With Great Fanfare

Liu Xiaolou led the group down the mountain and advanced toward Guanjiang.

Liu Xiaolou had witnessed what it meant to make a great show of force back then. He had been conscripted into the Zhanglong Sect's main force, and when they besieged Wulong Mountain, the three sects' momentum had been anything but lacking—their banners anything but few, their drums anything but thunderous. They only needed to imitate that scene.

Xiushan had no banners, but the female disciples of Xiushan were skilled at sewing. To that end, they worked through the night and hastily made over a dozen large flags, which they arranged—

Who could it be? It was none other than Shuishangpiao, who had repeatedly delivered secret intelligence from Yang Shichao to the Taiping Army.

"Is there no other way?" Zhuo Qing had never expected that her fake boyfriend would face a life-threatening crisis while opening the Kaiwu Gate.

The Prison Eye Staff missed its thrust, but he did not withdraw it. Instead, he pressed it downward with the motion. Though it carried no force, it still counted as a strike against Qingde.

"Kill them! Chinese pigs!" Ono Ryuji piloted the aircraft, pouring its ammunition toward the ground again and again. Above all of Kunming, a Japanese plane kept circling, climbing, and diving, until its fuel was exhausted. Only then did the fighter plane waggle its wings and leave the battlefield.

"Bastard." After giving Li Wei one last look, Mai Shiranui stamped her foot. Without another moment of hesitation, she flashed away at top speed.

Wu Fan furrowed his brows. Thinking of the young assassin he had just seen, he could think of only a few possibilities.

After experiencing the terrifying pressure above the abyss, everyone was horrified. As they watched him advance step by step beneath that immense pressure,