Volume 1, Chapter 58: Ping'an, Do Not Be Afraid

Annoyed by the harshness of Fang Xu's screams, the woman grabbed a cloth ball and stuffed it into her mouth.

Fang Xu's agonizing cries were instantly muffled into a chilling, ghostly wail.

Like a madwoman, the woman began to slash at Fang Xu's face with a pair of scissors.

Unbeknownst to her, the child held tightly in the wet nurse's arms stared wide-eyed as the woman mutilated its mother. Following an initial flash of terror, the child's eyes slowly clouded over with a layer of dense black mist.

"I've always felt that handkerchief was deeply ominous, it's almost as if..." Before Lin Cheng could finish his sentence, the distant sound of suona horns drifted over.

Laughing heartily at the joyful moments and wiping away tears with reddened eyes during the sorrowful ones, Lin Qingxuan recounted his experiences at the Tianwu Academy to Lin Yumeng. According to the original plan, he was supposed to enter the Tianwu Academy directly from the martial arts academy, but reality always outpaced plans.

Watching the overwhelming barrage of attacks crashing down from above, the Ancient Immortal Batian realized it was too late to dodge and had no choice but to meet the assault head-on. Seizing the opportunity, the Old Dragon King whipped its tail around and viciously lashed at the Ancient Immortal Batian's head.

The gunshot left everyone stunned. Paul also saw that Su Nan had made a move, and the passageway instantly fell silent. Facing firearms, all melee weapons were utterly defenseless, causing everyone to halt their attacks immediately.

Mofan did not consider this a good sign; the more powerful a person became, the more they feared anomalous and bizarre phenomena.

Only a tiny fraction of people possessed true wisdom and could be considered genuine human beings. A vast number of people were merely robots programmed with fixed routines, and some could not even be called robots—they were just cogs in a machine, prone to pricking and harming others if not fitted securely into their proper places.

A massive boulder plummeted from the sky, crashing down directly in front of the figure. The shockwave was blocked entirely, leaving the figure completely unharmed.

Holding a glass of wine and watching the farce unfold before her, Lin Yumeng genuinely worried for the intelligence quotient of Wu Huixin and An Huaizhi. How on earth did they pivot from tearing into Han Fei to tearing into each other? Were they truly allies?

Tianqi recognized this person as the young knight errant carrying the Wood Spirit Bead whom he had encountered multiple times not long ago.

Chen Tong finally found an opportunity to take a jab at Mofan. Knowing he could never defeat Mofan in a direct confrontation, he hoped to use Wang Meiying's reputation to suppress him and satisfy his urge for verbal retaliation. As these thoughts crossed his mind, a sinister grin tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Su Mingliang was holding a remote-control-like device. The dragon soldiers were not fools; at a single glance, they knew this had to be the detonator for the explosives. Su Mingliang had lost his mind—he was undoubtedly planning to destroy everything on the vessel.

Deep within the forest, the two armies exchanged gunfire, resulting in casualties on both sides, yet neither dared to advance. The defending forces feared the Japanese mortars and poison gas, while the Japanese troops dared not charge forward; once they strayed too far from their artillery positions, the defenders would swarm over them and cut them down like vegetables.

Arriving before the Blood-Thirst Divine Stele, Xue Linghe exercised his spiritual will, and his physical form vanished, transforming into a river of blood that blanketed the surface of the stele.

Zhao Yanran raised her head and shouted, her mind in absolute chaos and devoid of direction. Why was it that they could slaughter countless members of the Zhao family without batting an eye, yet time and time again, they let her survive?

To be honest, she had no desire to wait on this haughty little girl. However, seeing that the girl enjoyed considerable favor, she had agreed to take the post—only to be treated with disdain?

The moment the three arrows were released, Ouyeluos speed slowed slightly, and for the first time, a flicker of fear surfaced in his eyes.

After Deputy Battalion Commander Liu departed, the time was already past half-past five, and the sky had grown fully bright. Senior officers such as Li Minglong, Chu Zhenhu, Haritu, and Ma Mingchuan saw that the Japanese were massing their troops for an assault, so they ordered their men to hastily dig field fortifications and strategically deploy their forces. The moment the Japanese troops crested the halfway mark of the ridge, they would open fire and inflict heavy casualties.

Funakoshi Akira recalled the six samurai and felt a pang of heartache. They were elite experts he had spent nearly fifteen years cultivating, representing the absolute pinnacle of the Danshuiliu Sword Taoist Dojo, and merely selecting them had drained a vast amount of energy from the Funakoshi family.