Chapter 135: Female Demon Chief!

The Empress had sent her forces to surround the Prince’s estate with the utmost secrecy.

Yet, despite her discretion, word inevitably leaked out, and within an hour, scouts from various factions converged outside the residence, eager to discern what transpires within.

Neither the Empress nor Li Chang'an found this development surprising.

The current juncture was simply too fraught, and the roles played by the Grand Elder and Second Elder in this affair were far too sensitive.

Consequently, upon entering the city, Gordon immediately spotted Sigrid waiting on the street corner, her countenance a mask of sheer impatience, while the half-elf stood beside her, flashing a wry, helpless smile at his approach.

Just as the youth and the tiger prepared to wager their lives in a desperate struggle, two streaks of flowing light shot from the distant horizon, sinking directly into their respective bodies, plunging both man and beast into a prolonged, frozen stillness, rendering them utterly motionless.

Then, Gordon stowed all eighteen glass-rock enchanted longswords into the secret chest enchanted upon his ring.

Beholding Lin Qingxue in such a state, Su Lin felt a pang of bitter sorrow in his chest; he would rather witness her locked in a jealous rivalry with Qin Yanran than see her looking so desolate and unmoored.

Su Lin had never possessed the opportunity to truly experience the military life, but here he thoroughly indulged his craving for the soldier's path—and not as some common grunt, but as a genuine, commanding general.

What possible gain could I derive from harming him, when such an act brings me nothing but a hundred detriments and not a single benefit; indeed, who stands to profit from his downfall?

Yet, this arrangement was not without its merits, for unlike Gordon, who remained cooped up within the castle, Geralt could gather much useful intelligence regarding the Starry Plains during his travels.

With a sweep of his hand, Kong Wuming unleashed the Five-Colored Divine Light, washing away all of Gonggong's sacred waters, before turning his furrowed brow toward the collapsed array and the injured Qingping disciples strewn about in disarray, addressing Wu Fatian, who had charged to the very forefront.

A crude brute like Gonggong found himself entirely flustered by the Earth Ancestor Wu Houtu's display, utterly at a loss for how to console this sister of his, who had been prone to melancholy since the dawn of her creation, leaving him to stammer out clumsy words of concern.

Though several company commanders of the Plain Red Banner resented Sa'ertu's arrogance, they had no choice but to bow their heads under the current circumstances, given that Abatai had granted him the authority to take their heads, meaning any hope of vengeance would have to wait until Daišan, their master, returned from his southern raid.

That stench was as if a corpse, long buried deep within the earth, had finally been exhumed from the darkness, its rotting, putrid flesh releasing a suffocating and pungent odor.

Twisting the silk handkerchief in her hands, Zhao Yu kept her gaze pinned upon that cluster of courtyards, her heart, which had been pounding furiously moments ago, now beginning to sink.

Everyone seemed entirely accustomed to this routine, for even though the vehicle ground to a halt, not a soul jostled toward the doors, each remaining precisely where they stood.

Her primary contention was that such an outcome was entirely attributable to the massive, widespread trafficking of official titles that had taken place twelve years prior.

Even so, this memory metal remained an invaluable resource by Earth's standards, considering that the highest known melting point of any alloy on Earth barely reached four thousand degrees Celsius.

Amidst his terror and despair, Sun Quan suddenly spotted a warship just breaking away from the shore a mere ten paces away, and without a second thought, he spurred his horse to a desperate gallop toward the jetty.

At this very moment, there was no denying that Zeng Fei resembled a supreme vocalist, utterly crushing his opponent through sheer, overwhelming capability.

Tang Ze's brow furrowed as a cold glint entered his eyes, and he once more targeted Naniya with his Level One Greed Projection.

That master, who originally belonged to a higher realm, had discovered a mystical sanctuary for him within the fissures of the Earth's dimensions, opening the gates to an otherworldly realm with the Heavenly Primordial to secure an endless reservoir of energy, thereby preserving his cultivation and even allowing him to break through to the Great Perfection of the Spirit Soul Realm.

The sorrow of parting continued to swell within him as he looked upon the crude, dilapidated work sheds, and as he reflected on the hardships and joys of the past several dozen days, his eyes grew unwittingly moist.