42 Joining the Red Pirates?

"Click, clack, click-clack..." A sound seemed to echo from the depths of the Ice City, as if someone were walking across the stone floor in wooden clogs.

A tremendous impact resounded through the cavern. Yin Dawei’s figure retreated rapidly, a high-damage value flashing above his head.

In that very instant, the power of vitality surged to such a degree that even Liu Shengzhi could no longer withstand it.

Over the course of a single night, the fortress had been restored to its former glory. The breached gates were repaired, and the pockmarks on the walls caused by the trebuchet attacks had completely vanished.

"The Great Duke is correct, and I share the same opinion," remarked another Daoist with a sword strapped to his waist.

However, the icy, malevolent power within Li You had disrupted its perception, which only proved one thing.

"Mechanical Legion, enter the formation! All other legions, remain on standby and prepare to set out!" Li Xu roared once more.

"I am his sister. Hello! May I ask your name? Are you my future sister-in-law?" Li Muyu asked with a sweet, innocent smile, feigning purity.

Within the platinum-silver space, despite being significantly empowered, he still wore a look of confronting a formidable enemy. He had not expected that even after unleashing his greatest strength, his opponent would remain undaunted, perhaps even outclassing him.

"You have no idea—Tianhong City is in complete chaos. NPCs cannot interfere with player activities, and the players in the city are being beaten by the shameless Thieves' Guild without even the strength to fight back," Xia Xue said indignantly.

In the entire council hall, only the members of the Kang family remained; even Bai Qimeng had been forcibly dragged out by Bai Yuan.

She loved him. It was a choice she had made from beginning to end, and even if he did not love her back now, she would be the one to bear the consequences.

Every word spoken carried such authority, and even the very breath behind them held power, leaving Song Yuanqing dumbstruck and deeply stirred.

"Fine. But if you try to deceive me in the slightest, or if I get implicated because of you, I will braise you and serve you up for everyone to eat!" Lilith glared at Zhang Yang, her expression entirely serious.

Back then at the Qi estate, when Xie Yuzhi held a secret meeting with Qi Xunzhang, she had caught a fleeting glimpse of someone who looked just like Chancellor Liang.

The sixteen-year-old youth was dressed in black robes, his posture upright, with a sword strapped to his waist. The scabbard was plain and unadorned. If Jiang Huoshui guessed correctly, that sword was the Lone Family’s heirloom, Moon Curve.

Yuchi Xuan bit her lip tightly. It simply hadn't happened, so why was her father forcing a confession through torture? At this moment, her father did not believe her at all. But if she lied, would her father still beat He Hua to death? Whether she spoke or remained silent, He Hua would be in danger. What was she to do?

In this cold, secluded place, a head suddenly popped up from behind her and whispered right into her ear. Song Xin-yi jolted in terror, a scream escaping her lips. She quickly covered her eyes with both hands while lashing out with a desperate kick in the direction of the intruder.

When the commoners learned that those executed were Imperial Guards, several Great Qin scholars, and some spies from Sanjin, they could not help but whisper among themselves.

Thinking this to himself, he opened his umbrella and hurried to catch up. He walked by her side, keeping the majority of the canopy over her head.

The bell rang with a clear, resonant tone. Suddenly, a vast pressure descended from the heavens. Elders of the immortal sects, accompanied by their disciples, arrived in an instant, descending upon the high platform.

Lang Yu closed his eyes, pondering for a long time before shaking his head helplessly. The evolution of his spirit body was too slow. He had to find a way to obtain that ancient scroll first; the great catastrophe of the Daochen Realm would not grant him much time to cultivate, and he did not believe that the Demon Lord would be so easily eradicated.

Fortunately, her relationship with Song Mingzhu had provided her with tuition and much-needed help, allowing her to graduate from university. As for her father, he had drunkenly tumbled down a flight of stairs and died instantly.

Large numbers of Eastern Yong soldiers stood atop the low walls, resting their muskets on the parapets, with gunpowder pre-measured in paper packets laid out beside them, ready to strike at any moment.

Zhang Tianhai, Yang Feng, and the others left the high platform and returned to the council hall, while the people in the square formed long lines.

Once everything was properly arranged, the previously stunned Japanese men began to wake up one by one.

Zhu Houhuang had witnessed such a grand scene many times, though only on television or in movies. While cinematic works could be magnificent, they lacked the raw, overwhelming aura of these Tatar cavalrymen.

I laid him on the daybed and opened his tunic, discovering that the wound on his chest had turned black and scabbed over. The scabs looked like intertwined black silk threads, and at the same time, his lips had also turned black.

What methods to seal an Immortal? Lang Yu had used everything at his disposal. He had treated Lin Zhe entirely like a block of wood, not only striking him with the Golden Bead but also sealing his spiritual acupuncture points. Unexpectedly, this also suppressed his divine sense—a case of a blind cat bumping into a dead mouse.

Lang Yu pinched his nose. "Great-grandfather, you can use it with peace of mind. I didn't do much else in the Black Eye Forest these past few years; I just picked up a lot of this stuff." It was hard to tell if this was encouragement or bragging, but there was no wind in the room anyway.

Everything that needed to be said had been said, yet it had no effect. Why must all the blame be placed on Han Yiyi?

Even now, Su Yuqing could still recall the look of fury on Ji Yi’s face, and her heart tightened inexplicably.