Chapter 142: Sudden Turn of Events, Betrayal Against Li Yuan

Not long after the news of the death of Duke Jingjing, Fan Zigai, reached Jinyang, another piece of intelligence arrived in the city.

Emperor Yang Guang had already boarded the dragon boat and traveled south to Jiangdu.

At present, within the city of Luoyang, affairs of the temporary regency were being jointly managed by the Prince of Yue, Yang Tong, along with Guanglu Dafu Duan Da, Minister of the Court of Financial Affairs Yuan Wendu, Acting Minister of the Ministry of Civil Administration Wei Jin, General of the Right Stalwart Guard Huangfu Wuyi, and Director of the Right Bureau Lu Chu, among others.

Inside the city of Jinyang.

As Fu Zihou received the news of Yang Guang's journey south to Jiangdu—

Ignoring Shangleng's sudden loss of composure, Long Yu cast a cold gaze at Fourth, who was struggling to get back up. Without the slightest hesitation, a surge of fiery streams welled up in his mouth, and another fireball shot forward.

"Combat duration: 7 seconds. Threat confirmed neutralized, target alive." Looking at the four unconscious fellows piled together, Lin Yan could not help but shake her head. These ignorant fools would likely find it hard to walk out of the Enforcer's underground prison alive.

The sound of shattering crystal echoed. Through relentless efforts, Yan Lang finally managed to fracture the crystal, and a bead emitting a faint blue glow lay quietly among the crystal shards.

Qi Qi's lips twitched slightly; how could she not understand Liu Likun's predicament? It was just that this Ye Tianming had gone a bit too far.

Upon rushing back to the camp after having his vehicle hijacked, Ye Chen suddenly detected a large number of suspicious biological signals. He immediately activated his crystalline camouflage and dispatched worker drones to scout ahead.

Never had they expected so many ferocious beasts to appear, yet Feng Ming showed not the slightest intention of leaving, even ordering his hounds to investigate the situation...

Upon seeing this, Wang Yun gently clapped his hands twice, and the troupe of singing and dancing girls slowly bowed and withdrew. That red figure also curtsied gracefully, seemingly about to retreat as well, yet her bright, beautiful eyes swept intentionally or unintentionally toward Dong Zhuo and Lu Bu standing behind him.

After all, Young Master Chen was the eldest son of the Wan family in Shenghai, and the Shengai Wan family stood as the city's premier clan, boasting assets amounting to tens of trillions. Their internal influence was formidable, and legend had it that the Shengai Wan family maintained several bases even within the perilous zones.

As for Mu Rufeng, Jun Beiming could not quite describe his feelings; he always felt a slight unease, yet every word and action of the man was so cautious that no flaws could be detected.

Diaochan and her maid walked over to the lotus pond, set up an incense burner, and began to pray devoutly to the moon.

Having fled amid the chaos for tens of miles, the stamina of the imperial soldiers finally gave out. Amid shouts of "Surrender and be spared," they knelt down in batches to surrender; some were simply so utterly exhausted that they lacked even the strength to kneel, collapsing forward or lying flat in every imaginable posture.

Seven hundred years ago, seas had turned into mulberry fields, and the lingering souls in the City of Fire-Illumination had gradually faded away. He had searched the entire netherworld, eventually returning to the place where they had met and fallen in love. Yet now, were it not for that faint thread of hope supporting him, he could not understand why he was still alive.

The fat man gave a solemn response, setting his feet and striking the classic stance of a tomb-raiding Captain.

For the past half-year, Mulan and the Song soldiers had primarily focused on constructing their own encampments and gathering various useful supplies. By now, they had acquired five to six thousand horses, which was more than enough for their needs.

The sound of hurried footsteps brushing against the bushes drifted over. Mu Ai and Dianwangren turned their heads to look, only to see Muluo running over hastily.

Upon hearing this explosive piece of news from Shanshan, the crowd below instantly erupted into a chorus of dropped jaws and shattered eyeglasses, followed by a low wave of buzzing discussion.

As soon as these words were spoken, the more than seven hundred people present began to chatter animatedly. Up until now, no one knew what the rules for this year's competition would be, and the unknown always provoked endless imagination.

I carefully observed their levels. Aside from Arrogant Grudge and Norwegian Tears at level 39, Wild Prairie and the others had long since reached level 40 and undergone their second advancement, so killing these spiders was not particularly strenuous.

Anyway, as long as Sister Shuyi was still playing the game for another day, he could still ask her for help, right? Even if he couldn't, it wouldn't matter much.