Chapter 22: Warfare is Dire and Perilous

In the back hall.

The Daoist priest in a patched Daoist robe had a face the color of gold paper. Leaning heavily on a purple-cyan greatsword to keep himself from falling, his arms trembled slightly, his calves shook like a sifting sieve, and several tears ripped open his robe.

The longest tear was ferocious, resembling a beast opening its bloody maw. Fresh blood flowed out in a steady stream, gathering around his feet into a puddle.

Crackling.

Arcs of electricity extended from his palms to the sword, then surged back from the sword to his palms. His wild hair, its hairpin broken, was also tinged with the current, standing up in disarray.

If he were to lose to Wang Teng in full view of the crowd, the blow to his reputation would be immense.

Looking up, one could see towering trees blocking out the sun everywhere. Between the massive trees, all kinds of shrubs and vines tightly choked the already limited space. Coupled with the ubiquitous snakes and insects, the ecosystem was nothing short of disastrous for humans.

After hanging up the phone, seeing Li Huan’s confident demeanor, Yu Ting and Liu Qianhuan finally stopped worrying.

Since ancient times, the way of incense and the way of tea have been inextricably linked, mutually compatible yet distinct.

"Alright, go on inside and find that Crocodile Gang." This was Li Huan's first time witnessing the most decadent hell on earth, and he felt profoundly uncomfortable.

"Not at all. I was just wondering how a dead person could possibly return." Cen Muning frowned, looking at Ziyang in confusion.

Haruko said generously, "We're all classmates, it doesn't matter who treats. Please don't be so polite." With that, Haruko glanced at the earring-wearing man's shoes, a flash of approval in her eyes.

As for why, one could only say that Company Commander Zhang felt Li Huan was still quite a humane sort of fellow.

"At least I put in more effort than was ever spent on you." Hearing An Lingran's words, Gu Sichun paused in her steps, then turned around to say with a sneer.

Following a series of interrogations, the truth finally came to light. Erleng was acquitted and released without charge. As for the other two who had shielded the murderer, a trial sentenced them to three months in prison, along with fifty liang of silver paid to Erleng as compensation.

Chen Tianming knew what was proper and certainly wouldn't lose his bearings over a single remark from Gao Yuan. "Second Brother, I understand. If you need anything else, just call me. I'll be heading back first." Nodding in permission, Gao Yuan accepted his departure. Chen Tianming then bid farewell to the others present and left.

Naturally, unless one attained sainthood in the physical body and then borrowed that layer of mighty power, miracles born of sheer brute force would never occur.

Yan Jiaorao raised a hand, stopping Chen Cheng's words. Her pupils captured all the shimmering brilliance of the world, clear as a bright mirror, seemingly reflecting every shade of right and wrong in existence.

For the longest time, Xiao Xiong had believed that Dragon Fang was an organization obsessed with physical appearance. But this time, he finally understood that only the combat units within Dragon Fang required a high level of looks, while other researchers were chosen purely based on capability.

With a playful expression, he said to Chen Tianbao, "I just want to see how big of a scene you can make. We're staying right here today, and we won't leave until things blow up." Having said that, Gao Yuan pulled Zhou Qian'er over to sit on the chairs provided for guests in the store.

One had to admit, the effect was quite good. Waging war not only tempered the iron-clad, fierce and indomitable style of the dark army's soldiers, but also greatly boosted the army's morale.

He instructed everyone to cultivate quietly and discreetly on Heavenly Sword Mountain, while he himself wandered around its perimeters every day.

"She certainly isn't acting alone. Haven't you noticed that a certain handsome guy is missing?" Zhao Yaxin said with a sarcastic tone.

The Marquis of Valorous Might remained expressionless. Given his status, lowering himself to kill a mere captain would indeed be far beneath his dignity.

Just as Xu Que sighed and prepared to compose a poem to the night, he caught a glimpse of someone in the corner of the street outside the window, seemingly waving and gesturing at him.

Master Taiyi wanted nothing to do with this matter; the worst that could happen was that he would go retrieve the Anger Pill himself. Since Wang Dachuan was unwilling to leave this place and insisted on playing the devoted lover, he might as well let him be.