Chapter 13166 — On Wei Zhao's Side

His strength had once again reached seventy percent of the original body's!

Even so, though the situation on the field looked perilous at every turn, he could at least barely hold off the madman's fourteen-tenths clone across from him.

Unfortunately, it was not over yet.

On Li Di's side, the clone's power surged once more, now standing at a full seventeen-tenths of his original body's strength!

The crowd could not help but break into a cold sweat for Wei Zhao all over again.

With the gap between the clones grown so vast, it was well-nigh impossible to...

The Minister of Guo was no fool, of course he understood the stakes involved. If he helped Princess Ruoxi accomplish this deed, he would be selling his country to the Qin. He would become a traitor to his own nation.

After the first three cups had been raised as proposals, the atmosphere began to warm; one toasted another, and another toasted him back, until the whole gathering had grown wonderfully lively.

Shangguan Yuxi carelessly threw on a garment, and in that bitterly cold winter day walked straight outside.

In times past, if the Qian woman had shared half the steamed egg in her bowl with Taojie, Taojie would surely have been overjoyed. But now, such a morsel of egg was something Taojie truly did not deign to look at anymore.

The two gazed at each other for a long while. Shen Miaoyan's eyes were far too bright, like a sun that could not hide a single speck of dust.

"Senior Sister Qiu!" Jun Yixiao worked hard to steady her feelings; after a glance at the offering table, she spoke in a gentle voice.

The head of the Bai family beside him visibly started at the order, and the next moment his fury was impossible to contain.

Zheng Fan was so furious his liver ached, but they were not yet married, and he could not casually feud with the princess.

In the Bai family's secret council chamber, worn down by long years of internal troubles and external threats, some were restless, some calm, and some bound by duty above all; the several elders and the family head each held their own view, and for a long while no final decision was reached.

But who would have thought that when the ruler of the state journeyed to Guo this time, he did not so much as lay eyes on the face of Guo's new ruler, let alone forge an alliance against Qin.

Seeing that Cang Luochen would not sit, the old emperor had a chair brought for her, then settled back into his own seat, ready to watch the game between Cang Luochen and Yue Junzheng.

It was a snow eagle, a wondrous creature that could live upon snowy mountains six or seven thousand meters high, with a wingspan reaching three meters. It was said they did not feed on carrion, yet would attack mountaineers who had not yet drawn their last breath; once, a climber had been seized by them and dropped from midair.

Seeing Nalan Yiyang depart, Qiu Feng's lovely eyes flickered, her red lips pressed lightly together, and without the slightest hesitation she followed after him.

She saw the egg liquid running down the sleeve of Huo Zhi's robe, and anger rose up in her heart on the spot.

The middle-aged Daoist pounced upon the old one: "Master, what thing is more precious than a man's life? Save us, father—hand it over!" The other Daoists crowded in as well, until wails and cries and pleading filled the air in one great clamor.

Cang Jiuyao did not answer at once. Instead she studied the terrain upon the sand table and every marking with the utmost care and attention, wholly unlike the woman of moments ago, whose gaze had been cold and forbidding, whose face had worn a faint, teasing smile as she raised her hand to take a life.

Yun Tu had no time to react at all; she and Mumian were caught up by a tremendous force and flung flying backward.

"Mother!" Yun Tu pushed open the door and saw Shuai Wanrou seated in a chair, her slender white fingers threading needle and line as she carefully embroidered a spirit bird, pure white from head to tail.

So saying, under the burning gaze of all present, he mustered every ounce of strength to lift the dazed Western Rong youth to his feet, tossed down a single golden leaf, and left Fengyuan Inn.

Before Moyuan's words were finished, there came a soft "pfft," and a slender blade of grass pierced straight through his back into the very center of his heart. A drop of dark green blood fell from the tender tip of the blade, bending even that green point low.

She meant to go to Fenglang Pass, not out of any doubt regarding the strength of Su Lun and Su Tong, but because she guessed the northern barbarians would come this time with overwhelming force.

It was a feeling like watching death itself raise its scythe before one's eyes and smile down at you.