Chapter Fifty-Four: Why Take This Path?

As the sky grew pale, Yi Chuping and his companions packed their belongings and set off toward the opposite side of the giant crater.

The wind and snow remained fierce. Just a few steps out, a layer of snow had already piled up on their shoulders and hats, and thin ice had formed on their eyelashes, which were all that remained visible through their bundled gear.

Such harsh weather weighed heavily on their hearts.

After an overnight blizzard, they could be certain the vehicles had been buried in the snow, leaving them only to pray that the engines had not frozen solid.

Yi Chuping and the others pressed forward against—

The voice of the Barbarian Emperor echoed over. Instantly, he and the Shadow Sovereign arrived, accompanied by the Heaven-Splitting Axe and a jade spirit gourd emitting a faint, golden halo.

The Louguan Sword was said to have been forged by demons, too long for human use. A single swing possessed the destructive power of ten ghosts. However, it was impossible to determine how much of this was true; it was rumored that virtually nothing existed that it could not cut down.

Hearing this, the reporters erupted in chaos. Everyone abandoned Liu Xinyu and aimed their camera lenses straight at Sun Zisheng. One had to know that prior to this, Sun Zisheng had never publicly accepted an interview from any reporter. Could it be that this time, Sun Zisheng was going to break his silence?

Naturally, many experienced hotels would prepare private rooms for VIPs needing to conduct business, but the flow of information in the lobby was also substantial. Therefore, to avoid coming into contact with too many people, Camiu had no choice but to wait here for someone to deliver a spare gown.

The silence broken, Liu Dong chuckled and said, "More than just extraordinary, this old Taoist priest is attempting to ascend to the rank of Heavenly Sovereign, though it seems he failed." Although he was laughing, it revealed a trace of solemnity that had never before been seen in him.

One had to admit that Tianming's design was brilliant. After all, people do not have eyes on the backs of their heads, making evasion practically inevitable. Yet who could have anticipated that the gap between him and the Great Eastern Lord was still too vast? The Great Eastern Lord's gaze shifted slightly, and she flipped through the air. Although she was grazed by the Non-Offensive Mohist blade, it was merely a superficial flesh wound and of no major consequence.

Remilia turned her head in a huff and lowered it, the tears in the corners of her eyes gradually welling up... In an instant, Nanaya Yui, who had just been arguing with Remilia, felt an overwhelming wave of guilt.

Seeing this, the chieftain stationed behind the indigenous formation also felt a chill in his heart. Akan was his most capable warrior, yet the moment they crossed paths, his head was instantly lopped off by a single blade from the youth on the earthen wall. How could such a thing be tolerated?

The crowd was instantly dumbfounded. None of them had expected that Xu Yunjin would genuinely fire Liu Xinyu, nor did they anticipate that Liu Xinyu would leave the moment she said she would. With the drama filmed to this extent, how on earth were they supposed to continue shooting?

Hearing this, Huang Meng was startled, his hand rapidly forming incantations as a spiritual energy rope, several times thicker than those of the five elders, instantly snared the white mist.

He rose in a flurry, washed up and rinsed his mouth, while muttering complaints under his breath about Cao Ge's faults.

Xiao Han was slightly stunned. This fellow was not one of those good-for-nothing cops after all; he had actually managed to see through this layer.

Once the meal was prepared, Sikong Jue and Leng Bingxin carried the food boxes and walked behind Eunuch Li. Arriving before the bedchamber, the sight of that massive crowd of guards was truly staggering. Fortunately, these garrison soldiers had been transferred from the battlefield, and Sikong Jue had been away from the imperial palace for years, which prevented their cover from being blown.

"The Third Prince's Mansion?" Chen Lu looked suspiciously at the Imperial Grandson. The Imperial Grandson nodded firmly.

Xiao Han smiled faintly, soothed Mr. Bigglesworth perched on his shoulder, and looked seriously at Feng Heng to ask.

The office of the Eastern Commander was responsible for guarding the entire Imperial Capital, with the personal safety of the royal family resting entirely upon him. His status was exalted, as one could easily imagine.

Upon seeing Lady Liu, the innkeeper still wore a smile on his face, as if nothing at all had just happened.

I grew even more smug and emboldened, yet upon hearing this, Old Xu looked somewhat ashamed, muttering curses under his breath directed at those people.

The man in white had started off with a smile, but as he spoke further, thinking of something, his expression froze, and he instantly trailed off, unable to continue.