Volume 1, Chapter 41: The Decisive Battle Begins
After many days, Lu Yunduan, having enjoyed a month of peaceful life, had become deeply enamored with this existence, unable to extricate himself.
While he was resting in his manor, he was interrupted by a voice.
"Report, my lord! It is bad news. The garrison at Stone City reports that a large force has been spotted ahead. It is the imperial army; they have come to attack us again."
I took Xia Wanyu to see a psychiatrist, who told me that her intelligence is currently quite complex. At times she seems about eighteen, and at others, only four or five years old. This emotional volatility is likely related to her brain injury. We can only care for her and wait for her to recover on her own.
"What powerful energy! What abundant spiritual essence!" Lei Yu was incredibly excited. This was the place every cultivator dreamed of; he never expected that Romon, a Westerner, would be the one to discover the most magnificent place in the Tenglong Kingdom.
With a long sigh, Zhang Sanfeng focused his attention on the Devil King and Ao Guang, who had joined forces.
"Where are you keeping the beauty you abducted and that golden tiger?" Lei Yu asked coldly.
In front of the old tavern in Duling, the flow of traffic remained constant. Inside the wine shops along the street, customers came and went in an endless stream, and business was booming.
The young man truly could not fathom how a big shot like Xiao Tian could stand in line with people like them—and for an entire afternoon, at that.
True power often does not reside in high-rise buildings. For instance, the White House is only two stories tall, and the buildings in Zhongnanhai, located at 174 West Chang'an Avenue, are likely not even as tall as the nearby Bird's Nest or Water Cube. It is easy to climb the stairs, but the threshold is not easily crossed.
Qin Guan’s grandfather’s expression was grim. Without a word, he walked straight into the thatched cottage. Xiao Tian and Qin Guan followed him inside.
This was also a saber forged at the Loucang Iron Workshop. It was about four feet long, sharpened on one side, and designed for hacking. The hilt was wrapped in coarse cloth to prevent it from slipping out of the hand when stained with blood. The weapon was named "Blade," the very first batch of armaments from the Iron Workshop, making its appearance on the battlefield today.
With a mournful howl, the Spinosaurus collapsed onto the ground, dead beyond a doubt.
"If you eat two bags in one meal, you won't be given any food for a month!" Qiqi said in a robotic tone.
In truth, before their eldest son told them the truth about the second son’s actions in the provincial capital six years ago, they had always firmly believed in the second son’s character.
She felt a vague sense that this matter was becoming increasingly thorny, seeming to develop in a direction she could never have anticipated.
After changing her shoes at the entryway and entering the house, she was surprised to find an unexpected figure sitting on the living room sofa.
Lin Shanshan could no longer stand by and watch. She suddenly stepped forward, raised her hand, and prepared to strike back on Han Yifeng's behalf.
When Lu Nanjiu came out, she saw the two of them chatting happily. Especially upon seeing the hand Ling Shu had placed on her shoulder, her black eyes narrowed, her expression darkened, and her lips tightened into a cold, hard line.
Ye Yang nodded. It was said that the Azure Sun Sword Sovereign had fallen during that battle in the ancient times. Since Duankong Mountain was an ancient battlefield, it was highly likely that it was the very site of that conflict, and that the remaining pieces of the black sword were hidden within the mountain.
"But how did you know that the other party wasn't a good person?" Su Tang asked curiously.
After she was expelled yesterday, she went to the rooftop. That was when Bo Lingmo learned that she had been dismissed from school.
Hearing this, Xia Wan cast a glance at her, not surprised to capture the glint of cunning and plea in her eyes.
Liu Zimo listened to Zhang Yang’s words and gently shook her head at him. She pursed her lips, wanting to say something but stopping herself. Although she had already decided to do something crazy, when it came down to it, Liu Zimo still found it hard to make a final decision due to her inner reserve.