Chapter Ninety-Four: Fierce Battle

Sun Yan’s death came so suddenly, completely beyond the expectations of everyone except Fang Xiao! Although the four subordinates he brought were no ordinary men, they were still caught off guard and froze in place. How could this be? Their eyes were filled with shock. It must be remembered that Sun Yan was a master at the eighth level of the Essence Condensation stage, once famously severely wounding a meridian-opening martial artist during his missions.

After issuing some instructions to the guards watching over the military camp and leaving behind a few armbands and battle robes, he retreated to his own tent. A single thought determined life or death—if born, one would soar to great heights, power surging dramatically; if dead, one would vanish like smoke and mist, everything dissolving into nothingness.

Even though the ashes of the Loshi were said to be the corpses of enlightened individuals, enlightenment had never been something that could be transmitted or infected through such means.

Yinglong remained silent. He had not expected that the Xuanyuan Emperor he followed, a leader of benevolence and righteousness, would stoop to such depths—forsaking the most basic principles of honor for the sake of a single magical artifact. It was truly disheartening.

Yao Qianxue smiled faintly but knew well that the outcome hinged entirely on Ye Xingchen.

"Trying to outwit Cat Master? Cat Master won’t let an old rogue like you off so easily!" Watching Shen Gongbao crash into the mountainside like a flying pig, grinning broadly, he tucked away his brick and began examining the ancient well.

After completing the excavation of the moat, the enormous excavator had been left idle outside the city. The fishing machinery Lin Mu modified was based on this very machine.

Simply by virtue of Ye Xingchen’s reputation as a prodigy in alchemy within Lingwu Kingdom, his renown was extraordinary. In the future, becoming a grandmaster in alchemy would place him on equal footing with the heads of the ten great families.

However, Luo Guanzhong misread a character here, taking it as General Yang. Zhang Xun exploited this, and thus the name General Yang came into use.

“Haha, nothing can escape Wuyin’s notice. It was indeed the Bian family who gave me a son, but sadly, before his first full moon, I was summoned to take up my post,” Cao Cao said with some pride on his face.

Yet this was no child but a master capable of killing in an instant. Just moments ago, when their eyes met, Wuxin saw no hint of panic in the other’s gaze, as if knowing Wuxin’s punch could not harm him. Moreover, the man stood his ground without dodging or retreating even a step.

After a brief silence, Lightning Heart gradually calmed down, a flush of shame coloring his eyes and cheeks.

A violent force swept out like a roaring tide, causing ripples in the very air.

The assassins hesitated—they had never faltered like this before—because before them stood someone they never dreamed they’d meet. The name Blood Blade Wuxin was etched deep in their bones; perhaps they had never seen him in person, but they had certainly heard of him.

Moreover, Gu Xijin had probably noticed what was happening in the hall before but had not intervened. Instead, she only spoke after Fang Junmei made her move, revealing ulterior motives.

Every person on the wooden rafts was burning with passion. Coming here to see what was happening was one goal; rescuing comrades, another. But the most crucial objective was to seize the chance to uncover the secrets near each family’s excavation sites.

“No need. You are my esteemed guest. How could I let you make a move? I shall handle it,” Lizi said with a cold but charming smile.

Several swordsmen’s eyes lit up, thinking this a fine plan. They leapt forward, swinging their greatswords, clearing away all obstructing rocks.

An elderly man with white hair stood up and gestured to the host that he wished to speak.