124. The Mantis Stalks the Cicada (Two-in-One)
Tianmen Mountain lies to the south of Longquan County, its two peaks facing each other at a distance, resembling a bifurcated ceremonial archway, hence its name.
The mountain’s guardian is a white tiger, said to have become a great demon many years ago.
This white tiger inhabits the summit of Tianmen Mountain, and passing villagers keep their distance. Only when fervent cultivators lend a hand can travelers avoid the trouble of taking a detour.
But Longquan County, after all, is somewhat remote. Few Qi-refining cultivators pass by Tianmen Mountain, and furthermore—
“Ha ha~ Bingbing, you lost.” The pale-faced man from Fulongshan wore a sinister grin as he stepped forward, one hand reaching directly toward her face.
Ye Kai looked at the sleek sports car before him, his heart stirred. Someday, he vowed, he would own a car like this.
An Yi’s position remained along the upper coast of the northeast bay. Along the way, he saw roads, but luck was not on his side; he did not see a single vehicle.
After many fierce battles, Qin Feng’s mastery of Skyfoot Technique deepened. Though his cultivation level remained unchanged, his flight speed surged to ten times the speed of sound.
Officer Kato stared blankly at Hong Shui for a few moments, his eyes reddening. He said nothing, merely restarting the police car and turning it around, racing down the mountain.
Cen Xi quietly lifted a corner of the carriage’s side curtain. Behind her stood a person dressed in tattered cloth, looking shivering in the late autumn chill; yet their eyes were sharp and steps steady. Cen Xi was certain these were no ordinary refugees.
Then she suffered diarrhea in the restroom; if An Yi awoke, he could even smell the foul stench inside the room.
A wave of anger surged in Qin Jiao’s heart. In the past, if anyone dared to steal a kiss from her, she would have them castrated without hesitation. But now, she had to hold back.
“Truly heroic and valiant!” Lin En did not hesitate to praise, though she might not fully grasp the deep meaning of this Eastern idiom she had translated into German.
“No sign of the wolf’s exact location. It felt like the bullets came from the southeast,” Tan Ze responded with gestures. In good light, such communication was far clearer than words.
“Crystal, I have something to ask you!” Yun Xuan did not beat around the bush and cut straight to the point.
Sudden upheaval, unexpected attack—troops from the Seven Kingdoms had no chance to react before being caught in the artillery barrage. Stunned, they looked around blankly, heads tilted skyward in confusion and helplessness. They had no idea what had just happened.
“General Fei, the target lies ahead.” At this moment, a gaunt figure beside the man known as General Fei pointed toward the Nightmare Headquarters with a cruel smirk, his eyes full of venom.
After learning the secrets of the racial paths, Fei Lian once contemplated having Shang Yunmeng return to the path of shamanic cultivation, but Shang Yunmeng refused.
Slowly, the right hand, palm facing down, was raised. The negative energy cluster moved with it, and as the right hand lifted overhead, a gigantic spear materialized in an instant.
The electric lance—a weapon cavalry detests most. Though Iktang’a and Liu Shengxiu were advanced in years, they still understood what such a high rate of fire meant for cavalry.
The tighter the fist, the greater the power—Liu Mang knew this well. But the battle here could not be decided quickly, and with the imminent threat from the east glaringly clear, a sense of unease began to weigh on his heart.
British envoy Dou Lena chuckled, “Heh heh heh, the main army has already gathered in Fengtian Province. If you don’t withdraw from Heilongjiang, war is inevitable.” The British were certainly eager for a Sino-Russian conflict.
Derin pricked up his ears after listening for a while. “It’s true! Could it be they won the battle? Sister Fei’er, let’s go out and see.” The two ran to the beach, hiding in the nearby woods before climbing a tree to observe.