Chapter 88: A Sudden Incident
“You still have a bit of martial virtue left,” Ye Cheng nodded and said with a smile.
At this moment, Ye Cheng realized that the Whirlwind Blade Wu Gang before him was quite unlike the third brother, Shadowless Hand. The Shadowless Hand had attacked without so much as a greeting, while Wu Gang had actually allowed him to choose a weapon. This kind of behavior truly suggested some training from a proper sect. Judging by this...
If that were really the case, then the likelihood of his suspicion being correct had just increased a little more. Thinking of this, a faint smile crept onto Conan’s lips.
In an instant, Fan Zaoni’s eyes widened, and her expression froze on her face.
“This city’s position is excellent—it really is easy to defend and hard to attack,” Jing Cui murmured as she gazed at the city not far off. Her voice was soft, yet remarkably clear. Hearing it, everyone paused and exchanged glances, but no one could figure out who had spoken.
What was supposed to be an interview with left-behind children had, before anyone realized, become a special feature. Evidently, the singleton Zhuo Wei was using every ounce of strength just to impress women. Xie Siqi glanced at Han Dong in confusion, and Han Dong gave her a barely perceptible nod.
Xiao Qilin, Ou Jinsheng, Shen Tianling, and the other young scions of Beijing wore broad grins, itching to pop open champagne in celebration.
The moonlight was cool. Zhao Xi glanced at the silhouette of Zhou Zhao’s departing carriage, then turned and entered the residence.
Though he was a generation’s Demon Lord, known for his ruthlessness and mercurial temperament, such a figure could no longer be described simply as good or evil.
Above their heads, at the original exit of the white corridor, streams of white mist surged upward toward the sky above the pit.
Looking around, apart from the floating stone statues, there was nothing else of particular note.
He’d been excited for nothing, thinking he’d met a kindred spirit, only to realize that what the other called racing was something else entirely.
It was a matter of life and death, after all, yet after his junior said that Absolute No-God’s lightness skill was no better than his own, why did the atmosphere suddenly feel so relaxed, even as if a weight had lifted?
Previously, any Survey Corps expedition beyond the walls had always been a major event that gripped the public’s attention.
“Here. Ha! Let’s see what you do now, Wayne.” Unaffected by Walker’s booming voice, Brian made his move and burst out laughing with pride.
“Thank you, Father Emperor! I can handle the money. If there’s nothing else, may I take my leave?” Li Chengqian said joyfully, bowing.
If Zhang Fugui and the others stubbornly held out, it was hard to say how much effort would be needed to secure final victory, and during that time, the greatest variable remained Arthas.
With their meager forces, they couldn’t even make a dent in Xue Yantuo’s defenses—survival was a problem, let alone victory.
Nero did not have any particular fondness for cake; his only pursuit was for things of splendor. In his lifetime, he had been called a tyrant of extravagant excess. Though some of this was slander, there was truth within it.
Even as a hostage, it was simply infuriating to see the other act with such bleak indifference.
The reason was that Mrs. Mo returned home with two handprints on her cheeks. Word spread from the Mo family matriarch’s abuse of her daughter-in-law, flying from their village all the way to Liu Family Fort.
A duel between a man and a dragon was never meant to end with a simple gesture—it was a fight to the death. There was no reason to wait until both reached their peak to begin.
Pharos had not fought with his full strength, nor did he need to. He merely wished to make his stance clear—to silence Obek.
For someone who was barely noticed, trying to prove this to others was truly heartbreaking.
He had never seen such a scene before. His face flushed red with embarrassment; he dared not lower his head, nor raise it.