Chapter 78: Your Life, My Life

The men in suits and glasses moved with agility and speed, revealing the rigor of their training. Compared to those that Lin Yu had handled at District 1913, these suited men were of an entirely different caliber.

Faced with the sudden onslaught, Lin Shiyun remained unflustered. She stood her ground, calmly watching the men rush toward her, observing their movements, waiting...

“Yes, I already encountered a group yesterday, but they were quite weak and I dealt with them easily!” Yun Hao nodded. Even Xing Ji was stunned as he looked at Mu Gui—not only him, but also Feng Quan. Having followed His Majesty for years, they knew he was not one to joke about such matters.

After exchanging glances, the two guards' resolve only deepened; their attitude was firmer than before, and they reached out directly to grab Yun Hao.

Yun Hao had only spoken casually, but hearing Qingluan’s delicate voice, he could no longer restrain himself. He instructed Xing Qing to find a place to cultivate, then picked up Qingluan and vanished in a blink.

By now, the soldiers’ feet were covered in blood blisters; their hands trembled in the cold wind.

“Uh... then promise me, unless it’s absolutely necessary, don’t use it on people!” Dong Ling hurriedly reminded her.

It was a gaunt man, seemingly in his thirties or forties, who, even in death, clutched a chipped iron knife in his hand.

Realizing this, I had no time to explain to Qi Qi. I quickly grabbed her and we scrambled in panic beneath the city wall.

Fat Xiang beside him was still shaking him, but there was nothing more he could do. In just a few seconds, his legs stiffened and his soul departed this world.

Had they been given more time, perhaps they could have evolved past this weakness again, but clearly, now they had no such luxury.

Her back pressed against the door, her nose tingled, and her eyes burned with a fierce ache. Her face was warm; when she touched it, she realized she had already been weeping.

Within the black clouds, the ceaseless thunderclaps seemed to explode one after another inside Zhan Xiu’s mind, making him dizzy and disoriented, his muscles uncontrollably twitching and trembling.

Zhan Xiu felt darkness descend, a bitter taste rising in his throat before he spat a mouthful of blood. He was struck forward, collapsing onto the tea table, shattering cups and spilling water everywhere.

“All that remained of them was the shell that once belonged to the living!” The militia, already beginning to turn to corpses, struggled against their restraints, trying to break free to attack their former comrades. The soldiers holding their spears must have felt a pang in their hearts as they looked upon those twisted faces.

Marquis Xiahoulancang, an elder among the noble marquises, naturally did not wish to see the Gu family grow too powerful. Yet his words just now were simply to test the temperament of Marquis Beisu, Dantai Ruoxie.

He was still alive—unnatural, yet alive. Seeing his closed lips, the boy knelt down, gazing fixedly at his elder brother.

Li Yilan’s fingers, pressed against Xu Yaran’s lips, slowly moved across them. After a moment, Xu Yaran felt a coolness and realized Li Yilan’s fingers had quietly withdrawn.

A sudden pain struck, along with a suffocating discomfort, and looking up, she saw a twisted face leering at her, a trace of crimson at the corner of its mouth, making it all the more terrifying.

Surrounded by thousands of elite soldiers, there was no path to escape. Even with extraordinary abilities, it would be impossible to hold out under such overwhelming siege for even a moment! Defeat was imminent.

The Demon Emperor was calmer than Fang Li had expected. Even when faced with such humiliation, he did not charge in a rage but wisely chose to retreat.