Chapter 106: The Golden Cicada Sheds Its Shell

As a mastermind, he firmly grasped control of the situation. The sensation was overwhelmingly exquisite, yet Feng Xu’s presence made him restless and uneasy. Feng Xu had to be eliminated.

“Very well.” The captain’s face bore a trace of bitterness; he had never imagined that even the old dean’s courtyard needed to be under surveillance.

If only...

After finishing her shower, Han Junyu remained in the same posture as when she had just left, though now she had fallen asleep.

However, neither Helan Yao nor Bai Hu could sense Ning Ruxi’s anguished cries; even if they did, both would instinctively disregard them.

In response, the students in the audience nodded silently, much like the Shang Dynasty’s conquest of the Xia lasting two generations, the Zhou Dynasty’s overthrow of Shang spanning three generations, and the Qin State’s rise from weakness to strength taking just over twenty years.

She glanced at Yip Qi, but the other seemed equally helpless, as if she had no clue, which was infuriating.

She was Long Shaoyan’s wife—why then was she being thrown out while Long Shaoyan was receiving treatment? Helan Yao felt distinctly displeased.

“Eleventh sister, please don’t speak rashly. No matter what, Tenth Sister’s surname is still Su,” Su Ruhui cast a glance and smiled softly.

Moreover, no matter how one looked at it, An Kui showed great deference before this person, like a mouse facing a cat—fear mingled with awe, as if afraid this person might unleash a fury upon him.

The weather had gone mad; rain pelted down so heavily that it was impossible to open one’s eyes, and every breath brought water choking into the nose. The entire palace was shrouded in darkness; pale lightning flashed, and an inconspicuous shadow flickered in the corner of the old palace’s courtyard wall.

Qiangwu Tribe? Helan Yao repeated the words in her mind. During Emperor Long Yuechen’s roughly ten-year reign, the Northern Xia had suffered a crushing defeat at the hands of the Qiangwu Tribe. The Qiangwu were a nomadic people south of Northern Xia, dwelling in the desert. Though life was harsh, their people were fierce and skilled in battle.

“This is bad! A large number of missiles have locked on, exceeding our intercept capacity!” An officer suddenly shouted in alarm from the other side.

The sudden appearance of this creature made Gao Tianming even more cautious; even walking behind Ye Tianxun, he dared not let his guard down.

Without this person’s intervention, he wouldn’t have been able to claim the divine dragon rewards—this favor was significant.

Only now did Zhao Desheng become acutely aware that he might have fallen into someone else’s trap, cold sweat pouring down his balding forehead.

Huang Quan had often thought Li Xianzhang was ruthless, especially toward his own people. His cruelty was impartial—he was harsh to his own, but even harsher to the Liao-Jin forces. Yet, despite this, he remained utterly loyal to the latter.

As the words left his mouth, a massive cloud of poisonous gas erupted from his body, blasting out like a volcanic eruption and sending the young man on the left flying backward.

Streams of patterned light shot forth in bands, transforming into countless formations and simultaneously manifesting as numerous martial attacks.

Meanwhile, Cao Yuchen’s move completely shattered the cold, violent facade that Tattooed Brother had painstakingly maintained over the years.

From Ye Liangchen’s earlier remark, it was clear he had paid someone to take their lives.

After speaking, he pulled several paper cranes from his pocket, murmured a few incantations, and the cranes fluttered up, circling slowly above everyone’s heads.

Half an hour later, six poison formation masters had finished setting up the “Heaven” teleportation array and then summoned Gu Qing over.

However, the damage inflicted on Carter seemed trivial in comparison, prompting Su Yang’s lips to curl into a faint, serene smile once again.

With that, the sect leader ignored the others and advanced a third time to seize the treasure. Kunpeng, enraged, stirred the Three Corps Gods into rebellion, soaring up to confront the leader directly.

Yet, only fifty or sixty miles from the western border city, they were ambushed again by the enemy on a hillside.