Volume One, Chapter 75: Qin Bao Takes Action, Slays Li Hu!

A team stormed directly into the company in Longbao City, dealing with Liu Jie and Wu Junyong—the former died on the spot, and despite attempts to save him, Wu Junyong could not be revived.

“You know, humanity needs an outlet to release the darkness accumulated over endless ages. The previous Great Calamity was stopped by you all; humanity was taken in by Xuanyuan, but Xuanyuan himself was both ruthless and cunning, and you were dissatisfied. Then came Zhuanxu, who tried to sever all ties with the world, and your resentment only deepened.

They were profoundly puzzled, wondering what could have driven the youth into such a fragile and helpless state.

Now, the opponent was on their turf; no matter how long Heaven’s reach, it couldn’t extend here. As for the so-called treasures, as long as there was a chance to intervene, they could step in to sabotage or disrupt—perhaps it was not an impossible thing to try?

Should they refuse the invitation of the county magistrate of Jing County and leave directly, or accept the invitation and follow the constable to the county office?

No wonder he had felt short of breath and pressure in his chest just now, without knowing the reason.

Coincidentally, the elder next door had a ladder. After a few polite exchanges, he borrowed the ladder and returned home, the old man tagging along out of concern.

Both items were about as valuable as a legendary weapon, treasures that ordinary martial artists at the foot of the mountain could only dream of.

In a dream, Du Heng learned what Du Bingyun and Lin Qinghe had talked about while he was unconscious outside the Pure Yang Monastery.

“I don't want to, besides, they are just servants—no matter how much power they wield, they cannot defy their master's will.” Hongyu spoke bluntly, then fell silent.

“I've killed people like you so many times I’ve lost count on both hands. What, do you want to try me?” As the vital energy condensed, this hastily assembled team needed Lu Fan to show his stance and prove his worth. Seeing Lin Dong approach on his own, Lu Fan’s eyes flashed.

After a brief rest, Bai Ze and Taotie took the opportunity to recount to He Xi everything that had just occurred.

Long Yun had many medicinal pills for healing wounds and could easily distribute some among these people.

Tian Wa endured a brutal beating—his skin split open, blood pouring—but he clenched his teeth and swore never to hand over the precious pearl. The pearl was a gift from his beloved, and he would rather die than let it fall into evil hands. For three days he was tortured, fainting repeatedly, only to be revived each time with cold water. Though he hovered between life and death, Gong Chu gained nothing.

Within the space were many large clay jars—perhaps a thousand in total—though their contents were unknown.

As soon as Bai Jingjing and Chun Sanshin saw the Bull Demon King struck by a single blow, his fate uncertain, they immediately gave up entangling themselves with Xuan Lingyang, Wang Longjian, and the others, and simply fled.

Upon arriving at the market, the accountant alighted, selected goods, paid, and called out to Sanduo to load the purchases. Unexpectedly, Black Nose did not answer. Looking around, he was nowhere to be seen. The accountant searched anxiously, calling loudly through the market, but Sanduo was nowhere to be found.

“Heh, summer, snow.” The man laughed inexplicably, his lips forming the shape of two syllables; blood seeped from the corners of his mouth, and as his twisted grin lingered, his body suddenly dissolved into black mist and vanished from the office.

Jiang Yin knew that Xiu had no intention of lingering here; he was merely biding his time, waiting for the real Liu Bei to return so he could go back to being an Ironclad Guard. So he said no more and turned to ask Guan Yu.

Hearing the audience’s banter, Jiang Rong glared fiercely at Zhang Wanda, clutching his chest and pretending to collapse as if shot—this only made the audience laugh harder.

It was truly a case of tigers at the front door and wolves within. The King of Joseon had not yet realized that even if the Ming army was defeated and withdrew, the threat to his kingdom was not over. The Japanese bandits, whom they had invited in themselves, were just as predatory as the Ming—perhaps even more eager to destroy Joseon and fatten themselves on its spoils.

Hao Tian was also surprised; he found that Nangong Yan’s cultivation technique was exceedingly strange, bearing uncanny similarities to Li Mingquan's demonic arts.

However, Mu Rongshan said, “That’s not necessary, Master Secretary, if you could just...” He wanted to say “procure a prostitute” but couldn’t bring himself to utter the words.

The immense aura radiating from Frieza blew away the clouds in the sky, and the entire planet trembled under his power.

Just as Wang Feng and Xie Qi caught sight of them and had no time to react, Yang Qiang spoke up with a smile.

“You have already received the cultivation method. For these three days, practice on your own. Make the most of your last three days!” Steward Feng cast a seemingly casual glance at Xu Ruogu before vanishing.

As for the Berserk Blade that cleaves the sky, he had heard of it—it was a combat technique of the Earth rank that had disappeared for hundreds of years. Not even he possessed such a formidable skill.

“Save your tricks! No one will fall into your trap!” Chu Yixian’s expression changed slightly.

Upon further reflection, Hu Thirty-Seven was astonished to realize that he was already a lieutenant—a reward for his desperate efforts. Among peers of his age, most would salute him respectfully; he had reached the pinnacle for someone his age.

Zhang Xian was hesitant; this had been his main worry for the past two days—how the live performance would turn out, since only he and Zheng Yuanchun had heard the current version. Perhaps it was better to try it out here first?

The western campaign was going smoother than ever. Li Ji, worthy descendant of Duke Wei Li Jing and the greatest general of the Tang Dynasty, led his army to victory wherever they went. Numerous western tribes surrendered, the Western Turks suffered defeat after defeat, and the Western Regions seemed destined to fall once more under Tang rule.