Chapter 28

At some point, a golden simian shadow had enveloped Jun Yan. With the sweeping motion of his hands, thick, powerful ape arms rose to meet the cross-shaped blood flames, intercepting them exactly ten meters in front of him.

The sudden appearance of the burly man drew the gaze of everyone in the tavern, and this "everyone" naturally included Jun Yan and his companions.

Although the afternoon's activities had been ruined, knowing her friend's personality, she knew she would never be at ease if she didn't see her.

Li Kui opened his eyes, holding a seven-jointed purple thunder bamboo that radiated crackling arcs of lightning. Possessing a single lightning spirit root, he felt the bamboo in his hand hum with a sense of intimacy and fawning devotion.

The townspeople, witnessing these events, understood that something significant was unfolding; they vacated the main thoroughfare, choosing not to walk along it.

As someone whose "whereabouts were always a mystery," Seriya Yunkawa was clearly a frequent topic of discussion among the common educators.

Despite the existence of Emperor Xian of Han, Liu Qi was determined to declare himself king, and no amount of dissent would sway him. After all, the Han regime was now a mere shell, and no warlord would heed an imperial decree unless it served their own interests.

"Wow, a senior you would call a master must be truly incredible, right?" Upon hearing this, Tao Yueyao could not help but be astonished.

With a thunderous bang, the kitchen door was suddenly kicked off its hinges by sheer force. A man charged in, radiating murderous intent. He grabbed Old Man Wan by the collar, hoisted him up, and slammed him against the floor. The old wretch crashed down like a dead dog, his brittle bones seemingly shattering on impact; he rolled his eyes back and fell unconscious.

These shadows were fine for scaring people, but as weapons, they were far too inadequate. Because they were ethereal, existing only within the world of the orb, they possessed no capacity to inflict harm in Gu Qing's world.

A few minutes later, the fragrance gradually faded, and the crowd began to move sluggishly. Before long, one after another, they collapsed onto the stage.

An extraordinarily terrifying aura descended from one side. The towering and ferocious Silver-Winged Tiger transformed into a high-speed meteor, carrying the destructive power to shatter eternity, and slammed violently into the formation's barrier.

Ye Tianxun sped along, heading straight for the heart of the demon territory. Since he had obtained the ice coffin, it was only natural to return it to the demon clan.

The moment the voice fell, several school guards led by Hu Kanshan rushed in. The scene was remarkably similar to the day before; it was clear they had been waiting outside for some time.

This battle felt like a sure victory, and the morale of the human camp soared, launching a fierce assault.

At the same time, a grey-robed elder appeared above the Ye estate. It was Fang Mu, the commander of the Seventh Army.

A voice tinged with a hint of mockery drifted from afar, growing closer. Before long, an elder with a full head of white hair but a ruddy complexion landed before the Bai Gu group as if he were walking on air.

Another man appeared somewhat honest and simple, with thick eyebrows and a face like a Buddha; he stood to the side, only able to offer a foolish grin.

"Heh, Mother, don't worry. We will soon fight our way back to Beijing, and when that day comes, you will surely lead a good life," the son said with firm conviction.

It was he who had dragged her into his world, yet now he was the cause of her suffering, the pain of not being able to see him each day.

If the barbarians did not come, that would be for the best. But if they did, this configuration would maximize the combat effectiveness of the nearly eight thousand troops stationed in Shanling Town. In particular, the heavy crossbows in the hands of the marksmen were the most potent weapons for slaying the barbarians.

"What are you doing? Meiya! Why didn't you chop off his head with your sword? Why are you keeping him? Really!" another girl from the Seven-Colored Workshop following behind complained loudly to the big-eyed girl in front.

I stood there, tears falling incessantly. I could not bring myself to touch her, so I could only sit by her side, watching her quietly, calling her name over and over again.

"Damn it! A bunch of jinxes! Don't let me see you people again! Otherwise, I'll learn that 'Crimson Blood Divine Sealing Talisman' and sink you all to the bottom of the Lake of the Three Realms!" Wan Deng grumbled, cursing under his breath.

"Don't worry, Boss! We understand!" Flaming Thunder glared at the rolling black mist ahead, saying excitedly.

A so-called battle formation is a tactic that relies on the combination of human strength to push an army's combat power to the limit. Because it incorporates the principles of Xuanmen formations, its power is by no means as simple as one plus one plus one.

In the span of a single cup of tea, seven more disciples of the Sword Fortress became corpses that would never speak again.

This was the difference between full-load transport and dedicated lines, a conclusion Lin Cheng had reached after half a month of studying the Yan-Wei freight market. However, as a stranger in Yan-Wei City, Lin Cheng lacked the conditions to collect less-than-truckload freight, and thus could not engage in this potentially lucrative business.

A brand-new Golden Cup van screeched to a halt in front of us. We squeezed in one by one, and once everyone was aboard, the vehicle slowly moved forward. Brother Jun, sitting in the passenger seat, hummed a tune incessantly.

However, Ming Qi was also in peak condition. The battle with Bai Shan'er had consumed virtually nothing, but to defeat Yan Yi'an, he would likely have to reveal his true skills—after all, Yan Yi'an's divine talismans were too powerful, and heaven only knew what he might throw next.

Listening to Wang Zhipeng's explanation, the confusion on the faces of the staff officers and generals slowly vanished, replaced by an expression of shame.