113. Facing Lu Bu

"Report, General! The Langya Cavalry's Brave Rider Battalion has finished assembling. Please issue your orders!"

Outside the military camp at Xudu, Liao Hua rode forward and shouted.

"Move out!"

Cao Xin waved his heavy iron spear and roared.

"Yes, General!"

Woo-woo-woo—the signature horn of the Langya Army echoed outside the camp.

Over a thousand warhorses began to march in unison, their iron hooves striking the ground with a rhythmic, thunderous boom that rolled on without ceasing.

Xiang Yu rolled her eyes. She understood what Li Da meant. According to their previous plans, it would be best for their own trusted confidants to occupy the position of the Dragon King of Hangzhou. The sudden appearance of this Zhang Baihe was truly unexpected.

After completing his preparations and packing a simple bag, Bian Que cautiously surveyed his surroundings before immediately setting off to flee toward the world outside the palace walls. Before leaving, he took one last look at his withered, discarded internal organs lying on the bed. Then, carrying a new life within him, he resolutely set out to pursue his new path.

With a light cry, Zhao Shuzhen threw Qin Feng and Fang Hu far away just before being struck. She took the thunderous blow alone, crashing deep into the ground.

With such strength, she might not be able to contend with a top-tier power like the Frozen Divine Kingdom, but across the entire Southwest, there was no longer anyone who could resist her.

Therefore, in Kong Dehui's view, it was impossible for her husband to have a conflict with her mother-in-law.

A certain streamer's broadcast room had just opened, and over ten thousand people swarmed in instantly; the number of viewers was soaring in a straight line.

Just as Li Da and the Beichan Temple were locked in a power struggle, the sound of footsteps echoed slowly through a secret prison deep within the imperial palace.

On the contrary, his father’s daoist-style robe suited the environment quite well. Ye Muchen laughed heartlessly at the sight.

The decline of the Beichan Temple was different from that of the Dafu Temple. The Dafu Temple had been burned to the ground by tens of thousands of braided demons, its warrior monks killed or wounded to the last. Although the Weituo Sect and the Shape-Mimicry Fist had inherited its legacy, it could hardly be called a revival.

"Very well. Announce that the envoy from the Great Xia Dynasty may enter," Yan Lingji said with a smile. She felt great satisfaction seeing Zhou Tansheng's expression; she had been annoyed to death by them lately.

Zi Feng and Jin Wuque shouted, simultaneously raising their shields. Zi Feng was wreathed in flames, while Jin Wuque’s entire body shimmered with golden light. In contrast, the Purple Emperor just stared at them, his eyes wide with surprise.

Moonlight shone through the window onto the living room wall, where countless ghostly shadows were vaguely swaying and clawing. Li Weidong sneered at the sight and remarked, "Too amateurish." Ignoring the ghosts entirely, he walked through the living room toward the bedroom.

During this time, I went to the doorway more than once to check the aura of the village, but I found no anomalies, nor did I see any sign of Song Chunzhi.

"Why should I believe you?" Li Weidong frowned; the tone of the Three-Eyed Evil God made him very uncomfortable.

"Hmph! A grain of sand trying to outshine the moon," the man in black scoffed. With a shake of his body, a massive ball of energy exploded, forcing back the pair's attacks. Just as the man in black was feeling smug...

Squinting his eyes, Hao Chen felt spiritual light flicker beneath his feet. The cold gleam of the Qianlong Ancient Halberd flashed in his hand as he prepared to charge toward Yi Yun.

Yet, in her heart, she was thinking about how she must take her revenge. Now that she had encountered Hao Chen again in the courthouse, and with the powerful man in white by her side, it was exactly as she had wished.

"I implore the Immortal to take action and awe the Great Song Dynasty, so that this disaster may be averted," the princess knelt, and all the guards followed suit, pleading.

I was just about to ask Zhao Xiwen what she intended to do, but I discovered that she had already walked over. She pushed her hands forward violently, and instantly, a sheet of ice formed on the ground. The Ox-Head slipped, falling to the ground in a pathetic heap. Panting heavily, it glared at us with its blood-red eyes.

"You want to split our forces? I strongly object! That is exactly what the enemy wants us to do so they can pick us off one by one!" Norris jumped up before Zhongli Yuhua could even finish speaking.