Chapter 64: Bargaining
Lin Buwan paused her assault on Chen Yuebin when she heard the commotion. Looking up, she saw a man of about forty, roughly her height but twice as broad, standing before her with a belly as round as if he were four months pregnant, his face twisted in fury as he glared at her.
At the sound, the crowd sprang into action. Soldiers stationed at the mountain pass surged in, swiftly binding the remaining three hundred bandits, who were then dragged out of the mountains in a line, trussed up like crabs.
"Luo Xue, get this straight—the beast was slain by me. Why are you taking sides against your own?" Zhao Jun’s face was full of displeasure.
She took a deep breath, striving for calm, telling herself to be patient and take the long view. Then she struggled to her feet.
It was said that Tianzhong had showcased his strength before the world and soared to fame mainly because of Xiao Yiyun’s rise in those days.
After he finished speaking, as if afraid Ye Ci would voice any dissent, he immediately cut the connection, not even giving Ye Ci a chance to respond.
“Oh, now you’re wronging me. Is it a crime to live life with ease?” Xiao Yiyun said helplessly.
“It seems he truly might be a spirit formed from the Nine Nether Demon Lord’s lingering obsession!” Yan Ning exclaimed. She had only been testing him, but his actions offered the best proof.
It appeared that Situ Xiangyu, seeing her face flush nearly to the point of fainting, had come up with this idea on the spur of the moment.
The Taoist, embarrassed by Peng Pai’s words, blushed and stammered for a while before finally saying, “This demon is indeed formidable. The first three times, I underestimated its strength. Today, these three talismans were painted with all the power I possess. If they still fail, I will willingly relinquish my robes.”
“There is truth in those words. I had the same thought,” Zhao Zhen said to himself: I was just worrying about how to explain things to the Empress Dowager and the old ladies.
In this furious sea, the water plunged to hundreds of thousands of fathoms. If one were in the open ocean, it would be impossible to sense that such a powerful being was imprisoned here. This, perhaps, was why the celestial powers had confined Chenfeng in this place.
As the great battle dragged on, the disadvantage in numbers gradually became apparent. Deaths mounted on both sides, and the Guardians of the Sword Alliance began to falter under the strain.
The room was about twenty square meters, lavishly decorated, its appointments rivaling those of a five-star hotel. This alone was enough to reveal what kind of man Miao Lijie was.
A resonant voice echoed from the twelve figures. In the next instant, the Flame Dragon witnessed an unbelievable sight: the twelve figures, charging at great speed, each brandished a black longsword. In the blink of an eye, hundreds—thousands—of sword lights swept forth, each following a wondrous arc toward the onrushing dragon.
When Wei Yang rushed out to meet him, Situ Chenxing’s confidence soared. Good heavens, just look—Situ Chenyu married a fake princess and strutted about, but now he, Situ Chenxing, had won the favor of a real princess. Hmph, when he brought a true princess home, let’s see what Situ Chenyu would have to brag about then.
“What does it matter? The fall of the Right Chancellor benefits you. As for that valiant general, she’s nothing to fear. As long as we don’t provoke her, she won’t move against you,” said Consort Wan.
With his words, the warriors on stage, who had just begun to relax, immediately tensed once more.
For Lin Jiaren, taking a boat was nothing new, but this was his first real voyage at sea. Before his crossing, he’d mostly traveled by bus, and for longer journeys preferred the train. Having spent nearly all his time inland, when had he ever had the chance to watch the sea from a ship?
As they walked, Yinling and Jingfeng suddenly sensed a murderous aura thickening around them, and instantly Yinling told Jingfeng to hide.