The Zhuxian Sword Formation had only just opened a crack when Kongkongzi shot inside like a gust of wind.
Seeing that the hall had mostly quieted down and no one was picking a fight anymore, Huang Litian gave Qin Lan a look. Qin Lan understood and silently returned to his seat, becoming once again that prisoner who seemed ordinary, yet somehow not quite.
At that moment, Lin Han and Yao Siyuan seemed to share the same thoughts. After exchanging a glance, they both drew the weapons at their waists, ready to fight Luo Qingyao to the death. Seeing this, Luo Qingyao slowly raised the three-foot blade in her hand. That one simple motion alone was enough to make Lin Han and Yao Siyuan feel immense pressure.
The swirling dust made Bu Ting's eyes dry for a moment, and he couldn't see what was happening. He rubbed his eyes with one hand, and when he looked up again, he found that the battle was already over.
Mi Dila had hoped to defeat the English, but once again, his fleet couldn't subdue them.
They had only surrounded half of the enemy when the White Wolf's third wave of reinforcements arrived. By the time the encirclement was complete, five units had been teleported in—a total of five hundred men. Black Wolf had come along in the final teleport as well.
"Bu..." The man fell silent in an instant, his own shock having stopped him from speaking.
Everyone hoped to take advantage of the opportunity to acquire the former territory of Srivijaya, controlled by the Old Port Xuanwei Division and centered around Jukang and Zhanbei.
A new thought stirred in Baixing's mind. At first, he'd only been out to amuse himself, beating Wu Anjun until he fled with his head in his hands.
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