“Lord Zhu, I must confess something to you, lest it becomes a barrier to our alliance in the future.”
Mao Haifeng stood up and said to Zhu Ping’an.
“General Mao, please speak,” Zhu Ping’an gestured.
“When Lord Zhu was marching towards southern Zhejiang, my army, led by Ye Zongman and the Songpu division, with 20,000 troops, took advantage of Shaoxing’s vulnerability and advanced north along the coast to attack the city. Of course, at the time of our two armies’ peace talks, Duke Hui had already sent messengers to order their withdrawal, and last evening, they urgently returned…”
At this, the servant began to hesitate, showing a troubled expression. He respectfully said to Young Master Yuan, “Please wait a moment, sir, I’ll fetch the master.” Without lingering, he scurried off to the back.
“The auction is about to start. Let’s see if there’ll be anything extraordinary this time. I’ve brought the entire fortune of the Zuo family,” Zuo Linhai said with a smile.
“It would be best to refine a few more. Four Meridian-Cleansing Pills: one each for the Qi family, Shi family, and Murong family. As for the remaining pill, I took the liberty of exchanging it for something. Take a look,” Shi Jingtian said, pulling out a stone of indiscernible appearance from his person.
Once again transformed into the sinister shadow, Xiao Ye was now grinning wickedly as he observed two groups fighting in the distance. One side consisted of three celestial immortals, while the other was a man who didn’t even seem to reach the celestial immortal level.
Gui Xi’s mood at this moment was torn between joy and sorrow. Despite the immense pressure from facing Xiao Ye, it had allowed him to successfully advance to a lower-tier divine beast under such strain, which also meant his status among demon cultivators would rise significantly in the future.
“Yes!” The Southern Army shouted the loudest, for they believed Xiao Han was invincible. The Imperial Guards and the troops from the prison city, however, were noticeably less confident.
Some warriors and nobles from the Southern Theater’s vassal states, upon hearing that the enemy’s Martial Saint had arrived, flocked to the camp of Yakunta and his group to hurl insults and accusations, denouncing Spartak’s rude invasion and atrocities.
With the Beamon Beastman clan as a branch of their forces, in the war against the Barcelonans, Xiangbo City and Zenit now had a greater chance of victory.
But Wang Ping’an exclaimed, “Oh no, my nephew’s got a stomachache and needs the latrine. I’ll be right back, right back!” Without waiting for Zhangsun Wuji’s consent, he clutched his stomach and bolted out of the room.
“Zuo Xufu, are you meddling in this matter too?” Zhao Batian asked. A Martial Emperor Level Five against a Martial Emperor Peak, he knew he had no chance of winning.
Half an hour later, an exhausted Liu Xianghan was wrapped in a bath towel by Mu Yuanbao and carried out horizontally.
“Could it be that Wang Si and his men held the line at Qili Crossing, fending off a Japanese regiment’s attack for a day and a night?” Upon hearing this, the Chief of Staff spoke with an expression of disbelief.
Back then, when Hu Xiao heard these people call him “Senior Brother” from below the arena, he felt moved. Though he knew it would be difficult to bring them back, he still made a promise.
But the position was bombed into chaos, either covered with a thick layer of dirt or with sandbags blown into the foxholes, filling them up. The fortifications they had painstakingly built were completely destroyed.
“Young Master! The workers are now going all out. The first batch of wine has officially started production, and it’s expected to enter the cellar in half a month!” Yuanbao reported the progress to Ying Xuan with excitement, his face brimming with anticipation.
After a while, he silently picked up his chopsticks and put the noodles in his mouth, his brows furrowed, looking somewhat pitiful and lonely.
Wang Si’s sniper rifle played a crucial role. He specifically targeted the Japanese soldiers rowing the rafts, picking off those near the poles, making it impossible for the Japanese to continue crossing to the opposite shore.
Bo Zimu’s mouth twitched. After greeting Yan An, he dragged the feigning-silly Chu Qino into the room to find Lu Yu.
Feng Renyuan narrowed his eyes. Apart from the porcelain, he hadn’t seen the other items in his master’s presence, so they must have been collected by his senior brother over the years.
