Chapter 96: Let the Tiber River Burn (Part Two)

“The enemy has breached the city!”

Throughout Rome, the terrified cries of the citizens echoed endlessly. At this moment, no one cared about anything else; they all fled towards their homes.

The turmoil spread through the city like wildfire.

The infantry under Leo’s command pressed closely behind them, advancing relentlessly into Rome. Leo’s soldiers showed no mercy to the rebellious citizens, ruthlessly slaughtering them.

“Your Majesty,” Wang Caijun said coldly, “if you can kill me, Wang Caijun, but cannot kill my grandfather, Wang Feiyuan, your reign will surely be unstable.”

The dry branches in the nearby forest had long since been gathered clean, leaving no choice but to venture farther afield to collect more. The five had not yet reached their destination and were already exhausted, especially Changsheng, who was even weaker than Rao Shouli.

For this reason, Uncle Liang’s entire family was deeply grateful and devoted themselves even more wholeheartedly to their master’s orders. They secretly swore eternal loyalty, vowing never to betray their master and to serve him faithfully for life.

The table was laden with treasures, their spiritual energy radiating so strongly that it could be felt from afar. It was obvious who had gifted these items; the four must have feared Feng Ruhuang’s rejection and resorted to this last-ditch effort.

Feng Ruhuang’s words had been heard clearly by Nangong Ming. Now was not the time for contemplation; he immediately flew without hesitation towards the source of the voice.

After the little dog immortal emerged, it sniffed here and there on the ground, finally stopping in front of a sandbag. Without a word, Old Ding went over and tossed the sandbag aside. Yet, no hole or trapdoor appeared beneath it.

When the black cloth was removed, the bird inside squawked weakly due to the sudden brightness but remained still, not even fluttering its wings in an attempt to escape.

Her spiritual power had been completely exhausted, while the opponent was still at the height of their strength. Yet, standing there, she gave the illusion of being the true victor.

“It’s getting late; let’s go eat,” the marquis said, pulling her hand as she finished washing up.

Raindrops slanted in through the window, and from somewhere, a cluster of pure white petals drifted in lazily, settling silently on the window frame.

Of course, Mikaka still remembered that Shen Junguo disliked him immensely, always calling him an evil god and the like.

Wearing a floor-length red gown, Fu Sansan’s slender waist was cinched with a cloud-like sash, making it appear even more delicate. She seemed born to enchant, her face like a lotus blossom, yet she carried an aura of commanding authority.

It was only natural; if Long Fan were selfish and heartless, why would he risk everything fighting fiercely against the Blood Sun Sect and other forces to help them?

Frowning deeply at the sudden appearance of the tournament rules on his computer screen, Meng Zixiao realized he had carelessly agreed without reading them carefully just moments ago.

“Enough. Since you have returned safely, there is no point in further dispute. The family is having lunch; if you’re hungry, sit down and eat with us,” Song Yanliang said impatiently.

“Hehe, Mikaka, rather than benefiting others, why not benefit us? Don’t you agree?” Shi Zhenxian smiled broadly.

Wind howled fiercely in Sam’s ears, accompanied by the whistle of blades. One by one, bloodied soldiers fell silently to the ground.

Compared to his time in Yanyang Town, Long Fan now wielded wind explosion techniques with far greater mastery.

A familiar figure stepped gracefully onto the stage, holding a microphone. The man’s voice was like the harmonious sound of a forest spring, soft and flowing as he walked with measured steps.

Believing the matter exposed and fearing capture and execution, Huiniang broke free from the constables and burst into Song Wanfeng’s room. Song Wanfeng had gone to bed late last night and had not yet risen; she was so startled she sat upright in bed.

Since butcher Li was fated to die, forcibly altering his fate would only trap him in an endless dream with no escape.