Volume One, Chapter 43: The Eldest Daughter of the Marquis of Zhenbei Naturally Masters Martial Arts

The air flowing through the deep forest abruptly turned tense.

Jiang Yutang’s breath caught.

The white horse she was riding, as if sensing the approach of danger, instinctively took a few steps backward.

Unexpectedly, a trembling voice came from nearby first.

"H-How come there are assassins over here too..."

Cheng Yang possessed a truly astonishing amount of strength. With a single muffled shout followed by a crisp "clang," his entrenching tool smashed squarely into a man's head. With a sharp bang, the skull instantly split open like a ripe watermelon.

And then, those pursuers who had initially driven Luo Tianhua into such a desperate state of frantic dodging—forcing him to pull out his ultimate bottom-of-the-barrel skills yet still unable to shake them off—were now being driven along by Luo Tianhua like a flock of chickens and ducks, fleeing all the way toward the direction where Li Mo Moganda had departed.

"The Supreme Sect Master is over that way. You may go," the Elder of Scripture Transmission said. With that, he turned and left, vanishing in a single step.

Mobenge Middle School was located in the upper reaches of this river. Both banks were paved with flagstones, from the cracks of which tough grass grew stubbornly, occasionally dotting the rock-colored riverbanks with specks of green.

"Huh?" Hearing the Fatty say this, I seemed to sense something amiss. I hurriedly pulled out my wolf-eye flashlight and swept it across the surroundings, a peculiar expression instantly surfacing on my face.

Li Aichuan and the others followed the tunnel entrance into a sealed underground chamber, where skeletal remains lay scattered haphazardly across the floor, adding a touch of horror to the atmosphere.

However, seeing that Li Yi bore no injuries on his body could still be considered quite good news. Observing this, Tols without the slightest hesitation awakened Li Yi, whose five senses had been shut off.

The moment Ye Qi's words fell, the earth trembled and the sky fractured. Everything between heaven and earth shifted in accordance with his spoken decree and will.

Neither of these two looked particularly formidable. If they encountered ordinary opponents, Li Yi could still handle them for a couple of rounds, but if they were to run into powerful creatures like Shui Yun, Li Yi would have no choice but to unleash his final trump card.

"You should go too. But, as you said about Aoxue, you need your own space, and I need mine too. Whenever the two of us are together, I feel like I have no personal space at all." Gu Ming frowned, downing the wine that had just been served.

With Meng Qingshan’s departure, the atmosphere inside the Tongchun Restaurant finally eased a little, but the lingering scent of blood in the air and the thrilling scene of the battle just moments ago still left everyone with lingering fears.

As the procession passed through the city gate, Meng Qingshan sat astride his horse, casting his gaze into the distance to immediately spot the magistrate and the private secretary waiting at the end of the street.

"Compared to that, are you still going to wait for us in the locker room today?" Su Wan asked.

When Si Jinnian spoke those words, Gu Shouye laughed heartily, as if he had just heard a colossal joke.

Aoxue, Gu Ming, and Liya could not help but exchange awkward looks. Conquered? Fine. Putting it that way was accurate enough. Usually, it was Shasha who took the initiative.

They truly did not know the immensity of heaven and earth. If a real fight broke out, Zhao Xiaochen and the others wouldn't be afraid; the terrain here was so open that they were bound to win no matter what.

Only after hearing this did Yan Le realize how narrow-minded he had been, utterly failing to see the true depth of the Zhong family's resources. Feeling deeply ashamed, he accepted the offer.

Waiting for a hare by a stump was undoubtedly a fine tactic, but it did not align with the style of the Tiger Regiment. Regardless of the circumstances, the Tiger Regiment always charged forward, shattering the enemy's formation with bullets and flesh.

Su Wan thoroughly disliked this kind of chaotic schedule, and he could be certain that it was entirely a sacrifice made by the Pacers to accommodate the schedules of other high-profile teams. He detested such sacrifices.

"Then I'll look for her tomorrow." Considering the multitude of events Annie had experienced deep within the forest—while others might not know about the sneak attack on her, Sylphide certainly did—it would truly be strange if she weren't exhausted. It was best to let her rest properly for a day.