Volume One, Chapter 88: The Great Chanyu of the Xiongnu Crawls Through a Dog Hole!

Sima Xi looked at Wu Du, whose face was filled with hesitation and rage, and said quickly, “Great Chanyu, do not hesitate.”

“The massive iron chains on the city gate are completely locked. Our men cannot cut through them. As long as those chains remain intact, we will never break out through the gate.”

As soon as he finished, Su Qingci suddenly coughed up a mouthful of black blood. Pain crossed her face. Clutching her chest, she slowly collapsed, her body twitching a few times on the ground before at last falling still.

The man, unconcerned, kept walking. He had no intention of turning back to face the issue, much less of answering seriously.

“Then I don’t know either,” Lu Changming said with a shrug. He was not Su Yang; such questions ought to be left to the person himself.

Ning Ci raised his blade to block. A shockwave erupted, and his body was sent flying by the tremendous force.

Just after returning to the courtyard, a strange disciple from the Sand-Head Gang suddenly walked over, dropped a note for no reason, and then ran off.

What surprised Xu Ye was that Song Wanying did not reach out to knock, but instead took out a key and opened the door herself.

In an instant, the soldiers who had received the alarm surged in from outside the banquet hall and surrounded the entire room.

“No matter!” said the plump senior brother with a shake of his head. “The serpent valley was long ago sealed by restraints laid down by an elder of the sect. Senior Brother Lu cannot get in.” This was something ordinary disciples did not know, and even he had only recently learned of it.

Su Yang’s livestream had barely two thousand viewers, only a tiny fraction of the audience in the neighboring stream.

Naturally, Aunt Wang understood what Ji Tingye meant. After all, he was young and vigorous; newly married and separated for so long, it was only natural that they would want to indulge in a little tenderness.

When the ninth surge of inner force burst forth, Sun Haoci suddenly roared, “Tenfold Inner Force of the Rift Transformation Technique, explode!” As his final word fell, an incomparably fierce gale blasted from his hand, sweeping away every tree, stone, and object within a hundred paces ahead, leaving behind a bare expanse of ground.

Under the autumn sun, they caught specks of light, like shards of glass scattered across the earth.

Sun Haoci did not greet them, but walked straight toward the man on the far right, the one eating a piece of meat from some animal’s leg.

“Drop to your knees, kowtow three times, and call me father twice, and I’ll pretend nothing ever happened,” Xia Fan said, drinking wine as he suddenly spoke with brazen arrogance.

He thought: why collapse earlier, why not later? Why must it be now, ruining a chance so hard won?

It was only that the sect’s top combat strength had been strengthened by a full seventy percent with a casual gesture from Duan Ran, and they had come here merely to collect a debt.

“Did it succeed?” Chu Ze and Yue Rou were all somewhat bewildered. They had certainly seen that little green sprout, but they did not understand what it meant. How much vitality could a single sprout possibly contain? Was that all the old man had left behind?

I was not unwilling to answer; I simply did not know how. For a moment, I sat frozen in the car.

Xia Fan’s memories also blurred. His vision was suddenly veiled in a misty haze. Lin Xian within his line of sight was so close, and yet so far away.

In these brief years, the continent had been swept by tumult and upheaval. Countless ambitious men and mighty figures had risen into the world, shining brilliantly across battlefields everywhere.

“Enough. Go on, then. I am not forbidding you from going—otherwise you might secretly climb over the wall of the Prince Jin Residence later,” Madam He said helplessly.

After Liu Ningyou turned back, countless pairs of eyes appeared once more in the darkness, still glaring at them with unrelenting hostility.

If it were him now, he would certainly have more, better, and subtler ways to keep her within his awareness—such as using his spiritual power? Such as boiling a pot of walkie-talkie porridge? Such as standing guard at the only door to the restroom?