Volume Three: Turmoil at the Xuanwu Gate Chapter 132: Li Shimin’s Sworn Brother

Ming Yu was walking in such a hurry that he accidentally collided with the man, who was greatly displeased. The stranger glared at him and shouted angrily, "Where did this brat come from? Have you no manners at all?"

Although the man spoke fluent Chinese, his pronunciation was strange—clunky and unnatural, lacking proper tonal flow. Coupled with his arrogant, overbearing tone, it was enough to make anyone loathe him.

Ming Yu was the type of person who would return kindness tenfold, but he would not suffer disrespect. Hearing the man’s rude tone, he felt instantly incensed.

Ming Yu rolled his eyes, cast a sidelong glance at him, and retorted, "Oh? How very strange. I am in my own home; is it really your place to lecture me on manners?..."

Of course, the most important thing was a legitimate reason. They had none. Had they possessed one, he might have transformed into a righteous official, but as it stood, he felt utterly stifled with frustration.

Qin Zhou had actually been hoping for a few insults, just to level up his "Infamous" title, but until the Emperor of the Eastern Islands perished, he heard not another word, let alone any verbal abuse. Naturally, he also waited in vain for anyone to come to the rescue.

"Why are they so obsessed with Hero City? What good would it do to conquer this place?" someone asked, puzzled.

Under the gaze of Zhao Feiyan, Liu Che did not stop the other party, generously allowing hundreds of thousands of Sheji Palace disciples to fly toward the Sword Emperor Palace.

Meanwhile, Nangong Wang transformed himself into a writhing black serpent of flame, coiling into the sky.

He wore a suit and leather shoes, looking like a white-collar worker who had just finished his shift. He was composed and slender, carrying the suit with a unique flair. His eyebrows were thick like two blades, and his dark eyes shone like stars, appearing as if they were glowing.

"Brother Qiao Feng, thank you for earlier!" After entering the room, Ma Cui stood at the doorway, hesitating for a long time, before finally walking up to Qiao Feng with a shy, awkward gait.

"My troops have already withdrawn. If Brother Gao wishes to occupy this place, feel free, though you will abandon it soon enough. I have more important matters to attend to, so I will not keep you company!" With that, Chen Kun whipped his horse and prepared to leave.

Qin Feng had just been wounded and was currently forcing himself to hold on while consuming medicinal pills. If he kept running like this, he would reach his breaking point.

Amidst the erupting power, the divine beast looked up and roared, filled with agony, struggling incessantly as it tried to break free from this murky world.

If he were defeated, the universe and the star seas would return to a state of conflict against evil; therefore, Yan Yunchen could only win this battle—failure was not an option.

The Crown Prince laughed humbly. Although he was the Crown Prince of the Chenxing Empire and the future master of these billions of stars, he dared not act grand in front of Jiang Bai, positioning himself as a junior.

This caused Jiang Bai to gasp in shock. He understood the System’s implication: this was a real, existing space, not something fabricated by the System; it had shifted him to an era in the distant past.

Throughout it all, she did not say a word. Her eyes were vacant as she ate and ate, her cheeks bulging until they could hold no more, yet she continued to chew without pause.

When he finished organizing the men to clear the burnt tents and supplies, Officer Jiang realized that he hadn't seen the shadow of Liu Mang.

As Tong Ying spoke, his pupils turned blood-red, and a trace of crimson fluid began to leak from them.

Led by Zhang Wu, the group of special forces soldiers laughed and shouted, then formed up and returned to the mountain training ground, where their communal barracks were located.

Swinging himself onto his horse, Deng Yueru waved to the crowd, and the caravan slowly began to move.

With that swing of the staff, even the surrounding space could not help but warp. A powerful ripple surged out from the flaming golden staff.

As the master of this formation, Ye Lin-yuan was not only unaffected by the water vapor but actually gained a significant boost in speed, with his artifacts and spells also receiving a certain degree of enhancement.

Her elder brother glanced at the bread clutched in Wang Luowen’s hand and warned her, "In the future, if you have food, eat it where no one can see you. Some people are wealthy, but it is all stolen!" He watched the departing Shen family procession, his eyes also brimming with hatred.