Chapter Ninety-One: Driven Out With Nothing; Chen Dazhu Keeps Mayu Lian Tied Down

It is well known that in cavalry clashes, the most crucial men are the front rank, who must almost pile up with their own lives to bring charging horses to a halt. In the crush of impact, very few ever live to the end, but with Lü Bu killing his way through them, the greatest pressure they had originally faced vanished at once.

Li Yu curled his lip. In truth, he had already guessed as much, but having it confirmed by Yahe still left him somewhat disappointed.

The entire sequence flowed like water and clouds, seeming slow, yet in truth taking no more than a single second. A spiraling gust rose in the wind, forcing the Eastern Territory battle-master and the three from Red Lotus to dodge aside.

Mo spent every day either training or practicing swordsmanship. Even in the rain, he could be seen there, and with Ganso accompanying him, he practiced tirelessly, as though he felt no hardship at all. Repeat one motion thousands of times, and the muscles throughout the body would form a kind of memory; the next time the sword was swung, the arm would naturally stop at the fixed point more precisely.

More than twenty cannon muzzles aimed at the black smoke on the mountain road flashed in quick succession, and crimson shells tore through the air. In an instant, smoke and dust surged everywhere. Gravel was blasted skyward, waves of earth roared outward, and the towering ridges trembled again and again in the explosions. The air filled with a blood-soaked stench wrapped in sulfur, and the dark sky itself was stained with a scarlet shimmer.

Meanwhile, Chen Yu and Aunt Li hurried out through the gate and headed toward the workshop. Business there was now steady, but the orders were large and many workers had been hired. They were all paid daily, so anyone free at home would come to the workshop to earn a few coins and bring them back to help with the household expenses.

Murong simply closed her eyes. She felt as though she had chosen the wrong opponent for this duel. She rather wanted to spit blood. To lose to someone like this, who was practically a child, she really ought to find a place to dash her head against a wall and die.

"I have use for it. If there is none at home, Mother, go and buy some," Chen Yu instructed carefully, going through the details one by one. Her meticulous reminders left everyone else even more astonished, and they began discussing what the best way to do it would be.

Then she looked into the box again, and this time found something good: a herb called Lucky Clover. Andy was greatly surprised. He had not expected to find such a powerful item. A Lucky Clover that increased luck by one point—what an extraordinary thing it was.

Xing Zeyuan frowned, listening very seriously, just as Jiazhuo and the others did. It turned out that during these years apart, they had all endured hardships beyond words, brushed shoulders with death, and nearly left this world behind.

As for that fat bastard, though he was unwilling to admit it, he had never once imagined he could defeat him. Under the leadership of that fat man, the Tank Corps had grown from weak to strong through battle after battle. He was a born warlord of the chaotic age.

As for Cui Tao's strength—yes, he had hidden it—but it was only at the level of a Human Emperor. In truth, he did not know Tian Mo's exact cultivation, and below the Earth King level, how many could possibly be his match?

Away from the Heavenly Martial Imperial Palace, without a host of Heavenly Martial experts protecting her, she was here merely a Battle Emperor warrior, no different from an ordinary person.

For various reasons, in the end, the dream had never taken that most important final step.

Though no one could deny the results Tang Yi had achieved, and though there was no way to prove that Tang Yi had cheated, so what?

Just as he was about to avoid its sharp edge and retreat, an extreme sense of danger erupted in his heart, causing every hair on his body to stand on end and nearly wrenching his soul from his frame.

He had barely spoken when the flashlight beams in Edison’s group gradually dimmed. The batteries in such flashlights had limited endurance, and Hubert even called them "brief lamps."

But when they reached the ruins and encountered more teams, and once Xiang Yu's name was heard, the geniuses of the ancient Seven Clans were all filled with hostility toward him.

Suddenly, his pair of pale violet eyes seemed to dim, as if a curtain spanning the heavens had been drawn over Wen Qingye's gaze.

It seemed that after uttering those three words, Zhou Si's expression became even more relaxed, as though he had already seen everything clearly.

Liu Yu's hands began to carve out a strange sequence of movements, and before long, a swordlike shape appeared before her, formed from a mass of black qi. One could see the roiling darkness gathering together, containing immense power.

Hearing Blood Spirit's words, Xiao Kuang then remembered that he had asked the four great families to each prepare four hundred million purple gold coins for him. He had not expected they had already all arrived in the Destruction Space.

"Xiao Fei, Qin Fen, is this how you gather people, by using money?" Lin Feiyang asked in a low voice.

At once, the entire colored roulette wheel began to flash and vibrate, and the great pointer in the center spun at top speed while emitting rapid ticking sounds.

Xiao Dingyuan's office was on the top floor. Opening the window allowed one to overlook the underground river illuminated by soft light.

Over the next few days, all of Wang Yu's thoughts and energy were devoted to completing the task of gathering refined iron ore.

But the inheritance of the Great Dao might well be even more formidable than extreme awakening, and Qin Jun was worried that he would not be able to suppress Xing Tian by then.

Everyone was enveloped in an atmosphere of extreme oppression, and all momentum trembled with Wen Qingye's sword.

At that moment, he no longer cared whether Fang Jinzhi had her eyes closed or open. He simply got out of bed and dressed, taking no notice of whether she watched or not.

She knew that Vivian was different from the rest of the family, and even different from ordinary fairies. She did not hold reverence or humility before imperial authority, possessing an unusually free will. This might have been influenced by the ancient druidic path.

A dagger flashing with cold light had already silently come to his back, without his noticing.

"Hmph, too late." Her brother's mocking voice came from above, followed by a blanket dropping over her head.

This was no mere single strike, but a blow condensed from hundreds, even thousands, of strikes, like the continuous sounds made by a master chef chopping ingredients, which seem at first like one unbroken note, yet are in truth the convergence of countless cuts.

Though he did not look strong, and even seemed somewhat slender, he nonetheless gave off an inexplicable aura of danger.

Zhao Hong hurried to persuade her. After all, she was already thirty years old. Though she still looked very beautiful, such good days would truly not last much longer.

Guo Yi listened and continued asking with obvious delight, her sympathy overflowing for someone who had once begun working at that same age.

Of course Li Qingzhao understood this principle. Her reason for using this poem to fill the slot was entirely deliberate leniency. She also wanted Bai Sheng to understand, through this poem, the state of mind she had been in on the Lantern Festival.

Zhang Lihua burst out laughing and said, "I was only joking with you! Why so serious? Still, the other day when she saw you, she was no ordinary kind of happy. Judging by her expression, she would have loved nothing more than to give you a hug." As she spoke, she even made a hugging gesture.