Volume 1, Chapter 27: Razing the City, 500 Souls Swear to Face Death Without Fear

"As Wenhe suggested, I shall issue the order immediately."

Lu Yunduan stood atop the city gate tower and shouted, "Where is General Chang?"

Chang Zhongyou hurried up from below, asking, "My lord, what is your command?"

"From this moment on, distribute all the gunpowder to every corner of the city."

Upon hearing this, Chang Zhongyou immediately set to work. All the soldiers of the Ding Battalion gathered the gunpowder and began placing it at various locations throughout the city.

A short while later, the preparations were complete, and the civilians had all been evacuated from Danshui City. Chang Zhongyou rushed back up to the tower and reported, "My lord, the gunpowder has been placed..."

However, she adamantly insisted that he had taken advantage of her, accusing him of intending to do something untoward.

In the struggles of ordinary people, a soul master—especially a powerful one—could undoubtedly play a vital role, sometimes even deciding the outcome of a battle. Although Huo Wu was taking a gamble by betting on Helian Nuo, it was a risky maneuver that might well backfire.

The competition to narrow the field from five to three was intense. Despite the scandal regarding the "backdoor" entry, which had damaged Dong Zhuo's popularity, many die-hard fans refused to believe the rumors and supported him to the end, allowing him to secure a spot in the top three by a high number of votes in the final tally.

"It’s alright, take your time, no rush. What is her name?" Nan Ye led Chu Tian into the pavilion, asked him to sit, and poured him a cup of tea.

Yet, the Left Envoy turned a deaf ear to the Demon Blade’s pleas for help, his intense gaze fixed solely on Lu Qingyu, as if contemplating some matter of utmost importance.

This was an S-shaped curve; once past this bend, the intersection at the foot of the mountain—the finish line—was not far off.

Ruo Sheng was so preoccupied with apologizing that she failed to notice the malice in his eyes, feeling deeply remorseful in her heart.

"Uh… is this even allowed?" Yan Fei couldn't help but roll his eyes. The text on that wooden board was so small it could likely only be read with a microscope; such a rule was clearly posted just to be broken.

Jun Moxiao leaped into the air. When he landed, he held a chain in his hand—the very same iron chain the middle-aged man had been wielding. Each of them gripped one end, pulling against the other.

Suddenly, Xiang Lai felt an icy gaze fixed upon him. Following the direction of the stare, he saw that when the man realized he was being watched, he remained completely expressionless, continuing to lock eyes with him.

However, she was now completely drained of strength and could only be pushed toward the county office.

Li Mohan’s arm was stained with blood, gashed by the claws of a sand spider, yet there was no trace of pain on his face—only overwhelming fury.

The five took flight from Lunwoer toward the capital of Demacia, slowly passing over Tobisia, the city that had endured the earthquake.

But look at him—already at the peak of the fifth stage of the Dao, and now so powerful that he sought to ascend to the sixth stage, transcending mortality to reveal the "truth" of the ancient times.

His Samadhi True Fire was almost invincible; the only limitation was his finite reserve of spiritual energy. No matter how high one's cultivation, one could not be invincible, but with a constant supply of spiritual energy supplemented by the Samadhi True Fire, he was virtually unstoppable.

"What a weirdo!" Muttering to herself, her mood for getting some fresh air ruined, Chu Xinbai returned to her room, feeling quite irritable.

Today, Han Zhen was not wearing his usual meticulous suit, but instead donned an all-black ensemble: a casual black jacket and black jeans. His hair was not combed back as usual, but styled with bangs covering most of his forehead, though he still wore his gold-rimmed glasses.

"Don't look at him, just take what I give you." Sister Zhen domineeringly slipped the ring onto Chu Xinbai's thumb.

Assistant Wang finished his task for Han Zhen without any effort, and a week later, the L-sisters were all transferred and demoted to project companies in other regions.

His tone remained as cold as before, but a careful listener could detect the simmering anger beneath the surface.

The four of them, though harboring their own agendas, ultimately chose to comply for the sake of the bigger picture.

Xiao Hongchen stepped forward, pressed his palms together, performed a Buddhist salute to Zuo Zuoxi, and smiled.

The next day, as soon as Ye Xiuqing arrived at the classroom, she heard the students discussing the matter.

In this way, after Ye Xiuqing had come for three consecutive days, the people who frequently came to watch the stock market trends had all become familiar with her.

At the same time, several major speculative investors were scraping together every penny they could find, even selling off their shares in Hengtai Real Estate at a loss to flee.

"Good, just right, this is truly wonderful!" Yan Chengjue remained silent for a long time before uttering these first words.

The remaining ten were monstrously large and bizarre, remaining stagnant in every corner of the flesh ball, looking exactly like soldiers waiting for orders.

Even Jiang Zhong and the other staff members were somewhat dazed; it was the first time they had realized that bricklaying could be so artistic.

Summoning the White Cloud Mist? To use up a favor from a peak ninth-stage powerhouse like this—Xu Xian was unwilling.

After exchanging a few pleasantries with Wang Tianyu, Boss Liang turned his gaze toward the "new face," Lan Ziyan.

A look of disappointment crossed the Demon Shadow’s face, and black mist dissipated from his body; his possession time had expired, and he was no longer able to fight.

Behind every fifth-stage powerhouse stood several Light Priests; the moment anyone fell in battle, they were immediately resurrected.

One must know that Zheng Rumin had long considered himself a local titan in Xichuan Province. Having been humbled by Han Dong, he was naturally eager to save face.

This Zhao Sheng was not the Lord Pingyuan of the Warring States period; he was the grandson of Zhao Chuan and the son of Zhao Zhan, belonging to a branch of the Zhao clan of Jin. In real history, he was the Handan clan, and his fief was Handan.

Feng’s painstaking efforts seemed not to have been in vain. From the moment Feng spoke those words, the look in Zhi Ya’s eyes toward him was one of fanaticism, like a wildly burning flame that seemed capable of scorching everything.

"What good will it do for you to go?" Qin Ruo really didn't want to say these words, but in truth, a pair of Angel's Wings meant nothing in the Underworld; instead, it would only attract attacks from more high-level undead. Even if the Black God went, it would only result in more people being trapped in the Underworld.

Han Dong took a look; there were at least three or four hundred people gathered here, with others just there to watch the spectacle.

Seeing the frown on Luo Liqing’s face, Han Dong sighed inwardly. Tan Ninghao had been in Rongzhou for several years, and he had made a complete mess of everything. He was definitely leaving behind a disaster for him to clean up.

Everything that was happening before their eyes not only surprised Yu Ren Fei Jiong, but even the evil spirits inside the Demon World Pagoda who were monitoring the Six Paths Annihilation Formation were caught off guard. In the Evil Spirit Hall, the projection from a floating orb was broadcasting every detail of what had just transpired.