Chapter 69

Given the current strength of the Soma clan, gathering a force of two thousand is already their absolute limit, let alone standing alone against the invasion of the Date army." Ota Sukemasa completely refused to believe that the Soma clan could defeat the invading Date army without the assistance of the Uesugi clan.

"Tsk, Riolu, what's wrong with you?" Riolu had been staring intently at a certain spot for a while now.

The generals were taken aback. Wang Chang was considered a formidable warrior under Dong Huang, yet he was cut down by Han Meng in a single stroke. One could easily imagine that both Han Meng and Zhang Xiu possessed extraordinary martial prowess.

"Understood!" Everyone then followed closely behind the haggard-looking Narita Nagayasu as they slowly walked out of the main citadel.

With that, Lalatina rolled her eyes dramatically at Saya, who was squatting aside, wearing an expression of utter contempt.

"As you command." Shimamura Ushinosuke, standing behind Shioya Kenmotsu, immediately turned and left the great hall.

"Rilu!" Riolu showed a very surprised expression and then rushed forward using Quick Attack.

Before the banquet at the Yan residence officially began, Liu Bei met with Wang Zhi in the garden. Although hosting the banquet at the Yan residence was meant to give outsiders peace of mind, Liu Bei needed to reassure Wang Zhi first to ensure a perfect conclusion to the pacification of northern Bingzhou.

Of course, there were also many things Xiang Yuandong had not anticipated. First was the identity of the Nether King provided by the busty woman, and second was how Lin Xueyi had been kidnapped so many times previously. While a few of those instances were indeed the work of the Nether Realm, most of them were orchestrated behind the scenes by the Nameless Faction and the American CIA.

To maintain a superior status, Ikeda Masayoshi's standing instruction was that the welfare and benefits within the castle must be a notch higher than those of the factories outside.

In a secluded spot at the southeast corner outside the four-compound courtyard, an old man with a goatee and a servant arrived, both looking travel-worn and dusty.

He hadn't expected it to be so easy this time. She was probably the first person in this world to stretch out her hand and ask him for silver so bluntly—and she had done it twice.

The man had lost his previous arrogance, and the burly man gradually loosened his grip on the collar of his shirt.

When Lihua offered compliments, her peach-blossom eyes were filled with such sincerity that every word seemed to come from the depths of her heart. Each compliment was tailor-made and well-founded, making a person feel comforted to their very bones; ordinary people simply could not resist it.

However, she figured the werewolf probably just disliked eating kelp rather than having an aversion to savory foods. After all, it had eaten those two beef cubes quite happily in the morning.

No matter what kind of wine he brewed, even if it were of inferior quality, as long as the sentiment was there, his father would drink every last drop.

A disgruntled Sun Li was pulled aside by Zhang Xianzhong. After the two returned, Zhang Xianzhong handed the bag filled with dog-head gold to his subordinate, while Sun Li's greedy gaze could not tear away from it at all.

No one knew the deep-seated terror and panic in its heart when it learned that the Master had bestowed a poem upon Ya San'er.

Before Qingyi could reply, Shoushan cupped his fists toward Wanyue, uttered a farewell, and then, enveloped in escaping light with Qingyi, vanished from the spot.

Feng Ming and the other two who had infiltrated the birdcage were capable of undergoing mutations. Once mutated into monsters, they could freely enter and exit the northern slums, whereas Zheng Yumi and the others could only look at the northern slums in despair and turn back.

The new subterranean emperor, Xu Qianye, then turned his head, while Chen Lian's brow carried a trace of indescribable helplessness.

Yet between heaven and earth, Zhu Jue was born, achieving a one-in-a-hundred-million perfect foundation building and condensing empty veins... This was known as "nurturing."

Though utterly destitute, he was, after all, a marquis. No matter how reluctant the onlookers were, they had to clear a path.

Tang Yuan thought this and took a deep breath—he knew there was no air in this place, and even the breathing motion he kept performing was completely meaningless, but out of habit, he still took a deep breath.

Or perhaps... people in love become less intelligent, and sweet romance temporarily made her forget those work-related rights and wrongs?

"A lot has happened during this time, and I've only just managed to find some free time. Don't blame me," Lin Yanghao said with a smile.

Supported by an immense belief, enduring the pain and exertion, Li Huamu, with pure willpower, shouted out the words right there in the command room.

"Naturally, I have my methods, Shihang. Did you really think I wouldn't have foreseen this? Subduing them is merely to expand our influence; important matters will naturally not be entrusted to them." Lin Yanghao did not hide anything from Feng Shihang, because he knew that no matter how much Feng Shihang detested his tyrannical personality, she would never harm him.

After that, the atmosphere of the entire team changed. Roadhog stopped underestimating and mocking them, the guild leader's commands became more concise and direct, and everyone gave their all, including herself.

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, he saw a mass of constantly churning black substance not far ahead.

Who would have thought that after Wu Zijian blindly boarded the bus and started talking, he would realize that the bus driver was a girl around his age. Stunned, he ended up with such an awkward opening.

He felt it was imperative to use words to express his unyielding stance and his extreme reluctance to be provoked.

On the chartered flight of the Spurs heading to Oklahoma, Popovich was nagging his disciples about something.

Yang Tian exchanged a few polite pleasantries with him and then discussed his insights on ascending to true immortality. The two of them had a thorough exchange and benefited immensely, and the people listening nearby also gained a great deal.

However, since the shadow had left without any intent to harm him, he didn't intend to probe deeply into what the shadow was up to. He had already walked into the grand array, waiting only for it to activate.

The six major halls responsible for the outer estate had successively sent people to investigate this East Courtyard No. 9, and even several powerful hall managers had personally stepped in, yet they never discovered any anomalies.

Emulating the entrance style of the Knicks' Latrell Spreewell, he limped from the player tunnel to the center circle before the game started, and stood there making the motion of preparing for the tip-off.

Although his level was low when playing the game in his past life, looking at the event descriptions—the swaying deep-sea big sisters, the various academy directors—Chang Fei had joked more than once in online forums about defecting to the other side, drooling over them, and so on.

Not only did he fail to land any attack on Lin Xiu, but he was repeatedly pushed back by Lin Xiu, crashing heavily onto the ground.

Hargreaves was tortured half to death by Keisha, his knees aching faintly, and he resolved to be rested in the next match. As for the defeat, he took it quite philosophically: when facing the demon king, one must bow to the inevitable.

Nancy had gone silent by this point; no matter how Li Song called out to her, Nancy gave no response whatsoever.