Chapter 85: Little Bai, I'll Take Care of You

Of course, once Hikawa discovered the use of Shadow Clone, she immediately pressed the attack. Yet before the taciturn Yan could even prepare to dodge, Hikawa’s fist was seized by a large, furry hand.

After a desperate, all-out battle, the final clash had drained Luo Hun of all his strength. Now, gravely wounded, his complexion was ashen as death, utterly powerless to continue fighting.

“You had best not be feigning this, or you will never find peace, not in this life or the next,” Dreamless Sky said, his brows arched in anger as he glared at Ouyang Yan.

A few cups of wine swiftly drew Yang Yu, Shi San, and Jia Xing closer together. They exchanged hearty laughter. Shi San remained silent, but the sharp vigilance in his gaze softened considerably.

A lotus leaf was shifted overhead, shielding him from the sun. Wu Ya’s expression grew more serious; a bead of sweat slid from his brow and fell onto the flagstone at his feet.

“Princess, thank you for standing up for me,” Ouyang Yan finally let out a breath and turned to bow to Dongfang Xue’er, expressing his gratitude.

“And to think it’s soul-devouring cultivation—I’ve never even heard of such a thing before,” Liu Yuntian remarked.

Some of the free lancers, upon learning about the revolutionary ideals of the Fuwei Pirates, actually defected and joined their ranks, becoming comrades in the red revolution.

If Ye Langtian and Jiang Bodhi were true prodigies of the Dao, then Guo Dalu was a natural-born Daoist body, a genius among geniuses.

“Your mastery of talisman arrays is unparalleled in the world. I thought if you could refine it further, even when facing Sun Wukong, you might still have a chance of escape,” the Azure Bull said to Guo Dalu, abruptly offering a seemingly random compliment.

To stop the panicked carriage, Lu Jin’s left shoulder was violently struck by the carriage wall. The pain was excruciating, and upon returning home and removing his clothes, he discovered his shoulder was swollen and bruised, dark blood seeping beneath the skin.

Even if Master Xuanqing hadn’t gone into seclusion, the North Sea Sect would still have struggled to withstand the combined assault of the six great sects.

With a cold, mocking retort, the Princess Taiping finally returned, her delicate face flushed with anger, willow brows arched high—she was clearly furious.

If they truly pinned the crime on Wudang, even with several more top-tier martial artists, they would still be no match for their adversaries.

Karazan, on the verge of tears, was forced to accept these rumors, and gritted his teeth to continue. He even went so far as to rename his gathered forces the Pegasus Workers’ and Peasants’ Revolutionary Army, Karazan Regiment.

The door to the room was pushed open. Li Hao poked his head in and, seeing Li Shen still seated by the window, scratched his head in confusion, walked over, and waved a hand in front of Li Shen’s eyes.

“How is You Ruo now?” she asked. She had sent a maid to inquire earlier, and had been told all was well, but by his account, You Ruo was in real danger.

I was left speechless, though this time it drew many disapproving stares, and I realized, to my surprise, that I had lost someone utterly unforeseen.

Xia Tian swung his sword with both hands, but failed to strike even a single mechanical scorpion, as the drones destroyed every one before they could even get close. Already, a thick layer of metallic debris had built up before him—the remains of the defeated scorpions.

Once all was settled, Huang Tian descended from the sky and approached Emperor Yang Qing. Suddenly, he dropped to one knee, presenting the Sword of Creation before him.

The tranquility of this moment was vastly different from that on Mount Emei. Then, the silence was merely a punishment for the soul—if one could not endure, a simple apology to the master would suffice. But now, this silence was like an invisible sword driven into the heart; if one could not bear it, they would perish instantly, becoming nothing but a wandering spirit.

Three men sat in the side hall of the grand palace, drinking heartily. One was clad in black imperial robes, mighty and resolute; another wore white dragon robes, cold and sinister; the third, in crimson armor, was wild and unruly. They were the three brothers: the Bull Demon King, the Flood Dragon King, and Sun Wukong. As soon as the Flood Dragon King arrived, the three gathered together, drinking and making merry.

Lin Zhixiao dared not stray far from the soldiers at the foot of Haofeng. Not until dusk did Du Zhan, Tang Mofan, Du Ning, Lin Xiaojiang, Lin Xiaohe, and Lin Xiao Hai all ascend Haofeng to find him.

Letting the cold wind howl and the chill bite, she only wept in silence. The wind turned her cheeks crimson as if cut by a blade.

“Sixteen-foot Golden Body!” To everyone’s astonishment, they saw the Apothecary’s body suddenly grow to over six fathoms long, his entire form glimmering gold, like a living statue, nine layers of radiant light shining behind him.

No sooner had I finished speaking than the tobacco in Yue Qianling’s hand scattered across the floor. Qin Yishou, heart aching, hurriedly crouched to gather it up, so clumsy that I almost laughed. Someone like Wei Yong, who could have both wealth and honor, was actually distressed over a packet of cheap tobacco.

When this name was mentioned at home, it immediately won everyone’s approval; all agreed that “Yuanbao Pot” was a fine name.

Because Ning Yi had been specifically asked to notify them in the morning, the Yun family had prepared a meal, planning to have the whole Yun family stay for dinner.

Yet Yan Ye had no intention of staying with him until the end. After the thundering hooves had passed, the traps they rode over collapsed in their wake. A huge pit opened in the road, with horse screams and human shouts echoing from behind. Luo Qing did not look back, but the fury in his eyes only grew.

Thinking of this, Chang Xiao suddenly recalled the white-robed man she’d bumped into earlier—so handsome he was a pleasure just to look at. She resolved that from now on, this would be her standard. Her cheeks flushed red.

He Zhen returned home, troubled by the same questions that plagued Yun Zhu.

Moreover, Ming did not wait long. After a brief respite and resupply, they swiftly launched an attack on the port of Tunis.

On the American side, chains of tracers rose from the ground—their anti-aircraft guns firing at the Ming bombers. But with their fighters held at bay, relying solely on ground-based anti-aircraft fire to stop those veteran Ming pilots was a hopeless endeavor.