Chapter 88: No Mercy

“Make absolutely certain Huang Yunxuan stays safe.”

Feng Xu looked at the two people before him and spoke coldly.

“Yes!”

The pair nodded, turned, and left the room.

Then his phone vibrated. Feng Xu glanced at the message.

He replied with two words.

...

Ye Yu’s words were like a basin of cold water flung over the crowd, utterly dousing the surging heat that had been mounting.

The Empress Dowager He and the Emperor both intended to win Prince Huo over to their side, yet Prince Huo insisted on remaining neutral and refused to enter the struggle.

Of course, under Tokugawa Iemitsu the Emperor held real power, while Toyotomi Hideyori was somewhat akin to the emperors of earlier times.

With a wave of the hand, more than half the palace guards switched sides, and in an instant stood in tense opposition to the forces of Zhao Kai and Zeng Di, blades nearly drawn.

For that very reason, breaking into the Heavenly Palace Realm required not only sufficient strength and a Heavenly Palace, but immense courage as well.

The imperial decree concerned a disagreement that had arisen in the negotiations between Song and Jin, and Ye Yu was summoned to the palace to discuss matters along the border between the two states.

The young man, too, wore a trace of drunkenness on his face as he watched the hunched fellow, seemingly mad, circling him and the bonfire, naked, performing some strange dance. Empty wineskins and shattered sheep bones and scraps of meat lay scattered all over the ground. Listening to that hoarse, harsh, unbearably ugly chanting, the young man slowly let a faint smile emerge at the corner of his lips.

Whenever she recalled the moment just now, when she drove the dagger into Huo Tianyou’s chest, it still felt like something from a dream.

Though thousands of Sky Patrol Guards attacked in waves and pounded at it without cease, the gigantic body, a thousand meters high, had countless bone fragments blasted from it, yet still refused to die.

“You... do you know who I am? Do you have any idea what the consequences of this will be?” Ding Xingzhi roared in fury.

“I said I do not wish to see you. Get out.” Although Gu Lingge was outnumbered, there was not the slightest sign in her bearing of conceding defeat. In one of the few lessons Gu Huai had given her, he had once mentioned this.

Her vision was a blur, the result of having kept her eyes closed too long. Even so, within that haze, Karete could still make out the pure blue before her.

Ding Huo shook his head. He knew of fighters, alchemists, prime ministers, ministers, generals, tutors... but he had never heard of anyone taking the discovery of useless plants and the excavation of ancient treasures as a profession.

Seeing the unwavering look in Canye’s eyes, Liu Wuhen decided to trust him. After all, he had heard of the title, the Divine Physician.

At the sight of such a powerful omen, even the Black Dragon Deity grew somewhat alarmed. He immediately tried to pull his hand back and flee, only to discover that Master Shengmao’s grip was like iron tongs, clamped tightly around his palm. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not break free in the slightest.

Hua Qingyi had not expected Murong Canqiu to be so crafty and seasoned, impervious to both soft and hard tactics, concerned only with whether his martial skills were truly as he claimed, that he had merely learned a few fist-and-foot techniques.

Although he had in hand a captured map marked with the movements of the surrounding Japanese forces, Li Ziyuan remained extremely cautious. After taking those noncombatants into a patch of woods and concealing them there, he brought a pair of binoculars and climbed a nearby hill. Raising them to his eyes, he carefully surveyed the surrounding area.

Zhang Qilong was taken aback at first, then could neither laugh nor cry. He knew Liang Shan worked as a security guard at Caesar. At the beginning, he had thought Liang Shan merely wanted to experience ordinary life, and had even volunteered to recommend him for a manager’s post at a club under the group. Only after Liang Shan refused did he realize there were hidden circumstances, and that this was not something he ought to ask about.

And the Type 94 armored car under Liu Lianming’s command had also fallen silent by then, its ammunition exhausted. When Liu Lianming braved the hail of bullets and tried to go up and support his squad leader, he discovered that the man, already riddled with wounds, had bled to death and fallen in battle.