Chapter 50: Military Assignment

A familiar male voice rang out, making them exchange glances; for a moment, neither could recall who would be seeking them at such a time.

The Mi family truly lived up to their reputation as the wealthiest in Xuzhou. The entrance to their estate was imposing and grand, with twin vermillion gates towering nearly twenty feet high. In front stood a pair of stone qilin lions, baring their teeth and claws in a display of might. A dozen or so servants, each gripping a steel blade, patrolled ceaselessly before the gates.

After all, when the man called Bloodblade died, many had witnessed it; they had heard with their own ears that it was the work of a War Saint.

Once he returned to Yunzhong, Liu Tianhao resolved to outfit Chitu properly—a fine set of gear, from saddle to stirrups, everything had to be just right!

Disciples from the Wind Sword Sect continued to pour forth, each armed and forming a second ring around Jingchuan and Fan Zhi, encircling the pair within a double barrier.

Then, to Li Yigu’s astonishment, he noticed that Ye Yanqing’s hair was now tied up, and what had once been jet-black was now a deep blue. Bolts of lightning flickered intermittently around him, and most striking of all, Ye Yanqing’s very aura had become elusive and unfathomable.

Lin Zhiwei’s attitude had shifted by now, so when he spoke, his tone held a hint of deference toward Cao Mingxiao.

Hearing Xia Tian’s words, Lin Qingyao blushed. Such a simple question—but in her earlier panic, it hadn’t even occurred to her.

“You may leave now, stranger,” the city lord said, closing his eyes, as if unwilling to utter another word.

Where the violet flash struck the wall, it began to melt from the outside in, as though corroded by powerful acid, hissing as white smoke rose, until all that remained was a pool of murky liquid.

Ding Hao was hurled over a hundred yards by that blow—a testament to the corpse’s brute strength. But the armored corpse fared far worse; its right arm, having struck with full force, met the rebound of Ding Hao’s protective treasure-cloak. The giant’s right forearm and upper arm burst apart in an instant, held together by only a thin strip of flesh.

Zhang Bolun and his two companions were masters of horsemanship and possessed keen reconnaissance skills—leaving them to guard the camp was the wisest course.

She had not set foot in a cinema for five years. During those years, she had been wholly absorbed in her research and work; frivolous entertainments like movies had become distant and foreign to her.

Ordinarily, Jin Ming’s remark would be seen as open criticism of the emperor at court—a punishable offense, at best resulting in the loss of his official hat and dismissal pending investigation.

Yet, upon entering the manor, the Ghost King froze. The grounds were eerily silent; everyone who should have been there had vanished. Staring at the corpses lying on the floor, he let out a furious roar, revealing his true form and tearing the bodies to shreds one by one.

But at this moment, Xu Ling remained utterly oblivious. Step by step, he entered the realm of the netherworld, each pace drawing danger ever closer.

After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Ding Hao began slowly gathering the flames into his two palms. The fire covering him gradually died away, and gazing at the golden blaze between his hands, Ding Hao grinned.

“Yes, the shock was too much—I couldn’t handle it,” she replied, though she herself did not know why she had entered; perhaps it was the same as when she controlled the space from outside, using only her mind.

Before long, even Anger Heaven’s Samadhi True Fire could do nothing to it, so he decided to wait until the shield faded before attacking again.

Suddenly, a wild gust whipped Wendy’s golden hair into the air. Dazzling flames streaked across the sky as two colossal demons let out muffled groans, like hammers pounding on thick skulls. Upon landing, blood streamed relentlessly from their throats, and they fell silent forever.

The helicopter drew nearer and nearer, and the security guards could see it more and more clearly, faces lit with excitement. For them, seeing a helicopter up close was something to boast about for days, and on this dark night, it was certainly a rare and wondrous sight.