Chapter 88: The Flood Dragon Soul

Bai Xian had not taken the Black House organization very seriously. After she became an adept, the people she came into contact with were mostly upright men and women such as Zhang Yuheng, Zhang Yunfeng, and Gao Sheng. Terrorist organizations and the like were far removed from her.

“So what are we going to do about the Dragon-Slaying Sword now?”

Bai Xian was an amateur who had stumbled into this world by accident. When it came to exorcising demons and slaying evil, or fighting with spells and techniques, she might have a few tricks. But when she ran into something like this...

He smiled. “At last I’ve found them, and all at once too.” As he spoke, black lightning began to leap and crackle over his body.

When he reached the gate of his own courtyard and was just about to knock, the door opened from the inside, and Dalang poked his head out at just the right moment.

That aura was rising at a pace even Xie Yun could not control, surging upward, ascending, and transforming.

Everyone turned to look and saw that atop Sword-Hiding Peak, a solitary, cold, proud figure stood with hands behind his back, receiving the dense barrage of lightning head-on. Even Jueqing, whose cultivation was unfathomable, was struck into a bloody ruin by the relentless bolts.

Zhou Chen knocked on the cage, then reached out a finger to touch someone else’s ear. He was being carried inside the cage, yet he showed not the slightest awareness of being a prisoner.

Looking up, he saw that overhead the flesh was still writhing ceaselessly, with gastric fluid splashing out from time to time. Even worse, the staircase wound upward in a spiral, as though it had no end at all.

Countless missiles shot out from the forest. The players from Demon’s Kiss, still dazed from what had just happened, were instantly bombarded. Explosions rang out one after another, and the scene was thrown into chaos. I also appeared, instantly activating Lightning Flash, while under Heavenly Radiance stealth I rushed like a ghost toward the enemy backline.

Of course, that was only an idea. In the Immortal Realm, every power had its own alchemists and artifact refiners, and even in the mortal world, since mid-grade immortal artifacts could be sold like street-stall goods, high-grade immortal artifacts certainly existed as well, only they were rarely seen.

That night, Ye Qing went alone to the city lord’s residence. At the time, Lan Yan was still studying matters of war. Hearing that the War King had come to visit, he immediately went out in person to receive him.

Once the black-armored guard died, turmoil erupted in the enemy camp at once. Everyone feared for themselves and stared in terror at the opposing barracks, unable to understand how an arrow could fly so far without losing its aim. Even a supreme expert at the Great Vehicle stage would find that difficult to accomplish.

“Senior Brother, you knew?” Wang Xu said in shock. If you knew, why didn’t you act? Where was your sense of chivalry?

It was clear that he was simply relying on his connection as the boss’s relative to enjoy such freedom, as though he came not to work each day but to go out strolling.

Bang! He suddenly kicked the door shut, tossed the thing in his hand casually onto the shoe rack, then turned back and shoved me against the wall beside the door.

Being embraced from both sides certainly carried an indescribable allure, but Wang Xu did not linger over that feeling.

As for Emperor Rui concealing Xia Tian’s origins, Empress Zhou felt both wronged and deeply displeased. Coupled with those old matters, she had always regarded Xia Tian as a thorn in her flesh.

Yet the valiant become heroic, and in the end all return to one. When the left wing of the cavalry was completely driven back, the right wing of the imperial guard, reinforced by the strength of its own formation, charged straight toward the place where Lin Xiu’s banner stood. But the main body of the cavalry also surged through the center, breaking the imperial guard formation, and their banner was now within arm’s reach.

After the pot came to a boil, she hesitated over whether to carry a bowl over to Old Lady Zhao in the lower courtyard. If her parents had been home, they would certainly have sent a bowl over for Old Lady Zhao to taste. But now that her parents were away, she could not decide what to do.

As she spoke, she led Xu Daofu to sit down, and Zhu Jin came forward at once to pour tea for them both.

Everyone left Ouyang Shaofeng’s main tent and returned to the temporary camp. The fourteen of them immediately split into three groups.

However, not just anyone could reach the rope bridge, because along the only road to it there was a pass that could not be bypassed. On the Great Xia Empire’s side, that pass was called Cold Wind Pass. The general in command there was Gongsun Yichen, level sixty-five, ranked two hundred and ninth on the Mystic Ranking, and under him were dozens of elite soldiers at level sixty.