Chapter 13156 — Just Reminding Myself

If he were not utterly certain of victory, why would he so openly display such a petty, triumphant face?

If Wei Zhao were to turn the tables at a moment like this, would he not become a complete and utter clown?

Yet no sooner had the words left his mouth than the self-detonating ancient mosquitoes came crashing down upon the field.

A full hundred or more of them detonated at once, and such was the force that the entire secret grounds trembled.

As expected, the members of the Iron Wall squad were vaporized in an instant.

Judge Qiu, however, was not the least bit worried.

This had been entirely within his expectations.

The outcome was decided!...

Suddenly, Wang Ling detected what seemed to be some formidable creature several hundred meters away, and instantly teleported toward it.

People of such striking beauty inevitably draw a crowd; the receptionist was briefly taken aback, then at once recalled that this was Nan Shu of their own agency.

An old man out for his early morning stroll was the next to be caught in it, so badly startled that his eyes spun round several times before he could collect himself, and his beloved birdcage was sent flying into the air.

"Never mind. I was only reminding myself." With that, the mask and the black robe vanished, leaving behind only that violet quju robe, though this violet robe, however one looked at it, seemed to have grown considerably looser.

After the serpent soul had drained the more than ten thousand souls within the soul tower completely dry, it began competing with Tong Muhe over the corpse poison; the two serpent souls were hardly picky eaters compared to Tong Muhe, and did not spare a single corpse.

The spirit-gathering stone, by contrast, had a rather thick outer shell; when its spiritual energy was exhausted, that shell would turn amber, and after the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, the amber shell would turn gray, and once gray it would shatter and be ruined. Of course, no one could bear to watch a spirit-gathering stone turn gray—that would make one a squanderer of the family fortune.

Without Wang Ling's command, she who knelt had no right to rise; but if Wang Ling ordered Yao Qi to give Zuo Yi a taste of discipline, then the very next second, Zuo Yi would inevitably suffer hardships beyond imagining.

A vast, dark swarm of mosquitoes came surging like a tide, like a flood, the beating of their wings resounding to the heavens. He could see nothing at all; he only knew to run.

It was at this moment that Bu Qianhuai cupped his hands in a bow: "Thank you, Sect Master, for your care over these many days." Then he abruptly raised his head, and a blaze of unyielding fire burned in his eyes, like the blazing sun on high that evaporates all things under heaven—a gaze none dared meet.

After the Russian Empire's vanguard cavalry came to blows with the undead cavalry, word was sent back to the Amur City headquarters at the first opportunity. Having grasped the true state of affairs, the Russian Empire resolutely abandoned its follow-up reinforcements and ordered the vanguard cavalry to begin its retreat.

Mo Feng had never once let his own mistakes drag others down with him; back when Ke Cha had cornered him, he had known full well he was doomed, yet he had begged Ke Cha to let Pan Qi go—that was the same principle.

Under normal circumstances, whenever the city carried out these anti-vice campaigns, it would always first let some word leak out; after all, there were many foreigners in Shanghai, and the mix of people was rather complicated. In certain districts, these rather over-the-line entertainment venues existed as a tacitly permitted arrangement, and usually no one came to make trouble over them.

That day, when Chan Master Cihai gave him this string of sharira relics, perhaps he too had foreseen that a situation like this would one day arise.

He was the imperial envoy dispatched to deliver the decree, so the foremost task was naturally to convey the emperor's will. Han Yi donned his armor properly, mounted a sturdy horse, and, with a violet war cloak draped over him, accompanied Guo Rong to the training ground.

I nodded and walked along beside Yang Liguang. Together, the three of us headed for the place where we would wait to attend court.

"A holy beast? And one that has already reached the peak pressure of a holy beast at the moment of its hatching—you have seen a holy beast hatch?" A trace of astonishment surfaced on Jiang Feng's face.

Liu Yilan and Cheng Zhenjiang came forward to welcome them warmly. Cheng Zhenjiang was even more excited—at his rank, Elder Fan was nothing but a figure of legend.

The purple-gold gourd was his greatest reliance, but by the same token, he could not depend on it for everything. It was the divine artifact that had turned the tide for him in his most desperate hour, not a paving stone for him to slaughter at will in order to evade heaven's punishment.

It was only because Han Yi existed that men like Xiang Gua had, for the moment, no qualification to become targets of Wang Jun's marginalization. Who could help it, when Han Yi held the highest official rank, and the emperor all but took his every word as law?