Chapter 54: The Strong Boundaries of Feng Su

Ye Chu’s expression froze.
A flush of embarrassment and anger spread across her face as she stammered, looking at Feng Su.
When she saw Feng Su’s face glowing with excitement as he gazed at Li Jiuwei, she nearly ground her molars to pieces.
“Miss Li, Feng Su and I have known each other since we were children. Are we supposed to ignore the bond we’ve shared since we were little just because you showed up? I don’t think Feng Su would ever do that, right?”
“Ye Chu, I already have a girlfriend. Boundaries matter to me—”
“Hooray, hooray, forward!” All the spear formations, at a furlong’s distance from the Roman Twelfth Legion, launched a furious storm of spear charges. Whistles erupted among the Romans; they nimbly abandoned their front-line positions, falling back in alternating cover toward the rear camp.
Thus the Battle of Sendai came to an end. The entire city became a city of death. Except for a handful of civilians who surrendered at the outset, nearly all of Sendai’s million soldiers and citizens were annihilated.
Aoi had flown from the political center of Anyang to Hong Kong months ago, and Night Xiuya was precisely the director of that branch.
After centuries of cultivation, Violent Ape’s mind was already unshakably resolute and could not be swayed by such sounds. With a flick of his sword formula, the Frost Flood Sword transformed into a flood dragon that snapped its jaws, slashed its claws, and whipped its tail through the air, forcefully parrying Bai Xuansu’s assault.
In the underground strategic command center beneath Mount Weather, the vice president also heard the voice from Taipei. The president was not yet out of danger, and now the crushing weight of responsibility rested solely on his shoulders. Yet he felt no satisfaction at holding such power, only boundless frustration and anger.
“Nonsense. If you had gone through what I’ve been through, wouldn’t you want revenge? Several of those who ambushed me back then had even benefited from my kindness. Once I regain my former strength, I’ll make sure they pay for it,” said Heavenly Fiend Dao Ancestor bitterly.
“Brother, if I knew, I would certainly tell you the truth,” Jiang Tu replied, relaxing slightly, his tone warm. He did not want to turn hostile with this man; he could sense that there were at least dozens of others hidden in the woods, and if they were all as formidable as the two before him, he’d never walk out of the forest alive if things soured.
Taishi Ci returned to court. Sun Quan was ambitious and fought a bitter battle with Pang Shanmin, but he knew well that war was best avoided. Even Cao Cao had been forced to retreat after barely more than a month; if Jiangdong faced attacks by land and water from Jing and Xiang, they were likely doomed to destruction.
“Bring it here. I want to take out some money and send away this gang of beggars Kalabis brought along,” Claudia said with a charming smile, popping a fig into her mouth.
The two red-armored captains bore the brunt of the attack, their bodies blown open with four or five gaping wounds. They staggered forward a few steps before collapsing. Behind them, dozens of Han Banner Army corpses were strewn across the ground.
If Li Ling was a famous general brought down by ill fortune and betrayal, then Xu Rong was simply born too soon.
On June 27th, he failed yet again in negotiations with investors in his office and was left rather disheartened.
Hans America was striving to create a landmark digital business property. Sun Hung Kai Properties aimed to balance commercial and residential developments, while Hutchison Whampoa focused on residential real estate and public green spaces, hoping to shape a district that met Jing’an’s aesthetic standards.
As for how the conflict broke out, the main reason was, of course, their own despicable behavior—and Fan Gongming just happened to expose it to the public.
The eldest prince’s entire figure was shrouded in shadow. He stared in disbelief at the ancient sword that inspired not a shred of fighting spirit.
All night long, neither of them slept, except for Wang Yumo, who snored away, occasionally muttering, “Xiao Jin Xuan.”
Xue Han was as sinister as ever. He fiddled with Wang Xinyin’s arm again, causing Wang to break out in a cold sweat from the pain, his face turning the color of pig’s liver.