Chapter 59: The Hardship of Internal Force

When she opened her eyes and looked up at the sky again, a shooting star flashed across her vision. Its light was dimmer than all the others, making You Ling’s heart suddenly lurch.

He rejoiced at the rise of the royal bloodline, and Li Suiwen seemed unconcerned about his own faction being suppressed, smiling as he spoke of the art of governance until that day arrived.

It was only after enduring the fierce onslaught of the formation, managing to enter a lull, and seizing the chance to strike at several core nodes, that the ancient array was finally halted.

Feng Qianyu gazed at the slowly fading sphere of spiritual energy, a faint smile playing at her lips. Did they truly believe that just because the walls were shrouded in spiritual energy, she wouldn’t be able to hear them?

With a swipe of her left hand, a sharp aura like a claw shot forth, slicing through the bodies of five or six Gulus with ease.

But if the punishment was so light, it would hardly serve as a deterrent for those to come. If the punishment was handed down lightly, there would only be more violations in the future. Zhu Youjian muttered, as though talking to himself, yet it seemed he was seeking advice from Gao Qiqian.

The taste of dragon blood carried a faint, peculiar tang, yet it was not at all repulsive.

Heaven’s wrath showed no sign of abating. With a single thunderclap, countless lives were snuffed out in an instant. The cacophony ceased abruptly, only to erupt again, growing ever more deafening.

The foreign cannons were divided into two groups: one allocated to the city of Malacca, the other to Wang Zhi’s forces. Nearly a hundred cannons lined a single city wall.

“I heard you and Lin Xiangyu have separated again?” Li Muye, holding his wine glass, poured drink after drink down his throat.

Disaster loomed for Yinglong! As he seemed ready to perish alongside Moxue, the same thought flashed through the minds of several great cultivators.

Huiming uttered a Buddhist chant and withdrew quietly to one side, which made Zhang Tongxuan secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

The water sword alone could wound an ordinary grandmaster, and if one counted the hidden power of Ximen Miexing within, this move could sweep through the grandmaster realm and annihilate them.

The major in charge of the reception watched as the armored vehicle departed, lowering his raised arm with a look of surprise. Why would General Long go to the logistics division instead of the training center at a time like this?

Another group immediately set out to find the sultan on the island, seeking his full support. Only with the local sultan’s backing could they hope to endure.

The Chronicler described the contest between Yun Ye and Chen Jinzhong as a clash lasting no longer than a spark. The nearby guards finally reacted, seizing their weapons and surrounding the three.

Thus, barely had they gone a short distance before half the team was ensnared in the peach grove, caught amid the blossoms.

After hearing the news over the phone, Jiang Na arrived soon, accompanied by company security.

Everything remained unchanged, but the Zhang family had somehow set such a trap. I couldn’t help but look up at the ancient mirrors above me. They were clearly arranged in a set pattern—how could there be a mistake? Yet when I looked up, I froze.

The tunnel within the cave was rough, the ground uneven and pitted, but there were some phosphorescent stones scattered about, naturally formed underground.

Wu Man, who had been silently sitting to the side, finally spoke. She hadn’t intended to defend the Fang sisters, but the Empress Dowager’s words were so outrageous, she could not simply let them pass.

“He’s a demon, a demon!” shouted the soldier closest to Chen Tian, dropping his weapon, his face a mask of terror and nothing else.

“Since the Empress Dowager claims you’re blessed, why don’t you sit beside me and share in her fortune?” said Zhongzheng Jin with a smile after she stood up.

Liu Fu had long been aware of Wu Man’s inner turmoil, but some things were better left unsaid. She could only watch Wu Man vent her madness.

Huang De’s eyelid twitched violently. He had been extremely cautious with that matter—no one but himself knew. Beads of sweat slowly formed on his forehead. With a trembling hand, he tried to wipe them away, only making himself look more disheveled.

The soldier then turned and left. To avoid being harassed by the bodyguards again, Mortedi followed after him.

Lin Qiu thought extorting protection money was a good idea, but after weighing the pros and cons, he abandoned the tempting notion.

Mu Chenghuan fell silent and kept drawing cards. Determined to avoid having a lousy teammate this round, Han Dong resolutely took the landlord’s seat.

Wang Yang once again gathered energy into the Tai’e Sword and said to us, “Let’s attack together. Otherwise, none of us will escape this place.” With that, he charged forward.

Xia Ran gave a wicked smile, his cunning face half-concealed by his fingers. The subtlety of the gesture made more than a few hearts flutter.

The patriarch of the Bai family, apparently enraged by my resistance, lunged at me in a frenzy, pinning me to the ground and raining blows upon me.

“Commandant, I am an inspector, not your subordinate. You have no authority to order me!” Ge Hong shouted in fury.

Hua An spent over two months sleeping curled up, and at the arrival of the first snow, he was finally able to lie down to sleep.

Suddenly, he let out a muffled groan, caused by a new object lodged in his chest—a gleaming, bloodless blade tip protruding from his back. It was the Heartbreaker Blade, Old Thirteen’s weapon. But now, it pierced not the heart, but the chest.

In front of Chongde Hall, Zhang Rang waited a long time without seeing Liu Hong emerge and knew he must have fallen asleep. He gave instructions to Zhao Zhong and the others, and followed his original plan to set out for Jizhou.

Sometimes, her father could hardly be blamed; before those misunderstandings arose, he had treated both sisters fairly.

When Ye Chongqian opened the door wrapped in a towel, he saw An Chu squatting, her chest exposed in the sudden light.

Fortunately, Auntie witnessed the scene and kindly brought Shen Enran a glass of milk. Shen Xingxi, satisfied, shifted position in Shen Enran’s arms, and stealthily shot a provocative glance at Lu Tingshen across from her.

When He Jingjing returned home, she found that Ye Haixuan had come and was chatting with her two younger sisters in the courtyard.

But after a few breaths, his gaze softened, becoming gentle and loving as he looked at the two figures embracing tightly in the void, a hint of happiness lingering at the corners of his mouth.