Chapter Ninety-Six: Stone Golem (4/5)

The skeletons rushed out of the cavern, each still clutching a wooden shovel for digging earth.

Inside the square pit, an earthen staircase had been left intact, leading upward, and the skeletons climbed it in an orderly line.

Weide saw a doorway cave in. Something had violently destroyed the load-bearing structure of that kiln chamber, collapsing even the earthen wall itself.

In that instant, more than a dozen souls returned.

More than a dozen skeletons had not made it out in time.

“Brother Shen, what do you think? If the three factions join forces, do they stand any chance of breaking this Scorching Sun Formation?” Hua Tian asked softly.

Fate had already begun to turn. Whether Tiesuo liked it or not, he had fallen into a tragedy. Even if he truly managed to hold Yanzhou against the court’s repeated assaults, he would still never live to see Guyin return.

Zhou An thought as much. And if that was truly the case, he did not mind taking his fearsome reputation even further. He wanted to become a man who inspired dread at the mere mention of his name. The Eastern Depot also needed a fearsome name, which was why he had asked Tang Hongfei to find time to “pay a visit” to the other officials who had also attended the banquet at Qian Manor the night before.

When I got home, I found Grandma still sitting by the doorway of the main room, holding the same posture as before, as if nothing at all had changed.

Tang Chen did tremble slightly, but not from pleasure. Instead, a bone-deep chill filled his body, and he could not help but shudder.

Although the Misty Sect had fallen beneath the fist of the Heavenly Demon Lord, from the present situation it seemed that the Misty Lone Swan Formation was still guarding the sect’s mountain gate. No one knew how much power remained in the grand array personally laid down by the Misty Immortal Lord.

Perhaps because everything had happened too suddenly, the old man seemed to have suffered a severe shock and began coughing violently again.

What if, just as when he had encountered Slaughter, he crossed over once more? And then, in some other world, was trapped for another ten years?

Even if a famed general could guard against feints and diversions, he would not be able to do so forever. A spark of insight flashed in Zhang Yizhi’s mind, and his thoughts immediately took a completely new direction. This time, his thinking had purpose, inspiration, and even a few sparks of brilliance. Thus began the indirect contest with the famed general, and Zhang Yizhi intended to see just how formidable that man truly was.

Labock had followed Najeta in defecting from the Empire. Though he had once been an Imperial soldier, he now obeyed his own general, while secretly harboring feelings of admiration for Najeta.

“I am Wuchang. I have returned...”

With that single sentence, the entire Left Bank Paradise Star fell silent.

A long time had already passed. Never mind going to buy a drink; even enough time for a meal and a trip to the restroom had come and gone.

Longya was desperate to prove something. He could not allow the Demon Lord to look down on him. He was strong—at least stronger than the man behind him.

At that moment, Chen Chun let out a thunderous shout, thrust both palms forward, and struck fiercely at Zhou Tianlong. A gale of immense force rose from his hands, driving the surrounding mortal-warrior soldiers back again and again.

My God. This was actually one of the killing arts hidden for countless years by the Assassins’ Holy Court. How could it appear here? the bald chicken cried out in excitement.

After sobbing for a while, and seeing that Ma Jianyao had no reaction, Chen Lei seemed to fear disturbing the others. She gently kissed Ma Jianyao’s cracked, cold face, then hurried away.

With a sudden wave of his hand, a streak of cold light shot out without a sound, perfectly aimed at that grotesque thing.

The solid marble floor had already cracked like a spiderweb. These imported marble tiles were extraordinarily hard—hammer them with a sledgehammer, and they might not even show a mark—but under the aftermath of the two men’s true energy, they had been forcibly shattered into a web of fissures.

Pfft! The blade sank into flesh, yet became lodged there, unable to go any farther. At the sight of this, even Darius, after casting aside all humanity, could not help but show a look of surprise. He had not expected anyone to withstand the edge of the Cursed Blade with nothing but flesh and blood.