Chapter 181: I Don't Like Fang Zhiyin, You Need to Keep That in Mind

Ximen and Fang Zhiyin went out together.

Wen Ni removed the mask from her face.

She sat down on the chair by the bed.

Looking at Zhou Jingyi.

Zhou Jingyi’s complexion was pale, devoid of the slightest trace of color.

He was as fragile as the semi-transparent little wings beneath a butterfly's wings.

The pungent smell of disinfectant made her nasal passages sting with acidity and astringency.

However, although that wealthy young man was somewhat frivolous, he was already the father of two children, and his wife also hailed from a prestigious family. This meant that regardless of perspective, no matter what, he could never marry Yan Rong.

Their gazes were all fixed on Biya, clearly as old acquaintances. Even though this fellow had once betrayed them and resentment lingered, within this endless stretch of time, none of them wished to lose someone who had once been a rival or a friend.

And now, Gaotang had become the final stronghold of the restoration forces. Not only were its walls thick and its moats deep, but there were also granaries inside stocked with three years' worth of grain, enough to feed the rebel army for a very long time. The local populace's support for the anti-Qin and pro-Qi cause was even stronger than that of Linzi. Coupled with their terror of the Qin army's massacres of cities, they would likely go all out to assist in defending the city. Therefore, attacking Gaotang was destined to be a hard-fought battle.

I shrugged. The script was already written anyway; even if Chaoyang wanted to make a comeback, it would not be such an easy task.

With this smile, things blew up instantly. Mu Qianjun’s face turned grim to the absolute extreme in a split second. He simply could not believe that this mere ant was actually sneering—sneering right to his face.

Just a moment ago, Ruoya was still ecstatic about returning to her long-missed home, yearning to see her master sooner.

Had she not harbored lingering grievances and felt somewhat estranged from this newly recognized father, Jinzi probably would have opened the floodgates long ago, boasting endlessly and rattling off Chen Mo's extraordinary methods like a connoisseur counting family treasures.

The light armor of a swordsman and battle skirt, which had originally manifested through the power of her consciousness, completely vanished. In their place was a bizarre black bodysuit made of an unidentifiable material.

Everyone was celebrating joyfully, only Heifu had a vague feeling that things were probably not as simple as they seemed. This time, the King of Qin was being generous to a fault. With three thousand men under his command, calculating at an average increase of one hundred mu of land per person, they would need thirty thousand mu of land, wiping out a full third of the public lands in Nan Commandery.

"This is... such a powerful primordial spirit! How is this possible?" Princess Yue’s expression changed drastically. She felt an overwhelmingly formidable divine sense wash over her, bringing a sense of oppression that left her utterly shocked in her heart.

If there was anything amiss, it was that Wang Chen's eyes occasionally emitted divine radiance. That seemingly overflowing brilliance would occasionally disrupt that exceptionally natural feeling as Wang Chen successively shifted his fist routines.

Out of nowhere, a pitch-black spear suddenly materialized in Lin Wei's hand! A terrifying, desolate aura instantly permeated the entire tavern.

"An immortal artifact? Judging by the might of this extraordinary treasure, it is already at the level of a super divine artifact. It cannot be an immortal artifact!" Fang Youying said.

"Zhu Wei! If you have such abilities, why didn't you just charge forward yourself instead of making us lay down wooden stakes for you to step on, wasting our emotional investment!" Lefeng felt like someone who had fed meat buns to a dog only to get bitten in return.

By the time he had walked far away and Qingshan and the others could no longer sense his killing intent, their movements finally returned to normal.

The good show was about to reach its climax. Everyone's heart was in their throat; some filled with emotion, others with excitement, they all stared intently at that gigantic orange palm, waiting for the moment Wu Yi would be slapped to death.

Facing a formidable enemy and going into a berserk state once again—slaying the powerful foe was certainly a good thing, but what about afterward? If they ended up wiping out their own people as well, it would truly be a colossal blunder.

Without time for careful thought, Ike blocked with his longsword, pressing his body down against the blade in an attempt to withstand the horizontal sweep. Yet how could Ike possibly withstand it without a center of gravity or a supporting point? Following the thrust of the spear, Ike was heavily sent flying four or five meters away.