Volume 1, Chapter 63: Jiang Mu's Strategy

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"First of all, I need to make one thing clear: the woman who was my wife for a lifetime was Ding Ling, not Xiao Bing." Seeing that there was still some time before entering the mission, Murong Chen prepared to briefly clarify the matter to these idle fellows.

One is essence burst, a secret technique belonging to the category of enhancing one's physical stats, which most martial generals can also perform. However, after combining everyone's secret techniques, Murong Chen optimized it so that it can increase the physical stats of martial generals at the inner-qi-leaving-the-body level by about 50%.

Looking up and seeing that Zhu Jun had walked quite a distance at some point, Hao Xin didn't have time to overthink and hurriedly followed.

As an elder of the Elder Hall of the Seven-Kill Gang, a remarkably prominent figure and a high-ranking member of the gang, he naturally knew about the gang's recent activities and the fact that the Xiao family was sending people over.

However, as for why it took a fancy to you, I have no idea either. Yet, since it is something chosen by it, nothing in the world can surely block its path.

The formidable attack power carried by the holy sword, coupled with its innate property of inflicting extra damage to dark-attribute entities, allowed the holy sword to deal quite a decent amount of damage with a single strike. Under the fierce impact, three more of the Yamata no Orochi's teetering colossal heads drooped down once again.

Just like now, the verbal sparring between Yuan Shao and Murong Chen had already ended, and single combat between martial generals had begun.

Zhuxie Chixin paid no mind to his reaction; he poured the wine into a wooden bowl, handed it over to the people on that side, and after clinking bowls, drained it in one gulp.

Right now, the state of the Yin-Yang Thunder Heart was far weaker than Thunder Resonance. If even this could cause injury to Ling Xu, it would simply be a joke.

"Damn it, should I look up or lower my head?" Yang Jian questioned himself inwardly. Under normal circumstances, Yang Jian would have chosen to lower his head without hesitation. However, by this point, his desires had swelled to a certain extent, and suppressing them again proved extremely difficult.

Yang Jian's hand felt his chest; the broken sword was hidden right there. Purple Pupil had permitted Yang Jian to bring the broken sword along for this mission to Japan. Now that this middle-aged man actually wanted to defile his Rain-Tears Cherry, Yang Jian didn't mind cutting off his dirty hands, even if doing so would expose his identity.

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Thinking back to the scene at departure, Yang Jian still felt somewhat overwhelmed—hundreds of V-44 four-engine tiltrotor aircraft took off from the airport, filling the sky as they flew eastward. In the past, such a scene was only ever witnessed in movies; experiencing it firsthand now, the feeling was entirely different.

However, Li Xu, the primary instigator and mastermind behind this, remained completely unharmed, suffering only some minor soul trauma due to the loss of this split soul and its associated spiritual consciousness.

"Are you alright?" Meng asked with a look of concern. "Don't worry, I'm fine. Dragon blood alone can't do anything to me; I was just trapped within the illusion it created and couldn't wake up. If it weren't for your help, I don't know how long we would have been at a deadlock—we might not have even woken up until the Chosen selection ended," Yang Jian said gratefully.

"Murong Feng, you are simply not a man! You don't dare to take responsibility for the things you've done, and instead push the blame onto a child. You are nothing more than a beast!" Zhong Jin could no longer restrain her anger at that moment.

Even between fathers and sons or masters and disciples, such actions were rare, let alone among others. There was no other reason—human hearts are separated by flesh, and one must always guard against others.

"Sigh." Watching several bandits riding on horses, Wang Hou shook his head somewhat helplessly and muttered under his breath.

Though he knew Zhong Shen was concerned for his sister, going about it in such a manner was merely meddling with good intentions and making things worse.

"Hoo~" Zhao Ming moved his hands in succession, and a violent surge of energy gathered in his palms. Overbearing thunder force rippled outward, gradually revealing its sharp edge. Sensing this incomparable sense of abundant power, a satisfied smile curved the corners of Zhao Ming's mouth.

Evelyn lowered her head upon hearing this, her bright eyes suffused with a heavy look of worry. The captain's words echoed the very fears she had harbored ever since recovering her family heirloom.

Especially after getting into a rhythm, everyone seemed to grow indifferent to life and death. A unified conviction settled over all of them: they had to punch through this thousand-man phalanx, with no other thoughts in mind.

When I finally realized what was happening, a jolt of shock coursed through my heart, and I almost dared not look down at the person who was still holding me aloft. With my gaze lowered and averted, I could only see stumbling footsteps beneath my field of vision, and the next second, I was hurled onto the ground. In the periphery of my vision, at a tilted angle of the body, a resounding crash rang out.

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Yi Zhiheng and Yi Minglan, a brother and sister who had lost both mother and father, relied entirely on He Biao to grow up healthily and achieve their current careers. Although she had previously broken the seal to awaken Yi Tiankun and given her a tongue-lashing, at a time like this, she still couldn't help but ask that question.

Before long, the monk Fan's figure vanished from the living room. Seeing this, Xianglong turned to look at Irina and the others, a smile gracing his face.

Aside from money, there were also four boxes of gifts, four bolts of fabric, and a pair of top-grade mutton-fat jade-carved lucky bean pendants, which were exceedingly precious.

Seeing that the situation was turning ominous, Lin Xiaolei employed the Taiji Guardian Sword Technique, weaving a barrier composed of sword light in front of her.

"Not knowing means not knowing. What do you mean by 'stubborn as a dead duck'? Is this how you treat your elders?" She simply refused to admit it—so what? Did they expect to pry her mouth open by force?

"It's my lucky charm. Really, I couldn't sleep at night and wanted to find my charm, but I couldn't, so I figured I must have left it here and rushed over in a hurry," the person claiming to be a staff member replied.

Quan Shengnan was very fond of Old Mrs. Chang, and involuntarily opened her Heavenly Eye to peer into the old woman's future.

It was the late Shaoxing period of the Southern Song Dynasty. The Great Marshal of the Northern Kingdom, Wanyan Wuzhu, had already passed away, while the invincible fierce general of the Southern Kingdom, Yue Feng (Yue Fei), due to his stubborn insistence on pressing straight to Huanglong, had been executed by the emperor through the proxy of Qin Hui on fabricated charges at the Wind Wave Pavilion. Consequently, relations between the Song and Jin dynasties grew even more subdued.

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