Chapter Sixty-Four: Disbelief

“There’s something I’m not sure I should say, but do you really think the last batch of information Li Rou sold you was actually obtained by her? If I hadn’t leaked it, would you have gotten this project? Forgive my bluntness, but if I wanted you out, it would only take a word.” Shu Yiming raised his brows as he spoke.

Naturally, Wang Chaoyang didn’t believe him. He sneered coldly, “What nonsense…”

Cang Hu shook his head, the Black Serpent Sword already in his hand. He couldn’t tell whether Dong Caiying had conspired with Wu Qi. Apart from the brothers behind him, he could no longer distinguish friend from foe. He was the Ghost Envoy of Ten Thousand Spirits. After two days of recuperation, his injuries had fully healed. Even if he were still wounded, he would not retreat.

Watching as the soldiers around them dwindled, the brigade commander and the battalion leader, resigned to their fate, chose to end their own lives. Even in death, they would not fall into the hands of the Lanfang army. Unable to commit ritual suicide by disembowelment, they opted to shoot themselves, fulfilling their last duty to the empire.

The five fierce Tiger Warriors behind him acted without hesitation, knocking down the seven guards in just a few swift moves. Any who dared resist met the same fate as those struck by Zhang Liao—a single punch was enough to send them into unconsciousness.

“You!” Chen Tiannan seemed to want to say more, but was directly interrupted by Xi Tianling beside him.

At this time, the region of West Asia remained extremely backward. The coastal areas, more influenced by external forces, had established numerous sheikhdoms, while the interior still clung to the most primitive tribal systems.

He had searched for Wu Da throughout Qinghe County for so long without finding a trace. The Embroidered Guards were especially skilled at this kind of work. Since they hadn’t found him, the only possibility was that he wasn’t in the county at all. But with the vast expanse outside the city, where was he supposed to continue his search?

Ye Xi walked over with a wine jug in hand, displaying no airs. He simply sat down beside Huaying and reached out to gently rub her head.

A chill ran through Shan Yi’s heart. Among the Thirteen Deadly Swords, the twelfth was “Longing Across Autumn Waters,” originally wielded by her twelfth master, Feng Qi. After the massacre at Evil Wind Valley, it was taken by the Yan family. Yet, due to the bond of bloodline, no one in the Yan family had ever been able to wield the Autumn Water Sword.

At this moment, Chen Shuqin seemed to hear again the unique sound of the wind lashing the waves along the Huangpu River, as if someone were whipping a silver chain, its clanging rings echoing.

Apart from that, even if Wu Jinxiong went to the hospital for examination and treatment, nothing could remove the lumps and bumps on his face.

After Qin Tian stepped into the third level of the Qi Cultivation Realm, his range of vision through obstacles increased greatly; nothing within a kilometer could escape his notice.

“Of course we’re heading to the center of the base. We have to destroy it—we can’t let them commit crimes against humanity.” Yi Tian replied resolutely.

“That’s right, I am indeed King Wu. But may I ask what you want me to assist with?” King Wu didn’t hide his identity as he spoke.

“Zhaoyuan, you’ve lost.” At last, the man in the python-embroidered robe placed the final piece, completely blocking off all of the black stones’ escape routes. The game was over. Yet when he looked at Situ Zhaoyuan, his gaze held little joy of victory—only worry and displeasure.

Liu Xie’s status was lofty. Although Madam Yan was his mother-in-law in name, she, like the Chen family, still saluted him with the proper respect.

“Go!” Xuanwu shouted in anger. The black flood dragon’s eyes glinted with bloodlust. In the next moment, it had already lunged toward Du Fang’s life-bound demon idol, its body growing ever larger as it charged.

This man’s face was as swollen as a pig’s, his speech already slurred. His eyes had narrowed to slits, making for a truly ridiculous sight.

At the sound of shattering glass, everyone turned to see Fu Lei’s body flying backward, crashing into several tables before collapsing on the ground, barely clinging to life. Jiang Long, a righteous officer, hadn’t seen who had struck Fu Lei—all he saw was a soy sauce bottle smashing itself on Fu Lei’s head.