Chapter 66

History is sometimes remarkably ironic. Ever since the reforms of Shang Yang, the State of Qin dominated the realm, and the only force capable of curbing its formidable military might was the State of Zhao. Sharing common ancestry as descendants of the Ying clan and bearing the Zhao surname, the ultimate responsibility for unifying the world fell upon these two kindred states, plunging them into endless warfare and making them mortal enemies down through the generations.

In the modern metropolis, true profound martial arts are virtually nonexistent. In the eyes of Xia Xueyun, if one wished to learn profound martial arts, their only option was to seek out the great aristocratic families.

A flash of brilliance crossed Qin Yun’s eyes. Li Kuafu had indeed conducted a thorough investigation; the sharper his ally was, the greater the probability of their plan succeeding. Hearing Li Kuafu’s words, Qin Yun regained a few more points of confidence.

Well then~ let us put aside the notion of Yun the cross-dresser for now. Snowflakes seemed to be starting to fall from the sky once again; although they did not yet interfere with the ongoing evening gala, if the snowfall were to intensify, the event would likely have to be brought to an early close.

People heard only a crisp sound akin to the shattering of the void, and a crushing pressure instantly spread to the horizon, leaving a thick layer of frost upon the ice above the border prison.

"How many people have come, and did you see what banners they are flying?" Luo Wu nearby asked closely.

Unable to discern the exact intentions of the enemy forces outside the city, Huangfu Song did not dare to dispatch troops beyond the gates. He could sense that the enemy forces were immensely numerous, and with the garrison currently inside the city, sallying forth would undoubtedly be tantamount to suicide.

Yet now, Luo Li had been heavily injured, and after Luo Huan's proposal was rejected by the Council of Elders, he had taken no direct action whatsoever. Instead, he had privately instructed Liu Suifeng to handle the matter.

By the light of the illumination stone at the doorway, Xiao Wen vaguely felt that one of the elders dressed in luxurious robes looked somewhat familiar, though he could not temporarily recall where he had seen him. The other person was a middle-aged man in plain attire; at first glance, he appeared ordinary, yet he possessed a rather dignified bearing, far surpassing that of the elder.

Precisely because they were on their home turf, the Cleveland Cavaliers felt all the more anxious at this moment.

"Heh heh, Brother Zhaici, these are merely soldiers governed by the Southern Court, but what about the soldiers of the Northern Court?" Tian Yu said with a smile. Ever since Yelü Deguang acquired the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun south of the mountains, he had established the Northern and Southern Courts for administrative convenience, with the Southern Court managing affairs south of the mountains and the Northern Court administering the Khitan heartland.

Suddenly, Meng Yueyun seemed to hear someone singing. It was a melodious voice, resembling the joyful warbling of a nightingale! Gradually, the singing began to transform, carrying a seductive, bewitching magic that unconsciously plunged listeners into a trance.

Just as Calice wanted to ask about other matters, the groove before her suddenly underwent a bizarre transformation. An indescribable sensation slowly swept over her, and in the next instant, all the flames were extinguished.

Upon hearing Li Lin's voice, Han Chao practically scrambled in, running through the door on all fours. He furtively glanced twice at Li Lin, hoping to detect any clues from his expression, but he was ultimately disappointed as he could read absolutely nothing. This caused his heart to skip a beat with a sinking feeling: it was over, things were about to go terribly wrong.

With a hearty laugh, two middle-aged men entered one after the other through another door of the grand hall.

However, no matter how the proctoring teacher flipped the test papers back and forth, he astonishingly failed to find any bloodline that matched Qin Yang's.

As for why physicians of such extraordinarily high status chose not to practice in regular hospitals but instead joined such an organization, there were various reasons. Perhaps they were swayed by lavish financial offers, or naturally, some physicians had their medical licenses revoked for various reasons and found themselves with no arena to showcase their talents.

The Zhou army was filled with high morale, each holding a longbow drawn to a full moon as sharp arrows pierced the firmament. Accompanied by the sound of war drums, the whistling roar of arrows cleaving the air surged forward, and the dense rain of arrows blotted out the sky, plunging the heavens into a dusky gloom.

The mirror on the wardrobe fractured into spiderweb-like cracks, unable to withstand the energy overflowing from Meng Yueyun due to her somewhat out-of-control emotions.

Under normal circumstances, she would have long been consumed by curiosity regarding the clothing's supreme defense and self-repair capabilities, but right now she had no spare mind to care about such things.

"It really is him." Her sole intuition remained remarkably accurate. Yet she could not fathom why the name Tres popped into her mind the moment she laid eyes on him, especially since she had clearly never viewed any visual records of him, nor had he ever described his appearance.

"Ten-Absolutes Heavenly Venerable, this junior's Three-Lives Buddha-Demon Scripture also originates from the inheritance of the Ten-Absolutes Heavenly Venerable. To not hide it from you, this junior recently learned that the Three-Lives Buddha-Demon Scripture was not created by the Ten-Absolutes Heavenly Venerable at all, but is rather the technique of the Primordial Ancestor!" Nie Tian said.

And the most dazzling, most respected, and most feared aspect of this pirate crew was that crescent-like mustache. Everyone understood all too well what such a pirate crew signified and represented.

The fury felt by Chris Schiller himself upon learning of this matter demanded someone to step forward and bear it.

Back then, the four masters of the secret realms had indeed been defeated by Ye Qiu, but it was by no means a swift or effortless victory; rather, it was the result of a bitter and arduous struggle.

His words carried a trace of fortitude while his gaze revealed intense fury. Clenching his teeth tightly, bloody wings sprouted directly from his back as he activated the energy within his body.

Five minutes later, Delis departed of his own accord to voluntarily relieve himself of his duties with the officer in charge of personnel assignments. Had he not left voluntarily, the punishment would likely not have been a mere resignation, but rather being cast by Darcy onto some barren, primitive planet.

Fortunately, Kuma the Tyrant, the only one capable of teleportation, could not cover long distances instantaneously. Meanwhile, although the Door-Door Fruit allowed for long-range travel, the method of departure was far too slow to pose a significant threat.

"You should still support his neck a bit with your hand... Haha... Leonardo's expression is simply too hilarious..." Wei Yi instantly opened her optical computer and snapped several pictures.

Unsurprisingly, May Parker shrieked as she turned around, fleeing like she had just seen a ghost. From her perspective, what she was witnessing was indeed a ghost.

Zhan Hu shouted, "Spare the idle chatter, take my blow! Tiger—Soul—Crystal—Slash—!" Zhan Hu pointed his sword tip downward and swept it upward in a summoning motion. The surrounding airflow continuously converged toward him, and his sword grew crystal clear, its blade expanding larger and larger with the continuous infusion of battle aura.