Chapter 128: The Burning of Rome (IV)

Emma held her head slightly high, standing in defiance of Leo.

Leo, however, remained unimpressed. His calm tone felt like an act of contempt, filling Emma with a sense of profound humiliation.

"Offering you a chance to surrender is a mercy, Emma," Leo said. "There are many in this city who would beg to surrender to me, but they are denied that opportunity. You should be grateful, rather than looking at me with eyes like those."

With that, Leo handed over a list.

Ricardo dismounted from his horse.

"Take him away!" A command cut short Zhao Youting's train of thought. Moments later, two warriors lifted him onto a stretcher, and under the escort of a squad of special operations agents, he was removed from the largest stronghold of the Zodiac Gate.

"That is a relief, truly," everyone sighed. Although they would not have feared a confrontation with the Vuhu Stronghold, avoiding unnecessary trouble was naturally for the best. Most importantly, no one wished to be delayed here any longer.

Having had her secret so thoroughly unearthed, Zhen Yan panicked. Her instinct was to turn and flee, desperate to avoid the possibility of rejection.

Tang Yuanzi was remarkably quick-witted; she immediately wrapped her arms around Luo Yu's waist to ensure she wouldn't fall and cast a sphere of light to bolster her strength, allowing Luo Yu to fly steadily without feeling her weight.

Meanwhile, He Sheng, who had been silent behind Luo Yu for a long time, suddenly smiled, as if finally yielding to the pair.

What greeted Dongfang Xiao was a display of magnificent swordsmanship. Though flashy, it was far from mere show; Dongfang Xiao, who believed he had fully mastered the Ghost Sword Technique, found himself reduced to nothing but defense. Finally, after several minutes, the ornate short sword plunged deeply into his body.

He Chuan had no other choice but to agree; as for what might happen later, that was a matter for another time.

Because of the previous incident where Song Yun had nearly harmed Chu Qi through a deception, Lady Song had been too embarrassed to face Jing He. Now that Jing He had come to visit of her own accord and with such a pleasant demeanor, Lady Song laughed at her own narrow-mindedness and insisted on coming out to greet her in person.

The Prince of Ji felt there was some truth to this. For now, all he could do was wait quietly for the coming storm. With time to spare, investigating further could do no harm; perhaps, just as Yao Ling'er suggested, there might be an unexpected reward.

"Instructor Lin, whether or not reinforcements have arrived! We shall know soon enough if we go and see for ourselves!" Tang Bin said, inviting Lin Chong to head toward the rear stronghold.

Rare is such a treasure trove. After the Mountain God departed, Li Yu twisted his body, transforming into his original centipede form. In an instant, he darted into the frigid pool of Profound Yin True Water. With a flick of his tail, sending sprays of water into the air, his dark, glistening body submerged into the depths.

After the video ended, no one spoke for a long time. Even though they had watched it many times, Captain Liu and Mao Daxin were still shaken by its contents.

"Huantian—a fine name. Though I have never heard of it, that will not stop you from becoming world-renowned," Xu Fu remarked.

"To run a brothel in such a fashion is quite an achievement." Standing at the window, overlooking the beautiful scenery of the lake, one could occasionally see a fishing boat drifting by, adding a touch of worldly charm to the ethereal landscape.

At the other end of the "void," there was an exit, glowing with a faint light. It was dim, yet profoundly alluring.

Had it been in the past, before he had broken through to the Takumi realm, he would likely have been cut down by now.

Having finished speaking, he tucked the monster crystal into the side of his belt and began the task of "clearing the battlefield."

Ling Jinxuan, in the form of a flood dragon, rode upon the phantom of a waterfall. With a thunderous shout, her dragon-shouldered shoulder blades began to glow brilliantly, and behind her emerged the manifestation of a roaring golden lion, which she drove toward Zheng Shuangyu.

The moment Jiang Linlin squeezed onto the bus, Luo Juan's voice began echoing in her mind one after another. Every time one of her classmates ate breakfast, the sound of drooling would be transmitted directly into Jiang Linlin's head.