Chapter 45
Their assignment was not limited to this single match alone; the subsequent two-legged Champions League semi-finals between Bayern and Real Madrid were also part of the schedule. Moreover, regardless of whether Bayern ultimately advanced to the final, they would remain in Munich for another half-month to await the ultimate showdown.
Accompanying him this time was Hauge, the uncle of Great Chieftain Atai and also one of the prominent figures of the Nalin tribe.
Before long, the rogue, alerted by the resonance stone, stealthily made his way through the shadows toward a towering mountain of trash that emitted a foul stench capable of traveling several miles.
Although he had already entered the fold of the Maoshan Sect, achieving even the most rudimentary application of magical power like the one he had just witnessed—using a teapot to boil water—would still require quite some time.
If Ji Kao were here at this moment, he would undoubtedly be utterly astonished. This formation bore an uncanny resemblance to a scene straight out of a video game: armored vanguard clearing the way, colossal beasts providing defense, and mages healing from behind.
Qingfeng stood with his hands clasped behind his back, trying his best to explain to the other party in a calm tone, while inwardly sighing that his mental fortitude and cultivation were still insufficient; otherwise, why would such an impulse to kick the person out the door even cross his mind?
Regardless of their individual motives, all factions shared one common objective: to utterly annihilate these Sidwa people. Leaving not a single one alive would be the most ideal outcome.
The others were evidently well aware of Gushen’s personality, so they were already accustomed to it and quietly listened.
"What? Another checkup this afternoon? I'm not doing it, absolutely not! If I keep getting checked, I'll actually end up sick!" After finishing his meal, He Guoxing adamantly refused to undergo any further medical examinations.
Although incomparable to the constantly expanding Salvation Guild, if the three forces were to take precautions and establish a mutual defense alliance in advance, they would indeed pose a formidable nut to crack.
When the moment arrived, however, Lin Yao found herself hesitating. Just as she was wavering, uncertain whether she should knock on the door or not, Ye Yuelong's voice abruptly echoed from behind her.
Suddenly, Zhu Pingjin burst into laughter. He pulled Liao Daheng up, personally escorted him to a chair, and then seated himself nearby.
"How long ago was that Gu poison planted?" Helan Yao suddenly began to understand the reason behind Long Shaoyan's irritating attitude earlier that morning.
The knocking on the door outside recalled Helan Yao's straying thoughts. She inwardly scolded herself: I'm getting more and more infantile, actually daydreaming over a fool.
Yet even he had never expected that Lin Suyin would actually dare to dump an entire glass of red wine onto Qian Wangsun's face during the evening banquet.
"You should address her as Princess Consort; that is the protocol." The man sitting opposite Helan Yao spoke up. The moment he began to talk, Helan Yao felt a wave of discomfort, stemming from his overly chilling vocal timbre.
Su Ruhui naturally dared not say no. In truth, staying here was awkward enough; aside from Consort Gu occasionally whispering a few words to her, and Empress Zhou occasionally offering some care perhaps out of regard for Consort Gu, she could only watch as Huo Qingxie and the others amused the Empress Dowager to her heart's content.
Lin Yan saluted the three superior officers while reporting on the situation of the Third Battalion: "Our battalion's fortifications have been constructed smoothly! Every seventy paces along the defensive line, there is a protruding watchtower, complemented by trenches, caltrops, and traps outside; there are also blockhouses at the pier."
She leaned against a dark ebony couch, beside which stood a screen inlaid with mica and hand-painted with landscapes by a master of the previous dynasty. Such an item would suffice as a family heirloom in an ordinary household, but in the Prince of Ning's mansion, it was merely commonplace scenery found everywhere.
The masked figure smiled and nodded without speaking, casting a look of unexpected surprise toward Lin Yu.
A dashing young man passing by on the street had no idea what the two were discussing; he only felt that something was strange, and hurried past, preoccupied with his own affairs.
However, Luoyang Yu was the first to arrive, riding the flying sword "Zhao Fen." Upon seeing the crimson thread, his expression changed drastically in sheer shock.
Ah Jin casually slipped into one of the empty troop-transport flying boats, finding a hidden corner where no one could see him to conceal himself. This time, thankfully, he didn't need to play the gecko clinging to a wall.
"Wow, why is this Mozi so vicious? He doesn't even spare the corpses," the fat man complained, finally unable to hold back his disgust.
At this split second, only that solitary tear remained in his sharp eyes, resembling a cluster of sea foam that abruptly transformed into a primordial speck of the cosmos.
Across that land soaked in blood, everyone had been silently murdered in their sleep, and the perpetrators evidently possessed formidable strength. Unwilling to court extra trouble and fearing that the killers might return, the caravan immediately departed after a brief inspection, pressing westward without a moment's rest.
Yanyan gently brushed aside the white hair covering his forehead, revealing a weathered and decadent face, yet his lips curved into a confident smile. After letting out a weird, cackling laugh, he looked toward Hou Canshu and said, "Just an old monkey who has gained sentience, and yet you dare show off in front of me." With that, the hand he had kept behind his back moved forward, his five fingers curling into a claw as he swept downward.
Dong Shuqiang was also aware of this matter, and he secretly vowed that if the body-swap succeeded, he would make this bunch of scumbags regret ever coming into this world.
These were all creatures of its own kind, and even though they viewed it as a mortal enemy, it still did not want them to perish entirely beneath Jishan's flying sword. By launching a preemptive attack, though it prevented precise fatal strikes and meant its kin would suffer some physical pain, they would at least retain their lives.
The Foolish King wore an ugly expression after being rebuked, and drawing his bow, he loosed an arrow with a "swish." However, the arrow was deflected mid-air by another incoming arrow. Wanzi put away his bow and sneered as he watched the Foolish King, while Dayu, upon seeing that this cat-rider actually dared to make a move, instantly became as pumped up as if injected with chicken blood.
Yet these twenty men rose abruptly as if impervious to pain and injury, looking at Qin Yuan with utter tranquility in their gazes—devoid of both suffering and hatred.
On the arena stage, the two figures simultaneously unleashed their footwork, darting unpredictably like ghosts from east to west, leaving the numerous Seven Stars disciples watching from afar completely dazzled.
They did not even dare to raise their heads to look at Ren Yixu's face; in their eyes, Ren Yixu was nothing short of a devil.
"Hmph, you unbridled rogue! The monk may run, but the temple can't run away! Don't let me catch you!" Daoist Master Yuran said with disdain, as though she had guessed the inner thoughts of Daoist Master Tianhua.
Situ Meina's gaze fell upon Liu Jie. During the dance just moments ago, Liu Jie's attitude had already struck her as odd; the moment Chen Wei finished dancing, Liu Jie had brought a glass of lemonade directly over to him and handed it to him.
"Welcome to the Territory War Trial battlefield! Matching is currently in progress, please wait~" a system prompt chimed.
Countless startled gazes converged upon the youth in the arena, only to see Wuxuan still keeping his gaze lowered, gently plucking the strings, utterly calm and unruffled.