Chapter 27: The Complaint

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Atop the battlements of the Silver-White City, Dane finally laid eyes on this renowned and formidable Paladin.
Yet, inexplicable things sometimes occur. No sooner had the three completed their three kneelings and nine kowtows than a sudden flash of blood-red light erupted, as if the seemingly haphazardly arranged formation had been truly activated.
The Sindelar Kingdom is strong, indeed; the military prowess they demonstrated during this war was enough to make anyone look twice. However, they still cannot compare to Promin, which can be called the most powerful nation on the continent.
In truth, a single strike might have been enough to break the deadlock; after all, the collapse of the secret passage did not seem deep or absolute, and it was likely that one blow could have cleaved an opening.
Donghan Xuan’s pupils constricted. Realizing his opponent had begun a desperate gambit using a blood sacrifice ritual, he saw no reason to clash head-on. He immediately shifted his fierce offensive into a defensive stance, refusing to engage and retreating as he fought.
After the daily lessons ended, no one restricted the students; in fact, there were no constraints even during class. It was a world of absolute freedom.
Thus, carrying the sun, Mu En sped through the clouds. While these clouds appeared thin, vaguely revealing glimpses of a celestial palace, they were actually incredibly dense. Even with Mu En climbing with all his might, it took a full ten minutes before he touched the base of the giant mountain.
Browsing through the spirit artifacts, secret manuals, and medicinal ingredients in his system space, Ling Fei felt like crying. As a streamer in an alien world, he found his life truly difficult.
Moreover, there were mages within the Sindelar army. They, too, could bless champion knights with flight spells, allowing them to take to the skies and pursue.
Only when the "Golden Heart" began to beat violently, converting food into lifeblood that flowed through his veins—the withered body drinking in that energy like a sponge until his strength and vigor recovered with visible speed—did Mu En find a moment to tidy up the battlefield.
Sitting in meditation can steady the mind and prevent stray thoughts. It must be said, Wang Xu’s procrastination was quite severe; he could find even the slightest excuse to delay things further.
Liu Yefei paused, then added: "I have also examined the primary crime scene. There were no signs of struggle, yet the Prefect was murdered. How did the killer manage that? This is the second point of suspicion."

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This time, Sissel could no longer sit still; she had to go find them herself. Once it was confirmed that Qin Yue had killed Xu Qigang, even the KGB would have no reason to intervene.
Bailing, being nearby, was also caught in the blast. However, because she was protected by a barrier cast by Fang Yushan, she was merely thrown a hundred miles away, suffering shifted internal organs and cracks across her physical body, though she was not shattered.
Kurahashi lived up to her reputation as someone who had risen through various sports clubs; she dodged quickly, but was still clipped, taking a hit to the shoulder.
The hatred for that demon cultivator had always weighed on Pei Yuzhu’s heart; it was the deepest-hidden inner demon, and perhaps for this reason, Pei Yuzhu had remained at the late stage of Spirit Transformation for over twenty years.
"What? There’s a Great Demon Qiongqi?" Qian Qian and Mu Qiushui straightened up in unison. One of the four ancient evils—if a Qiongqi were truly on the loose, the trouble would be immense.
But these were not the greatest difficulties, for compared to life-and-death crises, these counted for nothing. They were about to face a trial of life and death.
In a secluded side hall of the Hot Spring Palace, Zhongli Luan lay on the bed in a half-dead state, while Mo Zisu, dressed in purple, sat on a chair beside her.
Although the "Corpse Demon Form" was formidable and had proven successful in every previous life-saving attempt, it was a dangerous gamble.
At the same time, a burst of extremely powerful spiritual energy erupted around Wu Chi’s body, surging directly toward Chu Ming.
Only then did Li Chengqian and the others see clearly that besides four stoves on the table—on which dog meat was currently simmering—there was also a large basin of cleaned, boiled dog meat on the table, though it had yet to be seasoned.
The hundred-strong Red Dragon Army immediately formed a battle array, surrounding their leader. Then, a dense volley of spirit arrows poured down. Dust billowed around the formation of spirit shields held by the Red Dragon Army, and from time to time, men would cough up blood and be sent flying. When the dust settled, Cang Jianli had vanished.
"Ling Fei is combat personnel, not suited for this. Send Ling Zhan; he is in charge of discipline," Ling Yun said. Ling Yun knew the rules set by Cang Jianli; these men had been trained to be too bloodthirsty, and having a check on them was for the best.

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"Yes, as long as you can pass, you will have succeeded," a voice echoed from within.
Each of the disciples carried several monster cores on them. As the number of cores grew, their wariness deepened, and the distance between them increased.
Spirit weapons began to develop "weapon spirits," gaining intelligence and the ability to communicate mentally with their users. No matter how far a spirit weapon was from its user, as long as a mental bond existed, it would automatically seek out its master. One could even command the spirit weapon to slay enemies from a thousand miles away.
Pei Yan fell into deep thought, gradually understanding why the Emperor had singled out the concern regarding the Crown Prince’s wife, the Wei clan.
Only by sniping the enemy commander could the outcome be decided. An army without a strong leader is like loose sand, each fighting its own battle; they are no better than rogue cultivators. Yunjian was a capable commander; removing Yunjian would be the key to victory.
She glanced at the unconscious Jiang Sheng, pondered for a moment, then grabbed him by the collar and vanished into the shadows once more.
While Zhao Weihong was still dazed, Shi Jidong patted him on the shoulder and walked out of the washroom first.
By now, Huo Sanlang’s corpse had lost all utility. He tossed it aside casually and stood by to watch how things would develop.