Chapter 2600: Going into Business

This way, not only would the demonic beasts fail to recognize Zhou Lie, but even the disciples of the Heaven-Splitting Sword Sect wouldn't recognize him. Moving through the Imperial City would be like a fish in water, saving a lot of trouble.

Rest? What for? Why sleep long in life when you'll have eternal slumber after death?

Xu Fu roared.

However, though these sects outwardly agreed with him, deep down, they paid him no heed at all. This made Xuanzong's position extremely awkward; they couldn't integrate with these ancient sects, yet they disdained being among the six major sects. How could this not be awkward?

But as the sole heir of the Hu family, Hu Sihai would absolutely not allow him to engage in such dangerous activities.

Yun Tiao gazed blankly at Ye Li. In the dim light, his slightly blue eyes shone astonishingly bright, like a lake surface under moonlight—silent yet not calm.

This longsword was as white as snow and frost, emitting a menacing cold gleam. Its blade was exceedingly thin, reflecting a sharpness that could almost blind a person.

The passenger ship first sailed from Qinghe to the Han River, then entered the Yangtze River from the Han River, and traveled downstream. After seven or eight days, they disembarked, and the rest of the journey would have to be overland.

Hashirama raised his right hand, his palm pointed at the Animal Path Pain, and powerful chakra burst forth from his eyes.

It seemed Ryan was quite familiar with these bandits; they began chatting idly.

Just then, a hospital bed was pushed out. Song Chi, lying on it, immediately burst into tears upon seeing Song Laohu.

Finally, the cave dwelling was before his eyes; he saw hope. However, as he passed through the waterfall, he suddenly discovered a colossal figure completely blocking the entrance to the cave.

At that moment, Mo Fei's heart tightened, and an indescribable feeling of trepidation suddenly surged within him.

“Alright, alright! Then I, Song, shall reluctantly accept!” Song Jiang agreed with satisfaction, then bowed to everyone.

The stage lights shifted from dim to bright, then from bright back to dim. The gentle and harmonious lighting created a pleasing sensation for the audience.

However, Ling Zhen's cannons were different. His artillery not only had a range of four to five *li*, but also, according to Wang Lun's suggestion, the iron ball projectiles were replaced with true shells filled with explosives. This directly increased their power severalfold.

Bad news kept coming. Just days after the fifth imperial prince's untimely death, Emperor Chongzhen finally learned that Zhang Xianzhong had rebelled again. The blow this dealt him was unimaginable.

As Wang Hu galloped, he kept recalling the origins of the Six-Eared Macaque and the recent events, leaving him somewhat bewildered for a moment.

However, when her Mystic Qi entered Li Hengxuan's body, it vanished without a trace, like a clay ox sinking into the sea, eliciting no reaction whatsoever.

Although they only stayed for a few days, the villagers' genuine warmth and hospitality were deeply moving. Having nothing substantial to offer, they spent those days teaching the villagers some self-defense skills. For a few children with honest character and good aptitude, they shared everything they knew.

“Get back inside! If there's any news, come tell me.” Boss Ren snapped at the young man, then stood up, his face darkening as he paced around the room.

“So you must be very familiar with Zhong Guolong and the others? You're both soldiers from Hunan, and you're in the same company, right?” Li Yongjun asked, betraying no emotion.

Upon seeing everything that was happening inside, Li Yuhua was utterly stunned, his mind racing like lightning as he thought of countermeasures.

Li Kang smiled and offered no further explanation on the matter. Any more might truly be seen as arrogance, and at this crucial moment, he didn't want to leave an impression of arrogance in front of Chang Meirong and Chen Qiaosheng.

Mo Huang realized that her silence was like another world; she had locked herself within it. She couldn't get out, and no one else could enter.

Each time, Young Master Qin took out two launchers. By now, he had used eight projectiles, chasing and firing them. In the blink of an eye, he blasted Mei Li over ten kilometers away, her body finally crashing uncontrollably into a stone wall.

He possessed two Nascent Souls: one Daoist and one Buddhist. Outsiders only knew he had the Daoist Nascent Soul, so naturally, only one was restrained. Qing He's cultivation was inherently lower than his, and Buddhist mind methods were good at breaking restrictions. Seeing that the six elders had departed, Xie Lingzi immediately used the Buddhist Nascent Soul to unlock the other Nascent Soul's restriction.

As he finished speaking, he waved his hand, and all the ice water instantly vanished. Of course, he had no way to dry the waterlogged floor mats and other items.

Colonel Chen was stunned with fear, daring not to shout again for a moment. Teng Ye cast a scornful glance at him, then turned and crouched behind the cover once more.

Yin Moluo took a breath, evidently having sustained severe injuries from the punch delivered by the Ancient Emperor Hentian earlier.

“I should be asking you! How did you provoke this monster? It's not that I can't defeat it, but if we fight, all living beings within a hundred *li* will be affected,” Lu Yang declared shamelessly.

After all, the Xuanyuan Sword was truly abnormal. If things continued this way, it would only be a matter of time before Liu Xiaomang and the other two were defeated.

Wu Yu was initially excited by Sun Xiaoxi's crucial shot, but he immediately became worried about the potential consequences that shot might bring upon Sun Xiaoxi.

Seeing Wu Di's triumphant look, Qin Han found it somewhat amusing, feeling disdain inwardly. "Your old man was beaten into a mess by me; do you think I'd be afraid of you?"

Now that Yang Chengqian and Murong Qingxue had both expressed their stance, Liu Yong also knew that this battle was inevitable. He understood the principle of "when the lips are gone, the teeth feel cold."

“Finish your breakfast first. Once you're done, I'll give you a gift, and then you'll understand,” Ye Feng said with a mysterious smile, looking at the group.

Ye Feng's body trembled ceaselessly. He looked at his wife in his arms, gently kissed Li Mengqi's forehead, tears uncontrollably flowing from his eyes, falling down his chin, and wetting Li Mengqi's forehead.

Suddenly, a burst of hearty laughter echoed throughout the entire Cloud Martial Way. Following that, a figure flickered into view, emanating an eerie aura and possessing a strange countenance.

Xu Shanshan held a photo of Liu Xiaomang, whose origin was unknown, and with a knife in her right hand, she forcefully slashed at the photo.

The elites found it very strange. Clearly, only the main hall nearby could hide people, and their side had suppressed it with firepower for so long. If there were any enemies, they would have been killed by now.

But wasn't this strange, demonic power already taken away by the mysterious person? Those blood-red eyes clearly flew into the spatial gate back then. Could it have just been an illusion?

“Why do you treat me like this? Is it just because I'm a beggar? Why? I won't accept this! Someday, someday, I will definitely trample you underfoot, crush you relentlessly! I swear it!” Wang Li muttered, clenching his fists tightly until his knuckles turned white.