320 The Rise and Fall of the Royal City (Chapter 49)
Neatly and evenly divided in two, the cut was like a judgment from hell, without warning or warning.
His immediate reaction was to open and close his mouth, filled only with powerless anger and disbelief, 'You bastard, you have no sportsmanship, you ambushed me!'
He was just about to let out a scream of excruciating pain that was spreading throughout his body—a pain that penetrated to the very marrow of his bones, enough to make him let out a heart-wrenching scream.
The sound seemed to be cut off midway, as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping his throat. In disbelief, he could only see himself, his left eye could see his right eye.
His eyes widened in disbelief. The Corpse Demon Path—when hiding within a body, our race possesses a special protective shield, impervious to ordinary swords and magic. Moreover, it can escape instantly. And how could it be? How could it possibly be cleaved in two?
Before they died, their eyes were filled with disbelief. "I am the Corpse King, how can I die? How can I just disappear from the world so easily? Something must have gone wrong." Darkness enveloped them, and they were plunged into eternal damnation.
A simple, crushing strike, like writing death lightly, swift and silent, without a flash of light or shadow, only the end of death.
His full strength had not yet been revealed. Relying on the talent within his clan, he was invincible. Now, however, it had become a path to his death. It was truly lamentable.
With another gentle slash, the blade was about to burn the object to ashes when a soft sound reached the ear. The beauty wanted to study it, so naturally, it was left behind.
Those around him fell silent for a moment, then shouted, "Our lord is mighty! Our lord is mighty!" Their voices echoed through the sky.
Jingzhai and the others, their faces lightly veiled, watched quietly, their eyes sparkling with excitement. Their lovers were so beautiful; it truly stirred their hearts.
Miss Zuo and Old Master Hong were quiet at this moment. Their usually aloof faces now had wide-open eyes, like two glistening grapes embedded in their delicate features. Their lips were tightly closed, as if trying to stop themselves from exclaiming in surprise.
His face was pale, not from fear, but from shock. His hands trembled slightly, as if he could hardly believe it and was unable to bear the shock in his heart.
The sound of my heartbeat echoed in the silent air. At this moment, it seemed as if everything around me was quiet, with only my own heartbeat, a rapid and powerful drumbeat, as if telling of the chaos and confusion in my heart.
His eyes were filled with doubt as he looked at the scene before him. Such a terrifying person could not escape a single strike. There were no restrictions at this moment. Both were the same. Unlike Yun Qing just now, who had the support of a military formation, this time it was just so simple and brutal.
Her body was stiff, as if fixed in place by an invisible force, but a strange feeling flowed through her heart. An emotion told her that she absolutely needed to seize the opportunity, absolutely.
Her eyes flickered with a deep fear and joy, excitement and indescribable emotions—an emotion she couldn't control, an emotion she couldn't help herself to. It's been said since ancient times that beautiful women love heroes!
A beautiful woman dances gracefully in the clear autumn air, while a hero's heroic spirit soars to the heavens. Her beauty, capable of captivating a nation, lingers in my heart. A dream of love fades, leaving only self-pity. A hero, though heartbroken, sheds no tears, his lapel brimming with sorrow. The beauty loves the hero, their love deep and enduring!
Even heroes cannot resist the charms of a beautiful woman, and beautiful women are deeply in love with heroes. Their love is as tender as water, as gentle as silk, until their hair turns white and their minds become clouded, until finally, even as their clothes grow looser, they have no regrets.
Suddenly, she closed her eyes tightly and took a deep breath. Then, she opened her eyes again, a strange light in them. Her lips parted slightly, as if saying to herself, 'This trip was indeed true. Seeing is believing; without asking, how could one know the truth? Miss, you are absolutely right.'
Hongbo was in a similar situation. He held the knife in his hand out of habit, without feeling anything. The previous strike had benefited him greatly. It was an unseen strike, an indescribable strike, a masterpiece of craftsmanship, an unfathomable strike.
His mouth was slightly open, his whole body stiffened, frozen in that moment, as if he was contemplating the perfectly executed strike he had just delivered.
After a long while, she came to her senses and sighed softly as she transmitted her voice, "Miss Zuo, I don't know what gift you gave me. Now I feel that it is probably not quite appropriate. The hidden dragon is in the abyss. No, it is no longer a hidden dragon."
This is a real dragon! It's almost a real dragon! It has the potential of a former emperor. We should probably pay them a visit soon.
With a soft sigh and a complex, unreadable expression, he thought, "A dragon has emerged from this borderland. Is the world about to change, or is it the beginning of another great struggle?"
Miss Zuo nodded and whispered, "I don't know the specifics, Miss didn't say. Let's proceed as before. There's plenty of time later. For this border region to develop, food is indispensable. I just don't know what kind of person this landowner is. We need to observe him more closely."
Old Master Hong nodded and said nothing more. He had already asked too many questions in his moment of reflection; there was no need to ask further. His young lady would naturally take care of the arrangements. His young lady was exceptionally talented and gifted in every way.
After the cheers subsided, Yun Su arranged for people to clean up the ground. Han Linling flashed in her hand and collected the corpses on the ground. Yun Su got on her horse and looked inside. The goods were still there, but they were scattered in disarray.
He whispered to Wes, "The city garrison commander should arrange for someone to check on the situation of Manager Guo's family. If they still have family members, make arrangements for their future."
"Yes, Madam," Wes quickly replied, clasping his hands in a respectful gesture. "We'll handle this. You and Madam, please go and rest."
A simple slash shattered all reality. If it were us, we would probably be facing a great calamity. This is the stark reality: without the protection of adults, we are nothing more than meat on a chopping block, just big and strong.
Yun Qing gently sheathed her sword and approached softly. Her face was flushed, indicating she hadn't suffered any injury. She whispered, "Miss, we've dealt with all the demonic beasts today. There's still some fifth and sixth-tier demonic beast blood left; we can ask Madam Wanqing to refine it into pills."
We purchase at market price.
Yun Su nodded gently and replied, "I'll ask about it later. Thank you for your trouble, sister. Sister, please come back with me and rest for a while."
Then, with one hand, she felt his pulse and said softly, "Fortunately, his lungs and internal organs haven't been damaged. Sister, take this pill." After saying that, she took out an exquisite jade bottle containing a pulse-protecting pill.
He gently opened the container, releasing a fragrant aroma of medicine. He quickly stuffed the medicine into Yun Qing's mouth, his hand gripping Yun Qing's tightly, refusing to let go. A pang of guilt stirred within him; having come all the way to the border, it was ultimately for his own sake.
Looking at her hand being held tightly, Yun Qing felt a surge of warmth in her heart. Yun Su waved and pulled Yun Shuni over as well.
Zhang Dazhuang, Yun Heiyi, and Baiyi watched quietly, then turned their gazes to the distance!
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