Chapter 79: The Banquet at Hongmen

As the sun set in the west, the evening glow dyed half the sky crimson like blood. When Zhao Su arrived at the northern city gate of Henan Prefecture with a large entourage, the governor Chen Jiahui, the Lu and Xu families, and other local gentry and aristocrats were already waiting at the gate.

“The Crown Prince has arrived, prepare to greet him!” the herald shouted.

Chen Jiahui and the gentry all knelt in welcome, their lips murmuring...

After much deliberation, Liu Xinghe found a nearby cave and carved a sigil array at its entrance. One array was insufficient, so Liu Xinghe spent an entire day laying seven formations. He reckoned that even a Nascent Soul cultivator would be blocked for a while, but if a Divine Transformation master came, then fate had decreed the end; no amount of arrays could save him.

He deftly dodged the shield's attack and simultaneously broke Bai Yufei's martial technique.

At this point, Li Dong unconsciously clenched his fists. Zhao Xuanxin knew he was devoted to turning Sword Gate into a great school, bearing a heavy burden on his shoulders.

With a flick, a cup appeared in Qin Bei's hand out of thin air. Because it was a bit large, he didn’t hold it steadily, and some water spilled.

“P-p-presenting respects to the Holy Lord!” In the end, the Eastern City Lord knelt before me, his face wavering with hesitation, as if he still couldn’t quite believe what he saw.

Yet, in the world of martial arts, he was considered a formidable figure, ranked near the top.

Now, those nearby began to criticize the old woman, while some went home to fetch tools, intending to help Suyun bury her child.

“A thousand! Top-grade spirit stones! Why don’t you just rob me?” Qin Bei erupted in rage, his fury rising. As a sage of the Dao, shouldn’t you be less greedy for such worldly things?

With this sword, Chu Shaoyang not only activated the godstone energy within the Nine Tribulation Thunder Sword, but also unleashed his own internal thunder force.

“Hygiene device?” Drawn by the shout, I turned to look; I had never heard of such a thing.

Everyone knew the looks of Gong Yuanzheng and Qin Manman; with attractive parents, the child was almost certainly good-looking as well.

Yurian laughed aloud, then glanced toward a lively young man conversing with a European.

Su Ling agreed with the approach, patting Rong Yuan’s shoulder in a boss-like manner.

The bayonet had to remain; whether it could be attached after firing instead of before, required extensive field testing before reaching a conclusion.

Such a mighty foe, beneath Guan Sheng’s blade, had no strength left to resist—he was simply beheaded.

Li Lei was utterly confused, unsure where so many relatives had come from, some of whom hadn’t been in touch for decades.

The front mountain was heavily guarded, with guards rotating patrols at the palace gates. Anyone with weak martial skills risked discovery. Fortunately, Xue Zhongzi was highly skilled and found no opponents at the gate.

With the help of the Azure Wing talisman, Li Yang easily avoided three flying puppet beasts and launched spell attacks at six archer puppets.

As they walked, they passed many stone chambers with tightly shut doors, each marked with a number and a round recess.

At his appearance, every gaze in the hall turned to him. When they saw Xuanyuan Zhaiyang, all disciples of the Xuanyuan clan grew excited.

The departing Empress Xiyue’s pupils suddenly contracted to pinpoints, her body frozen for a moment before relaxing. She cast a fearful glance at Emperor Yunxiao, who was sipping tea.

The dios armor began to change shape. Tony opened his arms in an embrace, joints—fingers, wrists, elbows—clicking open, revealing countless black interfaces hidden in the seams.

But at that moment, he couldn’t help but think, though it was still distant, he was forced to consider it.