Chapter 130: Uninvited Guests (Two-in-One)

Pei Xiunian gazed at the long sword thrust directly into the ground before him, its blade measuring three feet three inches and its hilt one foot one inch. It looked somewhat familiar, yet he could not identify its owner. It differed slightly from an ordinary sword; the blade was somewhat slender and the style more archaic, exuding a clean, minimalist air. There were no intricate carvings, and the only decoration was a crimson tassel hanging from the hilt. Nevertheless, it shimmered with a piercing cold light, and the howling snow, passing over the blade, was severed, the sound of the wind coming to an abrupt halt.

"Don't call me brother. Put the gun down, or don't blame me for what happens next—you know how many guns I have." Zhao Erchu held two pistols, one aimed at Bai Qiming’s head and the other at Bai Na. Bai Qiming caught sight of the latter out of the corner of his eye.

"There are twenty of them in total, well-trained and with a clear division of labor. Their objective is to assassinate Prefect Li. Judging by their route of attack, they clearly weren't aware of the layout of the back courtyard and didn't know we would be staying in the residence tonight, which is why they struck so hastily," Gao Siji added from the side.

Although Shen Xiao had no penchant for abusing others, he knew that with this type of person, the more they resisted, the more it would incite a desire for conquest, causing them to suffer all the more.

Though the lightning here was quite violent, it seemed to pale in comparison to the Venerable’s domain. Thus, Wang Jie moved through it unimpeded, darting rapidly toward the depths.

I had only intended to rest for a moment while sitting on the stool, but sleepiness began to wash over me in waves. By the time I regained consciousness, the sky was already bright. Terrified, I leapt from the stool and hurriedly searched for the Prince of Leisure. Only when I saw him still fast asleep on the bed did my heart finally settle.

"Well, let’s discuss the competition tonight. For now, I have a question for you," Ye Feng said, his tone as gentle as possible.

Li Wei’s corpse had long since been incinerated by the raging flames. The traces of blood remaining on the ground turned Liu Wanrou’s face deathly pale.

"We respectfully see off the Crown Prince." Once the Crown Prince had walked five paces away, Zhongli Shuo straightened up. Watching the retreating figure, he gritted his teeth.

"Bang, bang, bang..." Following five gunshots, five brilliant, crimson flowers of blood erupted from Luo Le’s body. He felt as if he had been struck hard by a massive sledgehammer, his body surging forward before he collapsed to the ground.

"You really are incredible! My innermost thoughts can’t be hidden from you at all." The deity mistakenly thought Bardock had peered into his soul, unaware that Bardock was Son Goku’s father; otherwise, why would he look so much like him?

As the words fell, Ling You roughly figured it out—this was some sort of "mission guide" entity, wasn't it?

It was just that her own poetry skills were mediocre. If she wrote a good poem now and someone like Qi Siyu invited her to a poetry gathering later to compose, and there happened to be no fitting piece in the Ming or Qing dynasties she could draw from, wouldn't she be humiliated?

Lotte felt instantly that such a luxurious style of combat could only be provided here. If he were sent to the goat-headed monsters' side, he might well be relegated to the bench.

Upon hearing this, the others’ expressions turned equally strange. Wang Jing, Cui Lin, Xu Shu, and the others looked as if they had more to say but were holding back. Perhaps they couldn't fathom why, under these circumstances, the noble families of Yingchuan were still unwilling to pledge allegiance to Li Yi.

In contrast, Qi Muyuan was far more indifferent. He offered a perfunctory return gesture, muttered a brief "Nice to meet you," and ignored Guan Jiaze entirely. He turned his head to glance coolly at Du Jingsheng before walking away, clearly displeased.

"Cousin, what you need now is to remain calm and practice, then engage in actual combat with others when the time is right. Only then will your martial arts improve by leaps and bounds..." Li Yi said, looking at Yan Liang, who seemed to be questioning his own existence, and offered words of comfort.

When this scene was laid bare before Chen Li, no matter how thick-skinned he was, he could not bear it—to think he had previously boasted so triumphantly, pointing out the way with such ease and confidence... and yet, what was the result?