Chapter 150: Cao Xin Pacifies Jiao and Yang

The Battle of Wuhu had drawn to a close. Cao's army secured a resounding victory over the forces of Jiangdong, capturing over ten high-ranking generals and more than three thousand soldiers.

Capitalizing on this momentum, Cao Xin pursued the retreating enemy, leading an army of five thousand to attack Zhuji County in Kuaiji, which served as the Jiangdong army's final stronghold, personally defended by Sun Quan.

"Report! General, the Chariot and Cavalry General Cao Xin is leading five thousand troops to encircle Zhuji, and the commanders of all four city gates are requesting reinforcements," a scout shouted at the foot of the hall inside the Zhuji prefectural office.

"They've come at last—"

The other three harpies came screaming at him in unison, their faces twisted into hideous grimaces, as if tearing Su Ke limb from limb was the only way to quench the hatred in their hearts.

Seeing this, I couldn't help but chuckle. Being a practitioner of the yin-yang arts wasn't easy either, as I discovered that some of the more perilous tasks still required them to get their own hands dirty. Yet, for the sake of drawing blood, there was simply no other way; I would certainly do it again if given a second chance.

And yet, the very last person to see him today happened to be me. Although Lin Jia's father committed suicide, leaving me free of any legal liability, Lin Jia had wanted to go inside at that moment, and I had stopped her.

Feng Yize let out a startled gasp that raised his voice by several octaves, his forward-leaning body instantly snapping back against the back of his chair.

Wang Tian froze for a moment. He truly could not recall making any promises to Zhao Liuju; if such a thing had actually happened, how could he possibly have forgotten?

After getting everything packed and tidied up, Grandpa watched TV for a while before going to bed, because he needed to wake up extremely early the next morning to catch the early market so he could buy some fresh and affordable fruits and vegetables to sell at his own shop.

After playing and chasing each other for a short while, Mo Yufei suddenly came to a halt. Seeing Mo Yufei's expression instantly turn solemn, devoid of even the slightest trace of jocularity, Li Shanshan knew that her husband was bracing himself to confront the formidable Phantom Demon Mother and other powerful adversaries beyond the light barrier, and she too allowed her mood to fall into a grave stillness in tune with Mo Yufei's.

Several times along the way, I wanted to say something to Zheng Tianhua, perhaps out of sheer curiosity, but this fellow always managed, intentionally or not, to leave me with nothing to say. Whenever I asked a question, his reply would invariably shut down any possibility of a follow-up, so after a while, I simply stopped asking him altogether.

After tossing and turning all night, what was originally meant to be a farewell gathering for Lin Ye turned out to be exhausting for him alone, while everyone else simply enjoyed the pleasure of drinking.

Throughout the entire Qingyun Taoist Sect, there were very few people he had not laid eyes on. Aside from the eldest senior sister, the fourth senior brother, and the fifth senior brother, he had seen the rest at least once or twice during meal times.

"Hahaha!" Monk Zeng laughed and leaped out, the three Jian brothers standing side by side with drawn swords, while only Li Suyu watched quietly from the sidelines.

Suddenly, the demon puppet egg stopped pulsating and burst into a dazzling golden light that pierced through the entire space. The entire living sector of Slonsor was dyed golden, transforming it into broad daylight. Katala did not step forward rashly, for he had no idea what that was.

If they were going to open fire, they would have done so long ago, drawing every single zombie within a radius of ten or twenty miles. If they truly meant to kill without mercy, they wouldn't even need guns; a few ruthless moves and a bombardment of psychic abilities would suffice.

Ambushed on the roofs of the surrounding buildings were the archer mercenaries of Alan's squad, all with lethal arrows nocked, the strings drawn taut and ready to launch at the slightest trigger.

The Kuei slave had just charged into the mist when three dragons of fire burst out from within, directly colliding with the Mei slaves.

"The Kingdom of Kessai's offensive must have been carried out in strict secrecy. They would never expect us to have obtained intelligence of such vital importance, and they may not necessarily be on guard against us," Manle declared loudly in the council chamber.

Having asked Nangong Qian to help shatter a fire-attribute spiritual stone, Ye Feng placed the stone—now beginning to leak its spiritual energy—upon a piece of wood, stepped back a few paces, and began to channel the newly formed magic.

Right in front of her, Ling Qingya had actually deliberately inserted the word "my" before "father"... That impostor, did Ling Qingya think there was still someone else competing with her?