Volume 1, Chapter 51: The Six Flaming Sun Formulas

Hearing this, Major Kato could not help but shudder. Remembering the miserable fate of Jiro Yamada, the old Japanese devil finally felt fear. Although he was not afraid of death, he certainly did not want to die like Jiro Yamada.

Without any superfluous words, although Bai Moye's build was not as tall as Sang Dusi's, he had undergone basic physical enhancement. Carrying two little girls and sprinting all the way to the nearby bathhouse was quite effortless for him.

Upon learning the identity of the Night Emperor and knowing that the Nether Night Venerable was constantly prowling around Yujing, deep worry welled up in Lu Hongchang's heart.

"Do you know him?" a priest who had walked over, who was also the person in charge of today's event, asked Qiu Fenglei.

"Yaji!" A Japanese officer nearby hurriedly responded, then turned and ran off to convey the order.

After searching the tree hole over and over again, and finally making sure that she had taken everything away, Luo Tong was satisfied. Outside the tree hole, Sheng Qiwu was truly anxious; he called out to Luo Tong twice, but she did not answer him.

The next day, Yang Yu was awakened by Jiang Hongshao. Having suffered from nightmares all night, he had not slept very well. After waking up, Yang Yu ate the hot porridge brought over by Jiang Hongshao, and then, accompanied by her, took his temperature.

Yet, even so, she still persevered tirelessly, because she thought that even if she ultimately could not be together with Yang Yu, at least the place where he lived would bear her traces, and by looking at these furniture, in certain moments, perhaps he might think of her as well.

Next to the black protective barrier hovered a handsome, fair-skinned youth with a pair of pitch-black wings and purple hair and pupils. Clearly, the dark veil was his possession.

These few people wore solemn expressions and successively expressed that they would never fail the faction leader's commission and would await his call at any time.

This was akin to watching a solar eclipse; imperceptibly, the moon wanes, yet how the waning occurs, no one can clearly explain, even if one stares right at it. Day breaks imperceptibly, and night falls imperceptibly. None of these have a clear boundary, leaving people unable to distinguish them.

However, Abraham noticed that Revent's pupils, which had not shown any large emotional fluctuations since just now, instantly constricted into vertical slits, and the smile on his face vanished completely, leaving only bone-chilling coldness.

Seeing that the general trend was gone, Long Han knew that if he ordered them to fight to the death, he would undoubtedly lose the hearts of the people, for these men were not like that black-robed youth. He had no choice but to order a retreat.

Then, let it be so~ never disturbing each other again. This was the best ending for the two of them.

In fact, the Night Alliance was already qualified to upgrade to a Tier 2 faction. In terms of the strength of its members, it had already exceeded the standard, and as for the fees required for the upgrade, that was not an issue either.

"Is he really that strong? To be able to fight against the teacher for so long... Alas... Could it be that I was really wrong?" He knew that he no longer had a way out. Since things had already happened, let the storm rage even more fiercely! Such was the current state of Dino Ray's mind.

Watching the radish nudge against his belly, Luan Jian felt extremely displeased and gave a vigorous jump onto his shoulder, then, before he could react, sank a pair of eerie teeth into him with a ferocious bite.

Taking the lead was a troop of elite armored cavalry. That imposing vanguard unit completely ignored the two camp-guard soldiers, spurring their horses directly into the camp, the mud and snow kicked up by the horses' hooves splashing all over the two guards who failed to dodge in time.

On the burly man's chest was a wolf-head tattoo with bared fangs and a ferocious expression, looking as lifelike as real, with a pair of wolf eyes emitting a faint green glow.

"Are you looking for me for something?" Instinctively, Xia Ranmo did not want to have any pointless entanglements with this man.

Jumping out of the window, the leader of the Wu Gang could not help but feel a shock in his heart. He saw that the grand banquet in the courtyard, which had previously been filled with clinking glasses and lively chatter, was now in shambles. Many core members of the faction lay sprawled about, corpses scattered on the ground, with dark red blood flowing freely, turning the place into a veritable slaughterhouse.

"Since you believe Lord Feng is a good official, why not hand these things over to him?" Shao An pointed the way out for him. By now, Xu Ce no longer trusted the local officials in Henan. However, Feng Che was at least a reliable and upright official.

Yanruo offered him a slight bow, looked up, and asked, "May I ask the Great General, the Great Qi has fallen and the Great Chu has newly risen? For the new sovereign of Great Chu, all under heaven belongs to the king, and every subject on the land serves the king. Where under the sun can we flee to in order to find peace and settle down?"

"Beep... Beep beep... Beep beep beep beep..." The screen began to light up, and a red dim glow illuminated the entire cockpit.

Emperor Huizong's face was pale, and his teeth trembled slightly. He had experienced assassinations before, but never had the scale and momentum been as grand, as terrifying, and as despairing as today.

"Can you not ask such a retarded question? I am not the same as you." After I finished speaking, I also lit a cigarette and took a heavy drag.

Those few servants, terrified that the ferocious dragon would rush in again to harm their master, had long since bolted the door tightly.

Would he still be able to see his father and reunite with him after death? Yet he wondered what he could possibly say to his father. He must not let him know that his mother and brother were still suffering through all kinds of hardship.

The sound of artillery burst forth like popping beans. Many infantry and cavalrymen of the Red Turban Army were blown to pieces before they even reached the Huben Camp, flesh and blood flying in the air. Yet their attacking speed did not slacken in the slightest; the cavalry in the very front successively unhooked the repeating crossbows strapped to the sides of their warhorses and began to sweep the Huben Camp with arrows.