Once hailed as the nation’s pride and a formidable military genius, he was betrayed by a traitor while on a mission to defend the homeland, leading to his brother’s wrongful death. Casting aside all his honors, he returned alone to the city to avenge his brother, only to find himself unwittingly entangled in one conspiracy after another. Yet, through a series of unexpected twists of fate, he ended up forging a new world of his own and avenging his brother’s blood debt.
Chapter 268: Teaching Jiang Yuyang a Lesson As soon as Jiang Yuyang finished speaking, the two bodyguards raised their guns and aimed them at Qiao Yu. One of the bodyguards said coldly to Qiao Yu, “Kid, didn’t you hear what Young Master Jiang said? Take one more step forward, and I’ll shoot you dead.” They knew a thing or two about Qiao Yu—he was a formidable fighter. But they were elite bodyguards, armed with guns. No matter how skilled Qiao Yu was, they were... “Is that it? Are those your last words?” A golden halo suddenly appeared around Yang Bian’s head, swirling with a red mist. His massive scythe was enveloped in golden light. In his Dual-Light Weapon form, Yang Bian resembled a god descended to earth, purging sinners. She was even surprised to discover that the Emperor had always treated him with the same courtesy. After all, how old was Su An back then? And what kind of status did his father hold at the time? The three sisters, including Nan Gong Baiya, immediately tried to stop Master Zi Xuan, the Medical Sage, but she had already placed her finger, coated in soil, into her mouth. Wary that Su Sha might still have a trump card up his sleeve, Qian Lingjing intended to force the battle directly onto the ground. His earth-element magic was, of course, most powerful when used on the ground. Tang Zhihang recalled that the device was, in fact, Guan Ling’s student ID, wasn’t it? It was specifically designed for internal communication among Guan Ling personnel. But the moment he saw Chi Jingxi slumped in that slouching posture, there was no trace of a smile—he simply slammed a fist into his stomach. Several years ago, he had encountered a drunken stranger from out of town in a corner of the village. The moment he spotted the wooden sword at the man’s waist, his heart leapt with joy. With this level of strength, even if faced with a strike from a Venerable-level cultivator, Cao Peng would still be able to hold his ground. Although everyone knew Gao Liuming was merely a bully borrowing someone else’s authority, many still dared not cross him. Gao Liuming knew people feared him, so he acted with impunity. Little did he know that today he’d run into a few reckless souls—and even he was powerless against them. The value of this robe on the open market was a full thousand taels of gold—enough to buy several grand courtyards with seven inner and outer gates. For the poor, this was nothing short of a fairy tale. Anthony Martial, who had also transferred from Monaco to Manchester United, smiled when he saw Li Liang and spread his arms wide: “Welcome, my brother.” “Professor Han, could you please explain that more clearly? I don’t understand!” He Shanyuan was furious. The two men gave a mighty tug but failed to wrest the long sword back. Just as they were about to abandon the sword and retreat, two massive iron hammers smashed into their chests. Mo Qiang looked down at his chest; there was a large hole in his Purple Lightning Battle Armor. He recalled Hou Long’s evolutionary spirit, uttered a threat, and, relying on the route stored in his memory, flew toward the star system where Hou Long had died. “Thanks, Dazhuang,” Mo Qiang chuckled. He knew Li Dazhuang was a man of honor. A cool breeze swept through the monastery, carrying a faint chill. Yong Ling couldn’t help but shiver. Glancing at the sky, she decided it was about time to head back, so she went to the stables to lead her horse and prepare to descend the mountain. Most of these elite experts served ultra-wealthy individuals, handling their private affairs in exchange for substantial rewards—much like mercenary organizations in Europe. Just as Li Yun was still listening to Shen Qiang explain spiritual energy, the head family of the Hyuga clan was holding a high-level meeting. Although the Real Madrid captain knew it was surely futile, he continued to protest vehemently until the Manchester United players returned to the field. Thinking about it that way, this journey to the Southern Frontier for their group was truly fraught with danger; they could face mortal peril at any moment. This confidence did not stem from his own strength, but from the assurance provided by Huang Xuanling’s magical artifact. “Thank God, the gun still works!” This was the umpteenth time a soldier had mentioned “thank God.” It seemed God was really busy tonight; this single soldier had brought it up several times in just a few minutes.
