Volume One, Chapter 95: Protecting the Man

As soon as the other man left, Su Ningxia hurriedly drafted the contract and first had him put down a small deposit before handing over the apples. She then took the money straight back to Ye Shenghong, leaving the village chief to decide how it should be divided among everyone.

"Whether we’re allowed in is not something you few get to decide!" the broad-shouldered man said, resting his axe on his shoulder as he looked down at the group led by Lin Zangtian.

At once, all three of Mr. K's attacks were defused one by one by the sinister, transformed Xu Liang, each lethal strike neatly broken. Meanwhile, the ancient longsword that K so relied upon was now flashing with green light, trading blow after blow with the crystal-red sword that flickered in and out with Xu Liang's afterimages.

"Fei'er, Bao'er, ever since you followed me, you have worried yourselves sick for my sake every single day. That old immortal Jin Yuhe—I will kill him sooner or later. The position of sect master should have been mine to sit in," Shen Peng said darkly, staring at the array outside the window, which remained intact.

Jinyu: Just follow your instincts. If you bring a magnifying glass, mistakes can be avoided. The inspection guide and the exam precautions in your hand are all written out clearly. It's a pity I can't see any of it, just like a blind man groping at an elephant.

The two thuds that struck the ground came from that most conspicuous curtain of crimson light. Then, atop the curtain, there immediately stood two burly men, each wearing a mask that revealed a pair of scarlet, feral eyes.

Bing turned his head to look at him in confusion. Yin calmly took a jade pendant from his breast pocket—the very same purple one. Yet the black speck inside it was already gone.

They knew they could no longer change the situation before them. They could only remain in the cave like doomed beasts, conserving ammunition, and when the assault troops charged in, pour all their firepower into them to inflict as much damage as possible, hoping to drag a few more along to the underworld. That was all they could do.

This stretch of sea was entirely under the control of the Water Sky Immortal City, and all the islands belonged to it as well. Within Water Sky Immortal City there was only one Water Sky Palace, and they were the rulers.

Liu Xu dared to threaten Brother Yang only because he was certain he would resign. By forcing Madam Geng to fire Brother Yang, they could still come back. But if the company belonged entirely to Brother Yang, would those managers still resign? Who would abandon a perfectly good job?

"You think it's too slow?" Xiao Xu glared at him, looking at him as though he were an idiot.

The person in charge felt uneasy under Zhou Shiyi's gaze, as if those eyes might bore two holes through his body. He shifted his feet awkwardly, pretending to stretch to hide his discomfort.

None of them had expected to witness the fall of a master here, to see the end of a generation. Master Qin, the very symbol of the pinnacle of martial arts in Jiangnan, had just been cast down from his pedestal.

He strode inside. Two eunuchs stood guard at the entrance, and when they saw him arrive, they showed not the slightest surprise. Instead, they bowed with great respect, as though they had been awaiting him for a long time.

Qinling had calculated everything, save for one thing: he had not accounted for Wang Xiaojie launching an air raid on Fuxi City. Fuxi City was far from Liangzhou; even if he wanted to save Liangzhou now, the distance was too great to reach.

"Go ahead and have the surgery with peace of mind. As for everything else, Commander Huo will decide," Huo Siming said, giving Lu Cong'an a reassuring pill in words.

Under repeated blows, more and more of the Khitan cavalry at the front fell to the ground. The riders behind them, unable to see clearly and ignorant of what had happened, realized too late and could not rein in their horses, stumbling over one another in succession.

April was spring, yet perhaps sensing the dark tides surging beneath Rongcheng, even the flowers, grasses, and trees seemed to lack any vitality.

Thus, the fleet personally led by Lu Ren became, in the minds of the Parthian fleet, both ghost and nightmare. Who knew when, one morning, they would rise before dawn only to discover that they had not even had time for breakfast before they had to cast off and meet Lu Ren's fleet head-on, then return cursing under their breath in time for lunch.