Chapter 25

A jarring, soul-crushing ringtone blared out. The wandering monk’s face flushed red, and he hurriedly pressed the answer button.

Zhu Nao did not order a forced assault on the city. At this stage of the battle, there was no need for further senseless aggression. Every half-hour, he sent envoys to the foot of the city walls to call for negotiations, hoping to sit down with those inside, but no one ever stepped forward to engage. Each time, the envoys returned empty-handed.

However, the Tang army offered them no respite. After two rounds of cavalry charges, the infantry followed with a fierce assault. Operating in squads of one hundred, they carved the Tibetan forces into isolated pockets, cutting off their lines of communication and annihilating them group by group.

Jiro Miyamoto was the founder of the Miyamoto Itto-ryu in the East, the direct grandson of Ryuichi Miyamoto, and the legitimate heir to the Miyamoto school.

Recalling their impatient attitude just moments before, the security guards apologized awkwardly and immediately scurried away.

"Come now, he is the Princess's consort after all. Do you really want to see her spend her life in an empty room?" A-Qin pulled A-Hua along as they walked outside.

Although Lian had previously said that this guy wasn't much of a threat, the truth was… if one were to be slammed hard by him, it would still result in significant injury. Of course, since the creature itself had no intention of charging, the actual level of danger wasn't all that high.

Later, Cheng Yi’s father had always longed for a son, but his business dealings kept him away from home. When Cheng Yi was seven, a secret power struggle broke out; the stress and indignation were too much for his father, and he did not survive the winter.

Upon hearing the news from Xu Fan, who had just returned to the car, Han Dongxu felt a surge of both excitement and nervousness.

"Very well. Debts must be repaid, and lives must be atoned for with blood—this is the way of the world. Since you seek vengeance, let us strike a pact of life and death." said Master Yulang.

"Are you going out again?" Liu E had been listening to their conversation from behind the door. Only after Cui Hao left did she emerge, pale-faced and asking with a weary tone.

"I’m giving it to you for my wife’s sake, but are you sure you won't reconsider my conditions?" Situ Xuan insisted, unwilling to give up.

"Feng'er, surely you aren't so impatient as to forget your manners when coming to pay respects to your father?" Gui Ming had spotted Zi Feng from a distance and spoke with a kindly expression. He assumed the boy had been slighted somewhere again; Zi Feng always came to him to complain, and Gui Ming had long since grown accustomed to it.

In a matter of seconds, the sacred ground erupted in brilliant radiance. As ribbons of golden light surged for thousands of miles, a series of thunderous roars and cracking sounds echoed throughout the air.

Ye Lan could not bring himself to believe that the car had simply driven off. His intuition told him that the other party was definitely still tailing them, and that among them, there were certainly multiple members of the Seven Luminaries.

When Qiao Ling'er heard what Mo Li said, she became even more displeased. She felt that Mo Li was clearly mocking her, even though everything she had said was for his own good. Now that Mo Li had spoken to her this way, Qiao Ling'er felt heartbroken.

They didn't care if Lin Qianyi had a boyfriend, nor did they care if she was truly being kept by some older man from out of town as Lin Xin had previously hinted. All they cared about was whether they might have a chance to get close to her.

Liu Ruoshi’s laughter showed no signs of fading; she doubled over so violently that Su Baibai began to worry she might get a stomachache.

To the northeast of the Pulse Sea, in a land of fairytales, the spiritual energy had vanished completely. Aquatic plants wiggled slowly, absorbing the nourishing essence from the lakebed and releasing it bit by bit, cycling to form new spiritual energy that nourished the realm.

It seemed he had truly been bewitched by her words. What had he been thinking of her? Having lived for so long, had he not turned into a monster himself?

Li Xiyun extended her jade-like hand, her wide sleeves unfolding and fluttering in the breeze. The hundred flowers embroidered upon them seemed to come to life, brimming with the vibrant vitality of spring.

As for the man in red, standing peerless and graceful surrounded by men in black, Qinghe recognized him immediately: it was without a doubt Si Xueyi.

Mu Cheng no longer had the courage to watch or listen to her anymore. He pulled her into his arms, drawing her toward him, and silenced her with a kiss.

Tieshan Wu, sitting inside the prisoner transport cage, showed a look of shock for the very first time. It was worth noting how incredibly difficult it was to elicit such an expression from him.

That fool Lu Bingde—he spent his days performing acts of charity and playing the anonymous donor, but what did that matter?

"We... we are about to break up." As Zhao Nannan spoke, his eyes turned red. He truly could not bear the thought of ending things.

Because the demonic cult expert had received intelligence that there were only six masters in Lanluo City, he had not anticipated the presence of other top-tier experts.

"When I first arrived in this city, everyone told me that the dishes at the Juxian Restaurant were famously delicious."

Due to what had just happened, Ruan Ruan and Zheng Xiaoxiao were no longer as warm toward her as they had been when she first arrived. They merely exchanged simple greetings. Pei Qing was naturally reserved and rarely spoke.

Ye Chen’s eyelid twitched. Once Lin Qingcheng had a fit, she was truly like a wild horse off its tether—impossible to control.

After saying this, he glanced at Shen Lang. The implication was clear: this matter had nothing to do with them; they had merely arrived after receiving a tip-off.

The Body Refining Art itself contained its own techniques, so there was no need for him to look elsewhere and practice other martial arts.

The words were spoken with a hint of petulance, but Shen Lang didn't take them to heart, merely wearing an enigmatic smile on his face.

The spiritual energy of the surrounding world converged into Luo Fan’s body incessantly, and combined with the medicinal power of the Peiyuan Pill, it allowed his cultivation to continue climbing.

Luo Birou caressed the cover of the flip phone, her movements filled with longing. She handed the phone to Old Master Ye, whose eyes turned red; his hands trembled uncontrollably as he touched the device.

That day, after Old Zhou finished examining Shi Le, Li Shaochen found an opportunity to speak with him in private.

At the same time, Tsunade was alerted. One had to realize that the Anbu of the Hidden Leaf were no fools. Danzo, who always kept to himself, shouldn't have been out in the streets running like a man refusing to accept his age instead of staying in his Root headquarters. If that wasn't an anomaly, then nothing in the world was.

Li Ye’s aura surged, a biting, blood-thirsty intensity that nearly terrified these pampered and arrogant Kuomintang scoundrels.

With the New Year approaching, they had been guarding the Isolated Mountain Town for two months now. It had been freezing cold and desolate the entire time. It was not entirely incomprehensible that the soldiers, unable to endure the biting cold, would try to slack off before daybreak.