Chapter 66 Whoever Doesn't Run Is a Coward

Gongsun Ning had not expected her to ask this question. He froze for a moment, then, under Yuzi's piercing gaze, he chuckled without giving an answer.

Yet, amidst the distortion of his vision caused by the twisting and collapsing of his body, the Second Prince seemed oblivious to the death of the Thirty-Third Prince. What he saw instead was a cold sneer on the face of the younger brother whom he had always cherished so deeply.

"Do you really think that by stalling me, they will be able to survive?" Blue Boat straightened the hexagram on his chest and asked softly.

"Do we need to waste our brains and use strategies to deal with them? A direct frontal assault is enough to crush them to pieces. I've done that kind of thing more than once!" Ma Chao curled his lips and said with utter disdain.

They could not simply order the disciples to charge in based solely on the captain of the guard's words. What if there was some trickery behind it? Wouldn't that spell disaster?

Grand Duke Zhou felt immensely humiliated, yet he was helpless. He truly could no longer defeat Lin Tian.

The bedroom door remained open. In the dim, flickering candlelight, Yuzi held the child, gently rocking him back and forth while humming a soft lullaby.

Tender and affectionate words slipped from Song Tianji's lips straight into Angel's heart. Angel, experiencing the stirrings of first love, felt that she had met her true destiny. This angelic figure from a distant galaxy must be a gift sent to her by the heavens.

"Jingjing, how did you know your dad's work ran into trouble? I just received a secret phone call about it over there," Xu Hong asked.

"Sigh, Die'er, take good care of your elder brother after I'm gone!" With those words, Huang Zhong drew his sword and made to slash his own throat. "To think that I, Huang Zhong, have lived a mediocre life for fifty years, and now I must bury my bones here before my grand ambitions are realized!" Regrets lingered, but for the sake of saving Huang Wudie, he marched forward without a single trace of hesitation.

"Aside from running a high fever, he's just talking nonsense. The doctor says I'm afraid..." A close attendant's report was always so vexing. Lin Jiaren, couldn't you just wake up before speaking? Is it really that fun to shout and scream day and night while refusing to open your eyes? Inside the military camp, Lady Shangxiang rested her chin on her hand, wearing a look of such distressed anguish that it tugged at the heartstrings.

Long Xiyun yawned and replied indifferently, then suddenly widened her eyes. "What did you say?!" Her voice instantly jumped several octaves.

With an iron-青 (pale/dark) complexion, watching Jun Wuyan escape in bitter resentment, Qingling's mood was hardly any better. Her mind entirely consumed by Jun Wuyan, she had no desire to linger here any longer, immediately executing her lightweight martial arts technique and pursuing him straight out.

Pulled by an invisible gravitational force, Long Yanhua effortlessly arrived right before Yun Xie. Her flowing black dress and delicate, refined face formed a stark contrast, making her look like an immortal fairy from the demon realm—aloof and refined, yet perfectly blending with the black attire to produce a unique, unconventional beauty.

After mutually confirming each other's identities, they exchanged a silent, intense gaze for less than a second, and almost all of them struck at once! An intense, ferocious battle—involving only a few dozen people, yet far more brutal and chaotic than a massive brawl of thousands—began.

The Fire of Jiuli and those devil kings simultaneously stopped in their tracks and turned their gazes toward Da Wuhui, who was hurtling into the sky. Da Wuhui's aura was growing increasingly powerful, already surpassing any one of them.

Seeing that her words had frightened the girl to tears, she let out an inner sigh of relief; after all, she was still just a child.

Within Da Wuhui's Nebula Bagua, Le Yunyuan and Feng Ling stood suspended in the air. Beside them were Bian Li, Ning Ruohan, Li Shishi, Qin Yuhong, Dongfang Shenqi, Murong Yongmian, Princess Xiaoyu, and Huanling Jing.

Fading away her smile, Ningxiang walked up to Weiyang and looked down at her from above. Her mother had been far too foolish and naive, which was why she had lived such a wretched and bitter life; she herself would never end up like her mother. Whatever she wanted, she would fight tooth and nail to get, and no one would ever stop her.

"Nothing much? I just think my smile is much more dashing than yours." With those words, a pair of fiery wings unfurled from Xu Yang's back, and he laughed heartily as he fled into the distance.

Liu Tian was currently burning the midnight oil, flustered and overwhelmed. Personnel from the Ministry of State Security and the Provincial Public Security Department had already arrived. Both sides were in a meeting, exchanging information and discussing countermeasures. Though Jiang Ning called at this moment, Liu Tian did not delay for even a second, immediately dispatching people to investigate.

Despite being astonished by the formidable power of the Teng family, Zhang Tian still resolutely chose to conduct a nocturnal reconnaissance. If an opportunity arose to strike, he would rescue the captives and flee at once.

Hearing his words, the child below nodded timidly, but the moment he lowered his head, a flash of ruthlessness crossed his eyes—entirely unlike the frightened child he had just appeared to be before Zhang Tian.

Upon hearing what Wells had to say, the Bear King clapped his hands and declared, "My conditions are the same as theirs, with one addition: I want the head of Yan Wudi." At the mention of Yan Wudi, the Bear King's face was suffused with murderous intent, wishing nothing more than to tear him apart.

Compared to the debt of gratitude he owed, even if his senior brother were to truly sever his head with a single blade, it still wouldn't be enough to repay that debt. How could he possibly harbor any resentment?

The entrance to the Azure Dragon Academy was located at the very end of the plaza. At that moment, a few on-duty students were guarding the gate. Tapping the Azure Dragon token tucked against his body, Zhang Tian walked straight toward the entrance.

Chen Ping flicked his wrist, and a brown feather materialized in his palm, which he promptly tossed high into the air.

Yet, no matter how hard Hanshuang tried, she simply could not recall who this male customer was just now. How did he know her name is Hanshuang? And he even claimed they met in Guangzhou. Just who could it be?

Fan Meng hurriedly straightened up as well, the flush on her face gradually fading. However, deep down, she felt a trace of disappointment over the action Qin Zhao had failed to complete.