Chapter 127: Revenge
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As mentioned in the previous chapter, Luo Changsheng was delighted when he saw that the provisions had been brought back. After eating and drinking his fill, he fell asleep, snoring thunderously.
Who could have expected that, in the middle of the night, a cry would suddenly ring throughout the camp?
“Fire! Fire!”
The shouting jolted him awake!
Sensing that something was wrong, he demanded to know where the fire had started.
One of his men replied, “The provisions camp is ablaze! The entire army has gone to put it out!”
Those words left Luo Changsheng stunned.
He quickly recovered, hurriedly dressed, rushed out of his tent, and headed straight for the provisions camp.
From afar, he saw flames soaring into the heavens, painting half the sky crimson!
When he reached the scene, the fire was crackling violently and radiating such intense heat that no one could get close.
Water carts, buckets, ...
Just as expected, everyone dug up the royal seal from the courtyard well. Zhao Hui was overjoyed and immediately read his father’s final decree before the assembled crowd, thereby inheriting the throne.
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“Brother Xu, I wish you success! Luo Feng and I will be cheering you on from behind. Whatever you do, don’t get yourself hurt!” Wu Hen said, his face filled with excitement as he looked at Xu Tian.
“Here, Young Master. What are your orders?” A sturdy guard stepped out of formation, knelt on one knee, and spoke.
“Surely not. A low-level Saint Sovereign killing a low-level Heavenly Emperor? Are you joking?” Someone nearby was unconvinced and immediately voiced his objection.
The Third Prince, Nan Zifeng, was merely the son of one of the emperor’s favored consorts. He was useless, utterly uneducated, and an incorrigible playboy who spent his days flirting with women in the pleasure houses. He had infuriated the emperor to no end. The emperor had summoned Nan Zifeng several times to lecture him, yet he remained unchanged. In the end, the emperor simply gave up on him and no longer held out any hope for him.
“You’re alive! That’s wonderful! But how did you get here?” the three of them asked simultaneously once again, then embraced one another tightly.
Wu Zhenyan folded her arms, her face full of disdain, though a faint, almost imperceptible trace of jealousy was concealed in her tone.
Regardless, Long Xinglin would never stand by and do nothing. After all, whether they were wearing the uniforms of the Qianhuang Spirit Academy or not, whoever they were, they were still students of the Qianhuang Spirit Academy.
The terrifying aura of the Soul Severer seemed to linger in the depths of her heart. Even after the pain had faded, Binglan could only slump helplessly on the ground.
“Fu Ling, where are we?” she asked between ragged breaths.
After this senior sister’s reminder, the several other senior sisters who had been traveling with Linghuang Xian suddenly recalled what had happened earlier. Long Xinglin had ignored Linghuang Xian completely. Could that have been some kind of hint?
With his eyes closed, Zhang Jing swallowed the bowl of deer blood. At once, it felt as though a ball of warm fire had begun burning in his stomach. Presumably, the deer blood was simply too fiery in nature, heating his entire digestive tract.
Hearing this, Qian Baobao shuddered from head to toe, and her favorable impression of the beastfolk fell considerably.
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“Clang!”
At that moment, however, a long sword wreathed in shimmering light appeared before Rod and blocked the child’s deadly strike.
The old woman still wore Grandmaster Hongfa’s appearance. Knowing how formidable Zhang Tianci was, she did not dare engage him in battle and turned to flee.
Qin Xue was only now thinking of keeping a low profile, but it was already too late. She had long since become the subject of public discussion.
Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling stared at the ledger as though it were a red-hot potato. After a moment, however, they still accepted the ledger of the Dongming Sect and repeatedly expressed their thanks.
Since the Spirit Witch Cave already contained the complete Spirit Witch Heart Sutra, why had Father gone to such lengths and expended so much effort to construct an identical Spirit Witch Cave and recreate the Spirit Witch Heart Sutra?
Although Rod was lying in his bedroom with his eyes closed, seemingly asleep, he was not sleeping at all. His thoughts remained focused on the situation within the Lord God’s Dimension.
Moreover, just as he tried shutting off his phone and refusing to answer any calls, gruesome photographs of severed hands and feet were shoved through the doorway.
When our paths diverge, we can no longer work together. At worst, he could go find Madara—no, Black Zetsu. He felt that Black Zetsu would make an excellent partner. That fellow was a lunatic too. In fact, many people in Naruto had something wrong with their heads. Black Zetsu, for instance, was the archetypal case of an extreme mother fixation.
This conclusion sparked an even broader dispute. During the argument, many of the observing wise men realized that Frostwing’s theory of social classes was astonishingly accurate. Those with feudal aristocratic backgrounds, as well as those belonging to the theocratic class, all loathed Frostwing’s theory with a passion.
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