Volume One, Chapter 87: Slaying the Xiongnu Right Wise King!

Wu Du harbored deep resentment in his heart.

He hated himself for his poor judgment, for thinking that the Prince of Loyalty would not fall under the Emperor Xuanwu’s control.

He never expected that the Prince of Loyalty would turn out to be so useless, already ensnared by Emperor Xuanwu’s grasp. Nor did he anticipate that Qin Bao would lay an ambush in Yongxing City, waiting for him to walk right in.

The task of asking for directions fell to Pei Song, who was empty-handed. He hurried a few steps toward a nearby house, then suddenly stopped.

Ordinary people could not see ghosts, but Ye Lingjun’s original camera allowed her to see them, so everyone in the livestream could also see the lonely spirits by the roadside.

Ye Lingjun glanced down at her own white shoes and found that, despite walking so long on mountain roads, the shoes remained spotlessly clean.

With a dull thud, Xie Yuehui felt a sharp pain in his chest and staggered backward, unable to control himself. He retreated four or five steps before being stopped by another table.

“Don’t do it, really, it’s fine as it is—if the wind blows, the whole village will be in trouble.” Cao Erleng, realizing that the new team led by Ning wasn’t familiar with the situation, hurried to explain.

Amidst the expectant gazes of the crowd, the mysterious celebrity did not appear at once. Her voice came before her person, and only when the performance officially began did she step forward, singing as she walked out.

Perhaps it was the price of resurrection; her features had aged, and her once exaggerated muscles had grown slack.

“He’s all right! Truly all right now!” Situ Lianxiang and Chen Ruoxin exclaimed excitedly.

Every time Zhou Ling’er came, she was captivated by the spiritual herbs here. Aside from white and blue, each herb seemed to be formed of ice crystals.

With an agent’s sharp mind, these thoughts flashed through Coulson’s mind in an instant.

Hearing these words, everyone—even the boss—revealed greedy expressions. Zhuo Yang was no exception; he thought to himself that his weekly salary was less than that, but now he could earn a thousand just by completing a single task.

Unlike the gentle tone of White Impermanence, Black Impermanence’s words were clearly impatient and forceful.

“So if the dragon cannot be summoned, what use do these Jade Souls of Fate have?” the Sword Hero asked curiously.

When He Ruohuai returned to camp, Linglong and Liu Hua were talking. Seeing him arrive, they quickly stopped.

“Oh, really? You want to see me dead? Are you sure?” Wang Hao fixed his gaze on Ren Tianxiang, his face as cold as a corpse, a faint breeze of a smile playing about his lips.

As his internal spiritual power surged, Feng Lin felt a wave of comfort throughout his body—he had reached the sixth stage of Blood Assimilation.

“Stop talking nonsense; I am not your wife!” Yang Yuqing’s face flushed red as she shouted angrily.

The Evil Doctor was known for his domineering ways, but today he seemed reluctant to act, clearly wary of his opponent’s strength.

The intelligence agency in Youzhou had recently suffered trial by blood and fire, the losses incalculable.

Soon after, the Corpse Saint entered with a cold expression; the Ancient Desolate One, the Ancestral Dragon, the Ancestral Phoenix, and Lu Ya followed suit. Kong Xuan’s five-colored divine light flashed, and he vanished from sight.

Before he could finish his words, Shifan transformed into a whirlwind, vanishing swiftly from Angel’s view.

The fervor among the crowd was the rural people’s admiration for the city’s modernity—naturally, it was intense.

At the crucial moment, Brother Wuyou finally made his move. Tousen Kaname and Gin Ichimaru, who had defected alongside Aizen, were slain by Brother Wuyou’s banana leaf strike, leaving only Aizen to flee in disgrace.

The process of stripping an artifact was excruciating, and if forced, the host would certainly die.

Moreover, with the Key of Tribulation Immortal placed inside the Cauldron of Life and Death Tribulation, it could recognize its master, and there was no need to worry about its aura leaking out. When the time came to control the Cauldron, one only needed to issue a command to the artifact spirit of the Key.