Volume 1, Chapter 150: Methods of Manipulation
Mu Feifei was stunned, her heart overflowing with immense gratitude. She had merely mentioned wanting to stay in Donghai, yet Chu Ming had already done so much for her.
"Brother, you are truly wonderful."
Though Mu Feifei had a thousand words she wished to say to Chu Ming, at this moment, they all transformed into action.
These people, even with their hearts heavy and choked with emotion, refused to let the old man see their distress. They lowered their heads and turned their faces away, sympathizing with him in silence; no one wanted to let the old man witness their sorrow.
Chen Feng looked up at the Great Roc. He was eager to see if the Samsara Gate dared to charge into the ranks of the army. Perhaps these soldiers lacked martial prowess, but an army of tens of thousands was a force even a master of the martial arts would find difficult to breach.
Hearing the sound, Xu Ziyi did not even look up. Relying on the direction of the voice, he used his heel to kick Chen Zihua.
"Hmph, every disciple of our Heavenly Dragon Sect is courageous and fearless, unlike a coward like you!" Long Xiangtian declared with impassioned fervor.
Wu Heishe fired a shot with a bang, and instantly, the light-absorbing shield in Monkey's hand sprang up. His right-hand gun-blade followed through with a crushing strike against his opponent.
Wei Wuji's remark was incredibly biting, yet it laid bare the truth: the State of Qi relied on its fine steeds to assert its dominance.
At the time, An Rong was so furious he couldn't even vent his frustration. He asked Guo Fan what was going on and why Wu Shiwei was meddling in this matter. Guo Fan, too, was filled with bitterness and didn't know where to begin.
"The three hunting teams have done a fine job; you’ve really brought honor to us this time," the Second Elder praised with a beaming smile.
"If you wish to attend the auction, you can simply head inside. That entrance leads directly to the auction hall," the clerk said, pointing toward an entryway resembling that of a cinema.
Long Yan curled his lips into a smile. With A-Man as such a powerful combatant, he had no intention of searching for the tokens himself.
A familiar voice reached his ears, and Ye Wenfeng hid the stone egg inside the spatial rune in his palm.
"Commander He, would you be willing to leave behind a piece of your calligraphy? You are the greatest warrior under heaven, and I have always admired you," Wang Menghu said, feeling somewhat embarrassed.
Yet, everyone remained puzzled. The giant log, dozens of meters long, looked terrifying, but how was Mi Yang supposed to fight with it? Was he going to swing it around?
Most of those walking along the mountain path were invited branch sect masters, and even many elders of noble families. How could their supposedly quiet whispers escape Tang Luo’s ears? As for Zheng Zhong, he truly felt ashamed to explain.
Liu Qichao feigned a painful struggle, clawing repeatedly at his own neck, all while searching for an opening. He was not versed in sorcery and did not know what strange maneuvers the opponent might employ if his first strike failed, so he decided it was better to wait for the right moment and kill him in one blow.
The three emperors were also taken aback. This was their secret meeting, a gathering to plot matters that could not see the light of day. To think someone had overheard them. However, they reasoned they could simply silence the witness; for an emperor, killing a man was no different than crushing an ant.
He admitted his identity as a grave robber right from the start, saying that digging up graves would naturally invite divine retribution, and that encountering the traps set by the Japanese devils this time was merely his due punishment. As he recounted his tale, he used a classic adage: "Brothers may quarrel at home, but they will unite to resist an insult from without."
"I have reasons that force me to stay," Zhu Qiang said. His life was ebbing away, yet his tone was not overly weak; perhaps this was the final clarity before the end.
Although he desperately suppressed the surging fury within his heart, his level of composure was not yet enough to hide his emotions after being wounded by someone he had once looked down upon.
They were section chiefs of the Special Services Division, so they were capable of grasping such intelligence, and naturally, they knew that Hidekazu Asakusa was no mere school principal.