Chapter 202: Sisters Unlike Any Other

Liu Ruyan darted deftly to the right, her movements light and swift. By a twist of fate, she had stepped right into the spot where Cao Bin, hidden from sight, had prepared to strike. The lightsaber howled as it slashed downward, cleaving only a lingering afterimage that melted away under its blade.

“Tch!” Liu Ruyan snorted coldly, then lashed out with a powerful kick toward where she had predicted her assailant would be. Cao Bin had no choice but to retreat...

During World War II, when American soldiers complained about eating canned beef every day, their British counterparts could only look on in envy.

“So it was the Emperor of the Xia Dynasty after all. No wonder,” Xiao Ye realized inwardly. In truth, he should have thought of it sooner—aside from the Xia Emperor, who else in history could break the established order and grasp the mysteries of the Chaotic Infinite Dao?

Scapa Flow stretched twenty-four kilometers from north to south and thirteen kilometers east to west. As a crucial port for the Royal Navy, its defenses were anything but ordinary.

For several days, the two of them remained within the Hundred Flowers Residence, never once stepping outside, completely absorbed in each other’s company. Their words of affection were so saccharine they bordered on unbearable.

At the very least, one ought to show some respect to the Empress. Yet, Zhang Yingxia, in contrast, fell a notch lower in esteem. From the way she addressed her as “senior,” it was clear she was just another hanger-on, relying on the Empress for support.

Suddenly, Xiao Ye caught a key detail in Feng Qingyu’s words: destroy the Grand Jin? The Grand Jin Dynasty, which had endured for tens of thousands of years—was it truly so easily toppled?

Once Germany had seized control of the landing sites, there was simply no way for them to counterattack. As a result, wave upon wave of German tanks poured in.

“Yes.” Faced with such well-meant advice from Lord Xiang, Feng Ye could only nod seriously in acknowledgment.

“That’s enough—if we don’t hurry up, we’ll lose them entirely. I can’t shake the feeling there’s something very familiar about those people. I have to take a look,” Chisheng Tong said.

Now, Ren Jingchu had gone mad, completely beyond Nangong Meining’s ability to control.

After the old man finished speaking, everyone lowered their heads in silent contemplation. Their gazes drifted to Su Jin, who lay “asleep” on the bed; in their eyes, there was nothing but pity. None could have imagined that such a thing had happened to Su Jin.

Nangong Yuhan remained utterly unruffled. “Is that so?” His expression was as calm as still water, as if Tu Baobao were commenting on the fine weather rather than his own affairs. This unnatural composure unsettled Tu Baobao more than any outburst could have.

Gu Fan, though not yet ennobled as a Military Marquis, was already being treated almost as an equal to Lord Tantai Ruoxie of the Northern Bastion! From now on, the ordinary marquises of the army would truly no longer catch Gu Fan’s eye; indeed, even those without command would be forced to seek favors from a man who was still only acting commander.

“Loose the arrows!” At Xie Yuxiang’s command, the bowstrings thrummed in unison. As a cultivator who could command the very winds of heaven and earth, Xie Yuxiang understood the nature of wind better than any. One hundred and fifty paces—the perfect golden range where the speed and direction of the wind could be ignored, and the iron-bolted arrows would fly with deadly precision.

Su Jin could not shake a sense of foreboding, as if something momentous was about to occur. But after some thought, she concluded her plan was sound enough; if the ambush failed, she could always retreat. If not that, then what was this ominous feeling trying to warn her about?

Suddenly, the mound of rubble exploded outward, rocks flying in all directions. From within, a figure radiating immense power burst forth, leaping to land beside Lord Tantai Ruoxie of the Northern Bastion.

He believed that as long as he had enough patience, staying on this island for ten or twenty years, then returning to the mainland with whatever money he had left, he could enjoy a life of leisure—and no one would ever know who he truly was.

“Waaah!” Su Jin wailed again, her cries louder than either of the previous two times.