Chapter 108: A Vicious Battle

Hu Yingfei strode out of the hall, mounted his warhorse, and gripped an eighteen-foot-long serpent-headed spear.

"My ladies, farewell!"

He gave a fist-and-palm salute to the Hao sisters, who had seen him to the door. With a squeeze of his legs against his mount, the horse began a rhythmic "clatter, clatter, clatter," charging out of the stockade gate like a whirlwind.

The legion of demon soldiers behind him broke into a run, following closely in a winding line like a giant serpent.

Watching Hu Yingfei ride off, the Hao sisters grew anxious, wondering if the rebel brothers could withstand such an assault. They hurried back into the hall in a panic. Reaching the hiding place of Xu Yaozu and his two companions, they gasped for air and reported where Hu Yingfei had gone.

"It... it... it is bad! It... it is bad..."

"Do you know? Your ancestor was once one of them, known as the Lord of Devouring! It is precisely because he was the Lord of Devouring that you have become his kin," Han Qing revealed a monumental secret, even though Ye Mingdao did not yet fully grasp the significance of the Seven Lords.

If Zhuo Yang were simply attempting to clear the ball, it would not have been difficult. But under such heavy pressure, there was a high probability that any clearance would be deflected by the two defenders into his own goal; no matter which direction he kicked, it was a predicament. It would be a stroke of luck if he avoided an own goal.

"Yes! Thank you, Captain!" He Momiao took the item handed to him by Captain Roy, only to realize it was a business card. Before leaving, he noticed the Captain give him a subtle wink.

A dim, yellowish light slowly permeated the room, which contained nothing but a bed.

"If you truly cannot get away, you could try letting younger sister Xiaoyin accompany me to the island nation," Da Hei said, looking at Ji Ran.

The Rose Sword is a blade of both righteousness and evil; the sword itself represents righteousness, while the scabbard represents evil. The Rose scabbard was originally imbued with eight types of lethal poisons. The current "Mountain of Roses Dyed in Purple Clouds"—the special environment created by the Rose Sword—naturally carries immense toxicity.

He idly scrolled down his social feed from the Guanghan Palace. Finding no valuable information, he prepared to head to the night market to buy some groceries and make a midnight snack; after the exertion with Qianhua earlier, he was indeed a bit hungry.

"Yes... yes!" Seeing that their Dragon King had not yet fallen, the red dragons regained their fighting spirit. Following his instructions and led by the few surviving commanders, they fought desperately to break through the encirclement.

The magnetic forces on the planet were chaotic and violent, filled with all manner of impure energies, making the atmosphere extremely turbid. In contrast, the astral energy in space was pure, cold, and refined. If channeled through the Zhou Tian Star Formation, it could even be used directly to slay enemies, appearing far superior to magnetic force.

Lu An smiled as he grasped the stone with golden veins, sensing the fluctuations of creation gestating within.

As news flooded in from everywhere, He Annian, the largest shareholder of TFT Company, found himself unable to return to the country at this moment.

Pei Zhang could not fathom how Chu Shixia dared to be so audacious. What if she made a mistake and Bai Ziche actually died? He harbored a more terrifying suspicion: that Bai Ziche had joined this ruse of his own volition.

Yinjianxue suddenly left its scabbard, flowing as smoothly as a clear stream. The blade, capable of slicing iron as if it were mud, pressed against Sun Xia's neck. Sun Xia swallowed nervously; the chill of the sword seemed to penetrate his throat and pierce his windpipe.

Lu An strolled leisurely toward the battlefield. No matter how ferocious the enemies were, any who came within ten paces of him had their skulls shattered by a terrifying blast of internal energy.

Mu Cheng could bear it no longer. He turned and walked toward the carriage that had been waiting for some time. Once inside, he lowered the curtain, shutting out the swirling snow.

Regarding the bonds of brotherhood, since he had already done as much as Qiao Jinli had, why should he continue to nitpick over past betrayals?

The next day, both were fast asleep. As the first rays of morning light spilled into the room, an ethereal light suddenly erupted, striking the two sleeping figures.

The Gathering Immortal Tower, as the name suggests, is a restaurant that provides spiritual food for cultivators. Even the cheapest vegetable dish costs one spirit stone, which is equivalent to a month's rent for a low-level cave dwelling in the Chu-Yue Mountains.

In the evening, Mei Ziyan remembered that she had not administered acupuncture to the mute slave for two days. Regardless of his reluctance, she insisted on unbuttoning his collar to apply the needles. His throat should have been mostly healed by now, yet he still could not speak. Perhaps due to the severe trauma to his neck and the stagnation of energy and blood, it could only be treated slowly.