Chapter 026: The Strange Man Behind the Black Iron Door

After I severed the source of corpse poison hidden within Captain Cui, I immediately called for an ambulance and had him sent to the hospital.

Captain Cui spent an entire night in the operating room, while I kept vigil outside.

Fortunately, his life was not in danger; the doctor said he’d merely lost a chunk of flesh from his shoulder, though his internal injuries were severe.

He’d been beaten to such a state, and it was only thanks to his years of training and superior physical constitution that he survived.

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“Useless! These demon clan infiltrators are so incompetent. Only now that I’ve arrived has Feng City finally been taken.” That was what Emperor Yuan declared.

There was no time like the present, and Mu Bai Xinghe had long yearned to defeat him under the guise of this so-called internal martial arts association exchange. He would give him this opportunity.

The Crown Princess naturally harbored many grievances against the Prince Yu’s household, but given the Jiang family’s influence, the Eastern Palace could only swallow their anger and dared not do anything to Jiang Ning.

Yu Qinghe came from humble origins. Even with his astonishing cultivation, lacking support from powerful figures, he could never seize control of the Yuanming Dynasty’s crucial front-line stronghold.

Usually, his slightly wavy, tousled hair was like threads of sunlight. Now it hung in messy, damp strands.

He had no idea if his special abilities would work on such a monster, but at this moment, he could only hope for a miracle.

Ning Chenyan glanced over the faces of the crowd and could roughly guess their thoughts. Yet he kept his observations to himself, his expression perfectly composed.

The army was wild-eyed with bloodlust. The Iron Guard, Shield and Sword Battalion, and the Long Spear Battalion launched into a frenzied assault, loosing a storm of arrows before charging directly into the Chu army’s camp.

He glanced at the bicycle left behind him—while Song Sixuan was only five steps ahead, he could neither catch up nor fall further behind.

“There’s no time to delay. For now, this is our only option. It seems I’ll have to sneak into the Hall of Valor tonight!” With so many members, the Canal Gang would likely deal with this small amount of gunpowder in just a day or two.

“Don’t worry. I’ll cut off their legs first. You can finish them afterward!” The middle-aged man sneered, glancing back before swinging his sword. A terrifying wave of sword energy swept forth. Xie Tong and Bai Suiling realized they could neither evade nor defend; this man’s cultivation was far beyond that of Xia Wushuang and her ilk.

That night, faint murmurs drifted from within Lü Bu’s tent, the sounds of fear vanishing into the wailing, icy wind. The guards outside, hearing nothing, stood motionless at their posts.

Some died, others surrendered. Zhang Yan’s mighty army, once tens of thousands strong, was now reduced to fewer than three thousand at his side.

Before long, under the starlight, Yue Chen saw garments being flung out one after another, followed by the sound of hurried, ragged breaths.

“Master, is this what you intend?” The ancient soul had grasped Long Yang’s meaning, but sought further confirmation.

Prompted by He Mu, Wei Bian immediately led his troops to seize a watchtower. Though the action was small, it was enough to serve as a warning to Gao Hong and Tao Bei.

With such a peerless master on his side, eliminating any rival would be a simple feat. In time, not just the Black Lotus Society, but the entire continent of Niri would be his. Sitting through the night, he could not help but secretly rejoice countless times.

At that moment, the youth slowly hefted his greatsword onto his shoulder, swinging it with ease. With utter disdain, he glanced at Li Jianting and the others on horseback.

Ling Feng never expected Shi Li to so easily subdue a mid-to-late-stage sea demon of the Firmament Realm, nor that Shi Li would be so ruthless as to hunt him down in the very lair of sea demons.

He could tell Tang Ma was a local because of his slight lisp and thick accent. Just hearing him speak, Tian Wuming could guess as much. Accents are like that; one listen is enough to tell where someone’s from—provided you’re experienced enough.

The tall, thin man stared in shock at the banknote’s face value of one hundred taels, then quickly pocketed it. His flattery grew even more exaggerated, praising Jun Qiluo as if she were unrivaled under heaven.