Chapter 116: The Great Battle of Yangmu

The moment Zhao Ling’er finished speaking, she saw the expressions of the people around them change dramatically. Since they had managed to reach this place, they clearly possessed some ability of their own; dealing with a little girl like her should have required none of their full strength.

“I truly have no idea what kind of abilities you two possess, but I can tell you this: Zhao Yuan will never take first place here. The winner will be our leader. You two would do well to stay here obediently and tie yourselves up. Otherwise, we won’t hesitate to use force against two pretty little girls like you!”

Those words left Zhao Ling’er feeling somewhat incredulous. After all, what had happened at the beginning had already placed these people in an awkward position, and now—

In an instant, three Lin Chens appeared before the Second and Third Elders. The three attacked in unison, while the two elders brandished their long swords, locking the battle into a fierce stalemate.

Helian Xun and Long Yin were both stunned when they heard this. They exchanged a glance, and each saw the gravity in the other’s eyes.

She had spoken so lightly, but Xing Hui and the others were shaken to their very cores. She had actually survived a battle with a divine beast. It seemed that her strength had already reached a level beyond estimation.

Murong Fengxue’s delicate face was deathly pale. She had never imagined that Jing Ge would treat her this way. That day, she had thought Jing Ge was merely placating Murong Zhaoyun and letting the matter pass.

The guards on either side had already been sent away by An Batian to stand watch, leaving the entire Demon Dragon Hall deserted. The hall’s structure was simple. After passing through a corridor, the two of them found a massive stone gate before them.

Duan Lang crossed the tunnel of time and stepped into modern society. Surrounded by every kind of temptation, he wondered when he would ever be able to return to the Southern Zhao Kingdom. His longing for his homeland and loved ones filled him with shame. If not for his own recklessness and arrogance, this ending would never have come to pass.

“All right! Your wish is my command, Mother!” Yu Moxi raised her left hand and mischievously placed it beside her forehead in a salute.

“Heh heh. Just a passerby, yet you possess such skill?” The old man in the Taoist robe spoke stiffly, a trace of mockery in his voice.

Xing Hui had never expected to become a stepping stone for the monkey. The smile on his face instantly froze. When he turned around and saw the monkey flaunting itself before him as though ridiculing him, his face darkened at once.

Yet the plant before them had easily turned black and even withered away. It was completely unable to withstand the corrosion of the cold poison.

On the surface, the Yin-Yang Palace remained tranquil. Beneath that calm, however, undercurrents surged, while the people’s alienation from Yin-Yang Lord Lin spread endlessly in ripples.

Susan glanced at him. A terrorist, naturally, would oppose the Allied Army. As for Colonel Ke, he probably objected to every word the man said.

Tao Wanqing looked at the two of them, then suddenly took Yun Duoduo’s hand and wrote the name “Murong Che” in her palm.

“Your Highness, where are you going?” Disappointment flickered in Liu Qianqian’s eyes. She had thought Murong Che would stay with her. Even if they did nothing, should he not at least keep her company?

At that suffocating moment, when the outcome seemed already decided, a figure appeared before Chong Wu. With effortless precision, he seized the sect master’s sword from Chong Wu’s hands and swept past him in a gust of wind. A similar brush with death had occurred once before in Seven Shrine Town, after which he had saved the lives of all his fellow disciples. This time, he would never abandon Lu Guannan either.

Anyone who had experienced such a thing even once would remember it for the rest of their life. Yet she had actually forgotten him. Though it was because of the Forget-Me Tea, he was still heartbroken—truly heartbroken. Why had she forgotten him of all people?

Wu Yazi in the sky and the three departing members of the Red Rakshasa had all become mere scenery. Zong Yang appeared before Su Ying. He knew that the Su Ying before him was only an illusion, but those three words had just filled his heart with fervor and pain. He raised a hand to smooth her beautiful hair, then drew her into a passionate embrace.

Wei Rouyi nervously withdrew her claws. “If you have nothing better to do, stop frightening me.” Her courage was limited enough as it was, yet he still had the leisure to tease her.

Murong Yinzhu’s night-walking technique was instinctive and normally unaffected by the formations within the imperial palace. But after considering how conspicuous she had already been, she decided to restrain herself somewhat. To keep others from discovering the true extent of her abilities, she chose instead to walk slowly through the palace.