Chapter 29

Zang Ba was brave, but not reckless. If Zhou Cang were here, he might fight to the death even knowing he was outmatched, but Zang Ba would not. He knew that dying here would be of no benefit to Guan Yan.

The news even reached the Five Poisons Sect, leaving Hua Wuque and Hua Manlou at a loss for how to respond. After all, this matter held immense significance for the entire Savage Town, touching upon their very survival.

In the afternoon, in the city center, the butler opened the car door for Su Han with an elegant bow. The staff from the beauty salon were already waiting at the entrance.

"Brother Xiong!" The Fire Phoenix felt a wave of sadness, tears welling up in her eyes. She held them back, and as she turned away, she wiped them away gently.

He cursed inwardly: only whiskey was available, but the poison required vodka to activate its properties. What was to be done?

Since a large number of people captured and looted from the foot were currently transiting and staying in Qiongzhou, they would gradually be relocated to New South Province and the local land reclamation projects in Hainan. Xiao Ming had arranged for personnel to handle this, so he did not need to worry; the civil administration staff would manage it well.

"Next match: Number 31, Ghost Face, versus Number 27, Poison Heart! Odds for Ghost Face are ten to three, and ten to four for Poison Heart!" Before the Peerless Immortal could leave the stage, the names of the next combatants were announced from the void.

The old chieftain approached Xiao Ming, nodded, opened his arms, and embraced him, touching noses in greeting. Xiao Ming knew this was their custom and was not offended. Instead, he smiled, clasped his hands, and bowed to show his own respect.

This was why Pu Ren considered retreating, yet he did not believe the Blood Cloud could truly overcome him. If things became desperate, could he not simply withdraw?

Ouyang Lietian’s face immediately lit up with a blissful smile, and all his troubles vanished without a trace.

He walked forward, leaving the chubby girl standing there in embarrassment. She slowly withdrew her outstretched hand, and the atmosphere grew heavy.

The guards arrived before Li Wei with an arrogant air. "The General orders Li Wei's unit to move out immediately! Any who disobey will be dealt with by military law," he said, casting a sidelong glance at him.

"Actually, Chen Ming, this was just a coincidence. Ke'er and I have known each other for a long time, and I once saved her," Li Yi said.

"If that man had been willing to help back then, none of these people would have fallen!" Wu said indignantly.

Mi Yiqing could no longer control herself, her eyes brimming with tears. She stared blankly at Aunt Wang—the white hair, the deep wrinkles carved by time on her forehead, the haggard face covered in age spots, and those red, swollen eyes.

Cries of agony erupted as some martial artists with weaker cultivation and depleted spiritual essence were swept up by the fierce, raging sand, struggling in despair as they were dragged into the vast, shifting dunes.

Su Muchen saw in the rearview mirror that Prince Hao had turned back, which was unexpected, but it did not dampen his mood.

"Long live the Great Qian Empire! Long live, long live, long live the Great Qian Emperor!" After a moment of stunned silence, a thunderous roar erupted across the entire Nine Provinces as all human cultivators shouted in unison, their voices shaking the heavens.

Mo Qing was forced to raise his scepter to block. The great sword and the scepter collided once more, causing the very space to tremble. It had to be said that Mo Qing was formidable; even in such a situation, he could still hold his own against Xiaohou Guang’s attacks.

To use a head to establish authority—if there was one thing Zhu Yifeng had learned, it was that using a head to instill fear was far more effective than anything else. Just like with the rebel army, even though they used firearms, their military police units still carried broadswords. The deterrent effect of publicly beheading someone with a sword far surpassed that of a firing squad.

Grandmother Shen’s words caused everyone’s hearts to plummet into an ice cellar. They all looked at her, as if verifying the truth of her statement.

If Tong Feng’s arrangement of his Eight Silver-Hammer Guards was an insult, then what Shi Leixing displayed was a deeper, more malicious intent.

"Don't you worry about that. Prince Qing likes to eat this, and since the Emperor is Prince Qing’s brother, he surely likes it too." He Lan waved her hand and busied herself chopping vegetables, while Feng'er helped her arrange the plates.

Xi Zhiyuan and the others, having just returned from abroad, were unaware of the story behind this railway. After hearing Pan Shiliang’s explanation, they felt that fate played cruel tricks. Who could have imagined that an unbuilt railway would accidentally determine the gauge for all of China’s railways?

The moment the Korean interpreter spoke, the expressions of those present changed instantly. Although he spoke in Korean, this was the Middle Kingdom, within the Court of Colonial Affairs. Moreover, he was so brazenly slandering the monarch of China.

It turned out the man who drew his blade was named Murong Gu. He was not only fond of whoring but also of gambling. But the man was unlucky, losing every bet he made. Today, he had borrowed money at high interest, hoping to strike it rich on the boat, only to lose everything and be forced to gamble with his life.

He walked to the door, tossed the chili peppers hanging on the wall into an earthen jar, and then opened the door. Outside stood two soldiers in blue uniforms, one of whom looked like an officer.

Liu Yunong, having no other choice, was forced to withdraw his sword to parry. But Zhang Ruyun had already anticipated this; with a light tap of his foot, he lunged toward Liu Tianbao and the other two.