Chapter 289: Gathering Time is Almost Up

Though he had finally steadied the army's chaotic ranks, the soldiers' morale had inevitably waned, leaving Liu Tichun burning with anxiety yet entirely helpless to remedy the situation.

In a single breath, Li Hao ordered over twenty bottles of rare and prestigious wines, totaling nearly 600,000 yuan, virtually sweeping away the finest vintages the Century Restaurant had to offer.

Liu Yunwei fell into deep thought, looking utterly conflicted; seeing him pondering so intensely, Sun Yuanhua did not disturb him, but merely reined in his horse beside him, quietly waiting for Liu Yunwei to reach his own conclusion.

Suddenly, a commotion erupted in the Ming army camp across the Wulie River, and then, under the watchful eyes of Oba and his Mongol host, an elite squadron of about a thousand Ming iron cavalry surged out of the camp, their banners marking them as the Changshui Regiment.

With this thought, Jiang Li held Qin Xinyu even tighter, for if a man like Xu Mosan were to truly lose his mind, he would be utterly powerless to withstand him.

The divine protection surrounding them was suddenly rent in two, severed cleanly like a sheet of silk sliced by a pair of sharp shears.

They possessed neither the mountain-like focus Lin Yu displayed in the face of life and death, nor the temporal aura left behind by the Perfect Heavenly Dao, so they had no choice but to meet the blow with sheer, brute force.

Lian Meng sighed softly in her heart, thinking, forget it, I do not care, you will be my boyfriend sooner or later anyway, so it matters not if you aren't one just yet.

As if he had been waiting specifically for Di Yu, Zhao Luqing stepped forward at the exact moment Di Yu emerged, slowly making his way toward him.

They were Unit 10003, one of the three formidable forces commanded by Mysterio; they reported directly to him and obeyed his words alone, ready to launch a rebellion instantly and without a single word of complaint if so ordered.

Indeed, when it came to the realm of traditional Chinese internal medicine, he was no match for Qin Weihua, but as for the broader strategic vision, Qin Weihua truly fell short, and it wasn't just that Director Fang looked down on him.

Song Yixi's pupils contracted slightly; after a long pause, she turned her head mechanically, twisted the key, and stepped through the door.

After witnessing that level of strength, Qin Shijie had practically abandoned all hope of securing the opportunity to absorb the divine essence of the World Heart.

Sensing that Qiong Li seemed to have taken a liking to Hai Cheng, Yang Bing and the others chimed in from the side, singing praises of Hai Cheng's various virtues.

Naturally, such discourse was advantageous to the State of Chu; it not only fueled the people's hatred toward the State of Liang, but also imperceptibly strengthened the cohesion of the Chu populace and their resolve to resist Liang.

Throwing daggers was, after all, an underhanded business, and if the director chose to be strict about it, you would truly find yourself in a blind alley; unless you had the capability and courage to resign and change hospitals, it was best to behave yourself, for crossing the director never ended well.

As Li Yaodong approached with Horsley, he assumed a rigid posture and snapped a flawless military salute, which the other man returned before resuming his original stance.

It was only after Xue Qingqing eavesdropped on the conversation between her and Su Jingzhi that she finally discovered who had ruined her plans back then.

Furthermore, the construction materials were highly unusual; though not steel, they were vastly harder than steel could ever be.

Mo Zili merely stared at her coldly, beneath his icy gaze lay a hidden, imperceptible despair and a dead heart, causing her own heart to slowly freeze as her eyes widened in utter disbelief.

"Very well, I understand!" Li Gan dared not argue with his second brother, offering only a submissive murmur of agreement.

Cai Feng stared at Zhang Tian with a cold sneer, while Song Ming thrust his towering frame directly in front of Chu Ming.

Without another word, Master Li followed the chieftain and his men to the place where Benxiong lay; he found Benxiong already unconscious, black smoke billowing from the sword wound on his right chest as the injury continued to fester and spread.

"I know not whether Ye Zang can destroy that monster," Terumi Mei said anxiously, fearing that instead of vanquishing the black giant, Ye Zang might plunge himself into mortal peril.

Receiving Li Zhi's silent instruction, Fu Chen stepped forward to release the restrictions on the four men; after bowing in gratitude and conversing briefly with Tong Li, they each squeezed out a drop of essence blood toward Li Zhi and swore a solemn oath to the Heavenly Dao.

Seeing that Challe Furz had already conjured four magical spheres of light in mid-air, Bakal spoke up to halt Hertz from taking any further action.

Since the number one beauty was now beyond reach, the throne of the number two beauty absolutely could not be snatched away by some godforsaken scoundrel.

Having been disrupted by that bandit, Chu Ming would undoubtedly have to expend far more time to manipulate the Heaven-Binding Array once more before it could take effect.

In the martial world, those he killed were always corrupt officials, tyrants, and evildoers; but having followed Lord Bao, his duties were to gather evidence and track down suspects, tasks where one could not simply resort to slaughter.

Outside the city of Xianyang, the three Ji brothers rode out once more to scout ahead; Liu Bei went forth to meet them, his accompanying generals now swelling to over twenty, encircling Liu Bei and Zhuge Liang securely in their midst.

Yet Elder Zang had once mentioned that this crimson lotus dais bore a profound essence of the Buddha, a thick Buddhist nature that clearly marked it as something extraordinary.

"Then where are your father and mother? I have not seen them at all," Li Wan asked in bewilderment, evidently swayed by Yin Feng's explanation as she began to press for answers.

Many guests arrived today; the engagement party was held not at a hotel but at a holiday resort, a semi-outdoor affair set within the resort's garden, which was ablaze with a riot of colorful blossoms looking all the more delicate under the shining sun.

Watching Zheng Yi's retreating figure, Lu Lin was deeply perplexed—try it? How to try? If we can't even run, how do we try? Try organizing and connecting without fleeing? What kind of a joke is this?

Yuxi's parents were sensible and fair, treating everyone equally, so she had naturally projected that onto them; but after reading the comments, she realized her judgment regarding Ye Mei had been entirely mistaken.