Volume 1, Chapter 63: A Slap

Miraculously, the wound began to heal. In a short while, only a thin line of blood remained, which she wiped clean with a tissue. The Ghost Princess was breathing heavily and suddenly began to tremor all over as if suffering from a seizure. She spat out a mouthful of dark, foul blood, then slumped over her desk, panting heavily.

Though complex to describe, it all happened in the fraction of a thought. The fire-attribute magical energy began to gather at the center of her Dantian, rotating in accordance with Huang Xuanling's will.

"Greetings, Commander. This is not his fault; it was I who forced him to strike," Xiao Yi said, appearing deep in thought as if pondering something. Hearing this, Zhang Fugui quickly spoke up first. He had always prided himself on being upright and principled; his conflict with Xiao Yi was a personal grudge, and attributing it to military regulations would be confusing public matters with private ones.

They appeared one by one across various corners of the new world, holding mysterious spiritual dragons hundreds of feet tall, continuously deploying formations around the world and burying the spiritual dragons deep underground.

When Su Xiaodan placed the cup of water on the bedside table, Leng Xiaotian, who had already plunged into a state of madness, suddenly grabbed her, threw her onto the bed, and then frantically began to tear at her clothes and trousers.

No, not one; there should be fifteen. Once all his pets evolved into spiritual beasts, wouldn't he be able to watch whoever he pleased take a bath?

Heavenly Thunder said, "Nojiko, go fetch a piece of ice with wooden boards on it." The others simply didn't dare go and test the terrifying power of this bizarre flame.

"Wife, come inside and give me a hug," Lin Yifeng said as he lay there, smiling at Zhang Ziqi, who was sitting beside the bed.

I was surprised that Xuemeiniang volunteered, but I still let her go because I had a lot of confidence in her. Ice Consort herself strode over, holding a brownish Yin-Yang ruler, which supposedly had a legendary and formidable origin, crafted from startled-thunder wood.

That seemingly solid and indestructible rock cliff actually began to part like an automatic door to both sides after verifying Dr. Zhou's identity. In an instant, lights illuminated within the mountain, revealing a grand entrance at least five meters wide.

No one expected that the Japanese and puppet troops setting out from Huben and Hojiayu would completely ignore the harassment operations organized by the Ludong Military Sub-district. They directly and forcefully pushed through the mountainous region of eastern Huben, charging straight for the core area of the Taihang Base. The painstaking deployments of the military sub-district ultimately served no purpose at all.

"Troublesome fellow, when he could have just walked right in," Zhao Feng sighed, completely forgetting that it was he who had just told Ge Chao not to run around everywhere.

All eyes in the room immediately turned toward them, scaring Fu Can into a cold sweat. He pulled the old Daoist priest back and firmly clamped his hand over the man's eager mouth.

At three o'clock in the early morning of February tenth, while the sky was still shrouded in darkness, led by the militia cadres previously dispatched to various counties for rotational training, the participating militia secretly arrived at the outskirts of Caochaji. The Ludong and Huben Independent Battalions, cooperating in the operation, also severed the traffic lines between Caochaji and the outside world respectively.

Lin Xiaoli stared blankly at Lin Mianmian and muttered, "Lady Lin is truly too beautiful." Unconsciously, his sword dropped to the ground as he continued to stare fixedly at her.

"Hehe," Baidao laughed, though cold sweat was pouring down his face. As a third-tier martial artist, taking an attack from a first-tier martial artist would not be life-threatening, but if a vital spot took a hit and suffered damage, it could never be repaired.

Ding Huo felt as though his body in that moment was like a tattered linen sack that had suddenly been poured full of large basins of clear water, causing the liquid to spill out in all directions, completely unstoppable.

Wu Ming was clearly stunned, not knowing what to say, or perhaps failing to process that she would actually apologize to her.

Gu Lingge vaguely knew she was moving and fought desperately to open her eyes. What she saw was the vast grassland, with the city gates of Guicheng left far behind. If she guessed correctly, they were on their way back to Beicheng.

Tang Xiao gave it a disgruntled glare before turning his attention to Dai Qinglin, who was already half-dead before him.

"Your Highness, but the Emperor is still on the throne. Who knows in what year or month Your Highness will be able to ascend the throne!" The military advisor shook his head and said.

Can you imagine the scene of a grown man being blown squarely in the backside by a grenade launcher?

That miracle doctor was none other than the White-Haired Saber Saint who had made his name famous across Hexuo and shaken Jibei back in the day. No one knew his real name; they only knew his surname was Bai, and coupled with the fact that he had been white-haired since his youth and excelled in using sabers, killing people to him was as effortless as breathing.

At this moment, these people drew their sabers and swords, rushing toward Wu Tian in a chaotic swarm.

"Alright, crystals are indeed a strategic resource. I will make arrangements. If all else fails, we can make a trip to Changchun; it's not like we lack the capability," Lin Mu took the lead and said.

With a loud bang, the massive fireball collided violently with the torrent of water generated by the horned dragon, instantly filling the surroundings with dense steam.

"Quite candid. Since that was the past, what about the present?" Chang Tian said noncommittally, continuing his questioning.

The elf the higher-ups were looking for actually excelled in illusion arts, which gave the Three-Eyed captain a deeply ominous premonition. He felt that the Three-Eyed clan of the Contested Forest would likely suffer a baptism of blood in this conflict.

"One million heavenly coins is a very reasonable price. As for those people inside, just leave them to me," Wu Tian said with complete confidence.

Perhaps deep down she knew that Ye Wushuang was right: an assassin kills whoever they wish to kill, and only by retreating completely unscathed can they truly be called an assassin.

When it came to orders, Li Ermazi did not hesitate in the slightest. Although deprived of the right to participate in the fight, he immediately accepted the command.