Chapter 51: The Ambush

He tapped the Bluetooth earpiece on his ear, and Gu Meng adjusted hers as well. Hearing his question, she didn’t answer, just smiled quietly. This man, she thought with a trace of amusement—so obviously concerned about her, yet insisting he only wanted to protect her.

Watching as her master kept producing one strange object after another, Zhao Yun began to feel as if his mind was struggling to keep up.

All three houses were concealed beneath the dense shade of ancient trees, hidden behind high walls. From the outside, it was impossible to see what lay within.

Xu Miao was somewhat surprised, but in the next moment, she understood. With their father dead and their mother about to be executed, those two brothers and the four siblings were all the same—unfortunate children, each left without a father or mother.

The British had become more tolerant toward this lively princess. That spring, after Elizabeth made her radio address, vowing to dedicate her life to the British Empire, people began to observe her with a new kind of scrutiny and interest.

“Oh, you’re not here to help? Are you, the righteous ally, assisting the navy against Zephyr? Well, thank heavens for that,” scoffed Fang Lang.

No, on the contrary, not having to intervene was even better. After watching the match, everyone felt the same—it simply wasn’t on the same level.

It was difficult for anyone to see through the illusion. This transformation spell, a third-tier Daoist technique, was proof of how three points of priority could be applied.

As the sisters were speaking, footsteps sounded in the courtyard. They assumed it was Quan Dong carrying Erlang, but when the door opened, it was Sanlang who returned, and sure enough, he was followed by Master Wu.

“There’s a bit of an issue. I saw the edge of your bra and cleavage—better gather it in a little.” Saying this, she fetched a needle and thread to adjust the neckline. Bowing again, I glanced down at my ample chest—nothing would be exposed now. This was elegance and propriety.

“I know. Let him call for whoever he wants. I’ll see how many people he can gather.” Sun Xi smiled, not showing the slightest hint of worry.

This was classic harassment—keeping the two of them constantly agitated and frustrated, unable to do anything about it.

He hadn’t expected that his goodwill would go unappreciated—not only was the Miao village ungrateful, but they even accused him of crocodile tears, feigned compassion. Anger simmered within him. He almost regretted not putting in that final effort to obliterate A Ruo completely.

Huang Shaohua nodded, glancing at Bei Ming Haoran and the others. Clearly, it was impossible for them to return with him—they would be staying here for the night, so he said nothing more and was about to leave.

Spiritual energy surged instantly to his right arm, and with terrifying force, he punched toward the black-clad figure.

“It’s nothing serious. Just watch your diet, Uncle Xia—try not to eat anything too greasy right now, or your stomach won’t handle it.” After taking his pulse, Sun Xi smiled.

At that moment, Qin Chuan opened his eyes, and twin beams of light—one purple, one black—flashed from them.

Even someone who knew little about him could see that Wei Zijie was filled with rage. But he also knew he needed to remain calm and think—how best to retaliate?

The three of them nodded at once. In their hearts, there was a deep-seated hatred for the Li family, especially Xue Ziming and Gao Shifeng.

One had to admit, his father was clever—knowing he wanted to focus on his date, he’d brought Miao Miao along as well.

“I don’t think his brother is any better. Maybe they both tricked you,” said Ye Lan.

“Number 0158, have you found anything?” The mercenary at the monitors continued to watch Black Tiger and his companions closely.

Even with mental preparation, Chen Ziyang still reeled from that blow—it left him dizzy and dazed, his vision darkening. He even dropped his prized Uzi submachine gun. The weapon, which had served him so well, spun through the air, its landing place unknown.

Just as the gray shadow was about to bore through the black-robed man, a brilliant crimson sword suddenly flashed between them. The shadow shrieked and was instantly vanquished.

The same words, spoken by different people, can feel so different—some voices grate harshly, while others are soothing and pleasant.

Hao Bai, on the other hand, had little concept of spirit stones. Though his cultivation consumed vast resources, since joining the Tianhe Sect, he lacked for nothing in this regard.

The two exchanged a fierce punch, sending Chu Feng flying with a scream. The Demon Emperor’s power was overwhelming; without manifesting his three-headed, six-armed demonic form, Chu Feng stood little chance.

“That’s right—two-thirds of it is phosphorus powder, but the rest is made up of flammable medicinal herbs. When they burn, those herbs are no less powerful than phosphorus,” Wang Meili replied. As for the exact ingredients, she had no need or intention to explain them to Yi Tian.

As spiritual energy gathered, the beam of light gradually condensed into a tangible form—a figure in Daoist robes, wielding a celestial sword.

Seeing the three men drop their weapons, Jiang Shaoyou refrained from further killing. In a flash, he leapt onto the yacht.

Such a bizarre turn of events had occurred. In the shadows, the Swamp Hero stared at the old man, eyes blazing with fury. He clenched his broadsword tightly, teeth gritted. If the opportunity presented itself, he would not hesitate to strike down the old man in one deadly blow.

“Even a man must take care of his health,” came the sudden voice of Old Lady Li from behind. She carried a coat, apparently intended for Li Mingchen.

There were still many people left in the City Lord’s mansion, including the recovering Scorpion and Ye Yunfeng’s family.