Chapter 41

"An offer of amnesty?" Luo Xiangyu felt a slight surge of joy in his heart, though he did not let it show on his face. However, the force behind the carved iron rod in his hand intentionally lessened by a considerable margin.

"You want me to make things convenient for you, but who is going to make things convenient for me?" Liansheng had already drawn two diamond-wrought formidable weapons, determined to capture Yao Xi.

Seeing Mini, a faint glare of delight could not help but flash across Ilulu's eyes. That an expressionless person like Ilulu could reveal even this trace of fondness was a testament to how much she cherished Mini. Without hesitation, Ilulu reached out and patted Mini on the head.

Yet when the gains obtained by breaking the rules vastly outweigh the costs, the rules practically lose all binding force. At this moment, for the Lion-Tiger Alliance, the benefits of eliminating Luo Yi and the costs involved seemed to be roughly on par.

However, although this fellow Ye Feng's soul cultivation had reached such a high level, his physical body was so weak it was almost painful to look at. Who knew what was going on in his mind.

Everyone listened attentively; Hong Hao had even stopped crying, as if he had picked up on something.

"The Emperor has already issued an imperial decree leaving no survivors. A total of more than two thousand rebels were executed," He Feng'en said casually.

Just as that palm strike was about to land on Lin Yu, a much larger palm tore through the formation, charged inward, and shattered Liu Tianxiong's attack.

Liansheng's discerning eyes saw through the trick clearly: it turned out that ghosts cultivated through secret arts were pouring endlessly out of the bronze statue's mouth. Anyone who encountered this sorcery would, at best, suffer mental collapse and turn on each other, or at worst, become possessed by vengeful spirits and endure a living hell of agony.

"Why is the Senior here? It looks like you didn't come here of your own accord," Lin Yu asked.

Although Dai Dong had faith in his own strength and believed in the villagers' recognition of him, he still hoped to secure the position of village chief with absolute certainty. Any stone blocking his path had to be ruthlessly kicked away.

Seeing that Qiu Yue's mental state was poor and not knowing what was wrong, Ling Feng decided it was best to return first and let her stabilize her emotions before discussing anything further.

"That is your concern," Zifeng's cold voice rang out, showing not an ounce of mercy to the Japanese hounds. They were enemies to begin with, so why should they show any consideration for the other party? If the roles were reversed and the enemy held the dominant position today, how would they treat him?

"Greetings to you elder brothers, greetings to uncle." Upon seeing Luo Qianqiu and the others appear, she hurriedly performed a formal bow, especially towards Yue Lei, omitting none of the proper etiquette.

The two of them picked a relatively clean spot to rest for a while. Their dry rations had run out five days ago, and over the past few days, they had survived by hunting game and eating wild fruit.

That grassland was known as Bashang Grassland, located within the borders of Hebei province. Bai Yi asked Number Three why they, being Mongols, had chosen this place as their lair. Number Three only replied that generations of Golden Eagle Order members had lived there, though the reason remained unknown to him. Since it was a tradition passed down through the ages, there had to be some rationale behind it.

Although Chen Xi instinctively felt that the matter would not be settled so easily, she still agreed to Li Zhenxun's words.

Everyone returned to the surface of the Yuan Palace. Yixie and Wudong were supporting each other, their affection evidently having blossomed thoroughly through this shared ordeal. Yixie glanced back at Qixie from time to time, his throat moving as if to speak, but in the end, not a single word came out.

He had initially thought there was truly no other alternative, as at this point, there was nothing left to discuss. They certainly would not have wished for such events to unfold, but the situation had gone beyond their power to alter.

"Miss Fang loves to joke. When it comes to beauty, Miss Fang is hardly inferior; speaking like this only makes Xian'er feel utterly unworthy." Xian'er's cheeks flushed slightly as she felt a genuine sense of shyness.

Affairs of this world are inherently fickle. Since the Heavenly Demon Sect has already risen to power, the best course of action is to cooperate with them.

From his clashes with Song Xueyi until now, he discovered that every single move of Song Xueyi's was profound, far exceeding ordinary martial arts techniques.

It was impossible that Xia Junche was unaware of the massive commotion in the imperial palace last night, but even if he knew, what of it? Could he possibly interfere in his elder sister's affairs?

"Mrs. Sheng, how do you explain this?" He smiled smugly, as if he were today's undisputed winner.

In particular, the two cavalry forces led separately by Li Xin and Qin Feng cut through the vanguard and shattered defenses like broken bamboo. Their momentum was utterly unstoppable and fiercely sharp, as if nothing in the world could block their path.

Jueyu, on the opposite side, was resisting with all his might. Equally icy calm, he fought back while shifting his sword light continuously—on one hand blocking the silver sword images outside, and on the other, like a surging river, completely swallowing Qin Lie's figure.

For a long while she heard no further sounds. Raising her head to look, she discovered that the two figures were already gone from sight.

Her right shoulder appeared as though sliced by a sharp blade, severed completely clean, with only a shred of white bone remaining, dangling a few scattered pieces of torn flesh.

Whether driven by a burst of potential or fueled by anger, Shen Lang actually managed to ascend to the peak of the mountain.

The beast was evidently dissatisfied with Yang Chen's attitude and prepared to give him a taste of its power. But how could Immortal Yang be someone easily pushed around? Damn it, if they wanted to play hardball, he would gladly play along.

The entire world was shrouded in a blanket of darkness. Granny Lan and the others completely lost track of Ye Shaoxun's position at that moment, having already retreated a thousand miles away in a desperate effort to preserve their own lives.

Ye Zhen smiled wanly and touched her hairpin. "Really? I think it looks exceptionally pretty too." She showed not a shred of false modesty, as if she were naturally meant to possess such haughty confidence. Ye Mei gave an awkward smile, her gaze fixed upon the pearl and jade hairpin growing increasingly fervent.

Yet, after just such a short time apart, she had come down with a stomach ailment. Was it because of him or because of work issues? Should he take this as a sign that she cared, or assume that he had truly done something wrong?