Chapter 210: Sacrifice, God-Slaying Alliance!

At the city gate, Lu Sang, the current chief of the Fusang tribe, descended with the divine guards.

Lu Sang's eyes held a hint of tension as they swept past Li Chang'an and the infernal humans behind him, ultimately resting upon Li Chang'an at the vanguard. Exhaling a deep breath, he inquired, "Excuse me... did you say your name is Li Chang'an?"

To others, Li Chang'an might be nothing more than an ordinary name.

But to the Fusang tribe, the name Li Chang'an, from the very begin—

"Your Majesty, he is a good man, so just give in to him." What on earth was that? Si Feng glanced at her surreptitiously, finding it rather amusing, wondering why Nanny Jin always seemed to think along those lines.

Xu Yan stepped forward and sat beside Erii. Hearing his arrival, she turned her head away in a fit of pique.

"Hand it over? Hand over his grandmother's dynamic ass! Let life or death fall as it may, dick to the sky, I don't give a damn about him," Wang Yuquan roared.

With those words, he took her silken hand in his, leading her directly into the world within the Buddhist beads. Upon stepping inside, she was utterly dumbfounded by the landscape therein, taking quite a while to come to her senses.

Meanwhile, Emperor Mingwu, his mind in a chaotic whirl, wept sorrowful tears as he held "her" tightly in his embrace, his body trembling as though his very soul had been torn away.

Yet even headquarters remained oblivious to Xu Yan's Kotodama; the only one who knew was Principal Anjou. Since there had been no other witnesses during the previous mission concerning Kubo Tokuni, the Executive Bureau had not noted Xu Yan's Kotodama ability in the mission report.

At first, Zhu Yizhi had been terrified, ignorant of what lay within the swamp, but now he was brimming with arrogance; leaping into the air, he drew a broadsword and brought it down in a vertical slash.

Layer upon layer of heavily armed guards stood watch, countless pairs of eyes scrutinizing the surroundings intensely, refusing to let even a single fly slip past.

"Address me as you please, though this Princess Regent still prefers Prince Le to call her the Sovereign Princess," Chuxin said nonchalantly.

The moment these words were uttered, the crowd suddenly awoke to the situation and promptly scattered like frightened birds and beasts, rushing out in a chaotic swarm.

Though Chen Yangyang and Fan Xue'er were startled, they uttered no words of restraint, silently carrying Li Qiuzhi's luggage as they followed her, escorting her to the Chenghu Apartments at the southernmost edge of the campus.

Still more of the others exchanged glances with one another, each seeing the sheer relief and wild joy buried deep within the other's eyes.

The man's silhouette remained perfectly still; he merely raised a hand to his lips, and a moment later, curls of smoke drifted from between them.

Sheng Yuchen fell into silence. He truly could not deny Nan Feng's cleverness; her disposition seemed unbridled and reckless, but in truth, she possessed more sly schemes than anyone, and ordinary people could hardly deceive her.

Receiving Sun Wanrong's command, the Khitan army launched a general offensive immediately, catching the Great Zhou vanguard before they could establish a foothold upon exiting the valley.

Shang Wu covered her mouth and let out a soft, startled cry. While everyone else was profoundly surprised, Lu Yiyou's expression shifted instantly from overbearing to panicked.

"Forget it, you're just a hot-headed kid, it's useless talking to you!" Li Xuan curled her lip, putting an end to the topic as well.

As she walked downstairs, she kept tugging at the hem of her skirt, wishing it could grow a bit longer. The nightgown, made of velvet, was loose and large, feeling immensely comfortable against her skin; it swayed from side to side with her descent, looking just like a flower dancing in the wind.

He remembered Xiang Yang, yet after not seeing her for a few months, she had actually fallen into such a wretched state; he knew not what had transpired, but felt a strange pang of concern.

Yet the reality caught her completely off guard. In a single wave of assault, the Chifeng Battalion rushed forward like a dark tide, scattering the Xueling Army with crushing force, leaving mutilated corpses strewn across the fields and blood splattering onto the withered grass along their path.

Beiming Xue nodded slightly. She had no desire to cause a traffic jam; moreover, it was hard to guarantee that no rabid fans would appear among the crowd, who might well commit some volatile act.

It could be said that Xiao Min's dedicated scheming in this regard had not only earned her the prestigious reputation of a "renowned mentor," but had also brought her a wealth of material benefits.