Chapter 1194: Great Gan Dynasty Battles Great Yu Dynasty

"Lord Siming, we have yearned for your arrival for so long, and at last, you are here!"

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Could they not wish for something better for me?

With the back of Lord Siming to lean on, it was as if they had found their spiritual anchor; the God of Thunder finally summoned the courage to refute Guan Shanhai, snapping his head up to glare at him with utter disdain.

"We merely receded from the world and hid within the Celestial Palace to diminish the influence of the power of faith. Otherwise, what business would your Great Yu ever have had? You have merely churned up a few ripples, yet you deem yourselves—"

Coincidentally, that troop was also clad in the crimson military uniform of the Great Han, but their attire differed slightly, bearing no resemblance to the official armies of the Bingzhou or Jizhou regions.

Shui Lianyue was draped in moon-pale masculine robes, a silver half-mask concealing his face as he arrived before the gates of Qiuhan Monastery, followed closely by the trio of Hongying, Luoxi, and Wangyou.

Naturally, Lu Tianxiang’s choice was to depart from Feng City immediately; there was no longer any purpose in lingering here, and he had no desire to be recognized by any more people.

"Is that so?" At this, Lu Tianxiang wasted no more breath; his appearance shifted once again, and crystalline wings of ice snapped open with a sudden flare.

Just as she lifted her skirt to board the carriage, she caught sight of Rong Changfeng’s automobile; its black window curtains were drawn out of habit, and whether the man within was resting with closed eyes or otherwise, he ultimately did not see her.

After a brief moment of rest, "Let us go," Wu Hao said indifferently, and the law enforcement squad of several dozen men set foot once more upon the vast and perilous Kunshou Mountain Range.

"Pff. We belong to the Prince. Who does she think she is to punish me? Lest you forget, both you and I belong to the Lingyun Sect. We pledge our allegiance only to the Prince for life, and our lives belong to him as well," Qingyu said with a cold, dismissive snort.

The officer was utterly helpless; watching the enemy aircraft without being able to fire—even if a hit was not guaranteed—left his heart burning with an immense, stifling frustration.

Watching the 'Barbarian' charge once more like a bloodthirsty, ferocious beast, the smiles and voices of the old man and Tiantian—so like true kin—surfaced in Wu Hao's mind yet again; then, he quietly closed his eyes, the remnants of his desolate power slowly coalescing within his body, preparing to unleash the final, sharpest, and most brilliant strike of his life.

Here, the ordinary man faced off against the tigress, shouting and clamoring, but in the end, A-Xu was no match for the ferocious shrew who made her living on the streets; she possessed a grand aura and a booming voice, utterly determined to scare him away, spewing such a torrent of vulgar abuse that it was simply unbearable to hear, driving him from the field in less than three rounds.

Her countenance darkened instantly; crossing her arms, she stared at the flashing surgical light, her heart suspended in agonizing suspense.

Gu Qingyun chuckled softly and comforted him, "It matters not. We are all men, and the water is warm anyway, so just consider it a bath." In his heart, however, he rejoiced that he had not faced such an ordeal during his own examinations; otherwise, bathing together with several grown men... the mere thought of it was terrifying, even if the water was flowing.

To have drawn the attention of the Governor's estate to investigate Master Yi’s past, this person must surely hail from the gentry; otherwise, they would not have even crossed the threshold. This person also knew of Master Yi's vulnerabilities, meaning they had clearly used certain means to trace his whereabouts, though they could not be entirely certain.

Mo Yitian’s kissing technique was masterful, at times gentle and lingering, at others domineering and wicked, possessing such great force that Lin Xiaomo felt as though she would be devoured whole by him.

Li Zhen’s expression turned exceedingly grim; he closed his eyes briefly, tossed his phone onto the sofa in irritation, and turned to walk upstairs.

It was no wonder he thought of a hex doctor first; this border region was most superstitious about such things, and they had already encountered a few of them before their arrival here.

There was no great breakthrough within her body, yet a faint, warm sensation arose; An Mi'er smiled softly, for at least she had not come away entirely empty-handed.

She not only possessed the bloodline of the Yun Clan, being a direct descendant of the main lineage, but she also maintained a certain understanding of the world outside.

She had originally been anxious, thinking that sending her back in this manner was meant to keep things secret, but it turned out she had merely overthought it, so she happily went out the door to meet Mo Shishi.

Hearing Gu Yunchang speak of that grown man—who appeared to be at least twenty-five or twenty-six—in such a manner, Lin Xiaomo could not help but narrow her eyes and offer a couple of dry laughs, offering nothing more.