Chapter 13128 — Don't Be So Quick to Flip the Table

Wei Zhao looked at him as though he were staring at an idiot. "Do you even know what you're saying?"

Li Gui's expression was even more hostile.

It was only because Wei Zhao had given no order—otherwise Li Gui would have slapped the man dead on the spot.

Never mind that Ximen Xiu counted as a mighty spellmaster who had fused five divine artifacts; judged purely on flesh and bone, he was not fit to carry Li Gui's shoes.

Yet Ximen Xiu, seeing this, wore a look of utter confidence. "Don't be so quick to flip the table. The fact that you've come this far proves you have some real strength. I'm here now to discuss serious business with you."

"My visit this time is on the orders of my..."

Did that not mean that from now on, not only ordinary disciples would have to bow to Chu Yan—even the sect's elders would have to greet him with the full ceremony due a Grand Elder!?

Wei Jie's voice was not loud, but the night was deep and all was still, and his words carried clearly to the front courtyard. In no time at all, Zhang Da's figure appeared within the inner courtyard.

A delegate from a vassal state, ranked near the bottom, had climbed over their heads—and even taken the third seat. Could they tolerate that? Of course they could not.

He seemed never to have gone looking for trouble with anyone. Nearly every time, trouble had come knocking on its own, just like this present instance: before his backside had even warmed the seat, trouble was already upon him.

These two choices were, without question, a message to Han Xiang as well: that laying a hand on Xiang Yu was absolutely out of the question—at least not here.

Huan Xuan had no sooner come of age than he schemed to poison Huan Chong for the sake of Jingzhou's military power. If he would do that to his own uncle, how much more so to this nominal "cousin" of his?

The spell marker lingered here and would go no further, flickering with light as it paused in this place for a full five minutes. Though this was the last place of glory on Yuxu Star, it had fallen into such ruin—Old Fang had surely done them no favor by inviting them here.

"Thinking three steps ahead in all things—that has always been Xie An's chief reliance in anticipating the enemy before they move!" Wei Jie nodded and said.

A moment later came a thunderous crash, and both men cried out in pain at once. Fang Tian retreated five steps, and Fan Wei retreated five steps as well.

A look of delight appeared at once on the face of Wang Juezi, who had been invisible until then. He crept close without a sound, a long saber appearing in his hand from who knew where, and slashed straight at Wang Tianyi's back.

Only when a martial artist has trained to a profound level can he truly manifest the ability to see all around and hear in every direction. Compared with sight, hearing is the more important. Though Feng Yun had not reached that realm, channeling his inner force to his ears still let him hear more than his eyes could see.

"Hahaha, a fine self-detonation, a fine self-detonation indeed!" Several ghost commanders who had flown in from afar burst out laughing, their gazes fixed greedily, eyes gleaming, upon the few ghost commanders who had survived the blast.

Within the checkpoint, an officer stepped forward. Though somewhat intimidated by Xiong Da's bulk, he considered himself one of General Shajia's men and immediately retorted.

Still, once he himself met Zhou Xufang, he would understand: a man before the girl he loves is nothing but a hopeless fool.

After speaking, Yu Zhiqian leveled his gun, hunched low, and continued forward bit by bit. The footsteps grew clearer and clearer, yet Yu Zhiqian could not stop—more than twenty of his comrades were still waiting for him to come to their rescue.

Afterwards, it was often the Americans who did this sort of thing. In South America or the Middle East, if an American was kidnapped and a video was released threatening the Americans, they would send in a secret unit to rescue him. Over time, everyone grew accustomed to this unreasonable way of the Americans.

But no matter how one looked at it, this was a treasure that made others' eyes burn with envy. If it could be kept from being known, then it would be kept from being known.

Feng Yun explained patiently, but how could that convince the two siblings? They lunged at Feng Yun once more, and this time Wu Zhongling perched upon Wu Zhongyu's shoulders, the two of them stacked into a human wall, sweeping toward Feng Yun like a pillar propping up the heavens, with Wu Zhongyu's feet as the center.

Only she was the most foolish—having spent so long with Zhou Chongcheng, only now did she learn of his family background.

"Our young master is ten years old this year!" A sensible servant boy mattered—at the very least, he would not expose your shortcomings at the crucial moment! A pity I have none, and must make do with a stupid lackey.