prospect driving her forward, she might not have been able to endure it.

"Trying to change the subject? Let me tell you, you won't escape tonight. Even if Xiaoxiao comes over, it won't save you!" Su Qing said with a light chuckle.

Could it be that her consciousness had truly crossed over a thousand kilometers to reach Luoshui? How was it achieved? Was it because of the mist here? Since she could reach Luoshui, could she also see the sights of other places from here?

It's just growing a few more hairs... But we feel it is highly likely that another tail will grow, and cat ears are also possible, ugh... Stop! I mustn't think about it anymore. Any further thought will lead to bizarre imagery.

The Phoenix-Tail Flower lived up to its name, as charming as the tail feathers of an ancient phoenix. Its unfurling petals seemed to shimmer with seven-colored light, dazzlingly beautiful. The other plant, the Emerald-Hook Leaf, was different. Aside from being entirely emerald green, it appeared utterly unremarkable. Yet, it was the finest neutralizing agent for the Phoenix-Tail Flower.

Singed had already built tank items, and combined with the effects of the Rylai's Crystal Scepter and Rod of Ages, he was not only tanky but also dealt considerable damage.

With that, he stuck out his crimson tongue and licked his lips. The next instant, his figure surged forward like a gale, every step he took causing a minor tremor in the earth.

"What's wrong?" Seeing Hinata staring blankly at him, Yui asked curiously. Hinata snapped out of it and hurriedly said it was nothing. A guess was only a guess and shouldn't be casually spoken aloud; besides, she disliked speaking ill of others behind their backs and preferred to leave everything to time.

Chen Wuyan's current state somewhat resembled Li Shiqi's past self—back then, Li Shiqi was also a rookie who simply imitated the masters.

Things had reached this point, and the Grand Emperor's fortune was exhausted. Most of them were not loyal to the Grand Emperor alone, but rather to the Li Dynasty. Since the person sitting on the dragon throne was still a descendant of the Li family—the designated successor personally chosen by the Grand Emperor—there was nothing more to be said.

"Wu Min, how can this matter be blamed on us? The situation on the battlefield changes in the blink of an eye, and it's simply impossible for us to keep abreast of everything at all moments," Wan Er said with a helpless expression.

Outside the cave mouth, although the purple flying knife's power had diminished greatly compared to before, it still retained residual force.

The children had to remain in the palace, and His Majesty was still young. If he were to take a concubine or even install a new empress in the future, would they treat her children kindly?

Trying for a low-health counter-kill? Weren't they just playing themselves to death now? Their fingers began to itch with eagerness, and vocabulary for verbal abuse rapidly gathered in their minds. The moment the low-health Olaf fell, they were going to tear Wang Kai apart with insults.

One must know that although Yin Chi's expression was grim and gloomy, at his core, he could not shed the brutality of a fire cultivator. That restless temperament could be ignited at any moment by a single spark, spiraling completely out of control.

Ming Fu'er shook her head vigorously to cast aside those trivial and chaotic thoughts. Holding her breath and calming her mind, she circulated the profound arts within her body and began to cultivate. At this moment, she did not dare to sink into a deep trance, keeping a close eye on everything happening outside.

*Sizzling~ Sizzling~* Although both of them were protected by spiritual energy shields, their garments were still torn to shreds by the immense shockwave, their upper-body clothing scattering into the surroundings like snowflakes.

Seeing Yu Jin once more arraying his troops ahead, Luomu could not help but sigh: "Zhao Shu's strategy is vicious, leaving us no chance to turn the tables." Turning to the soldiers, he said: "If all troops do not fight to the death, we shall be buried in a foreign land." Escorting Gao Ping, he charged forward. The Wu soldiers vied to be the first, all wishing to return alive to Jiangdong.

While these two cared about her safety, they undoubtedly cared even more about what would happen to the remnants of the South China Sect and Ziyun Mountain Villa—those not yet purged by her—if Xiao Yushui were to fall.