Once you're in, it's not so easy to leave; Hua Jing squinted, glancing at Luo Song, who was always close by her side.
Hua Jing naturally didn't want Luo Song to follow her, but since this guy wasn't cooperating, she could only let him be. At worst, she would throw him into the porterhouse when danger arose, but undeniable was the sweet feeling in her heart, finding his gaze more and more pleasing.
As Hua Shi slowly pulled open the door, the already prepared Hua Jing and Luo Song slipped into the nearby porterhouse. The people outside showed a glint in their eyes, ready to move. Hua Shi was even more prepared, and as soon as the door opened a crack, he ran away swiftly. By the ti they pushed open the heavy door, Hua Shi had already run a distance away, leaving behind a line that resembled indulging in a performance.
"You're deceiving us," he exaggeratedly stated.
Glancing at the relentless footsteps of Hua Shi, Qi Chong chuckled coldly, then saw the throng of people. Upon observing their clothing, his guard eased instantly.
Just ordinary civilians. Though aware that they were prepared, so what? He brought elite troops, not re cannon fodder.
They charged towards the crowd on the clearing, seemingly frightening them, causing the crowd to quickly retreat. Soon, both groups were far from the doorway.
When they heard the door slam shut, all they caught was a fleeting green shadow, darting swiftly into the crowd, seemingly carrying sothing.
They ca with bad intentions, but the other party shut the door tight. If they still didn't realize sothing was amiss, they'd truly be foolish. The dark-clad figures' expressions turned cold.
So... they intended to catch a turtle in a jar.
Qi Chong paused, raised his hand, and the people behind him stopped abruptly.
Qi Chong's gaze fell upon the green shadow, realizing it was a woman... a very formidable woman.
He had just personally felt the weight of the door; it took considerable effort for him alone to push it open, yet she had closed it swiftly, and even he couldn't match her speed.
Looking at the people opposite, his expression was no longer contemptuous, becoming serious.
The crowd was not as fearful as imagined; in fact, he even saw traces of excitent among them.
These people:...
Apparently, they had misjudged.
However, so be it; wanting to catch a turtle in the jar depended on their cooperation.
"Seems our whereabouts have been discovered," Qi Chong said with a chilly smile, his words as casual as everyday conversation.
"Who are you people?" Clearly, Hua Chengtian had no patience for answering, coldly rebuking.
It was obviously a group with ill intentions; being nice would truly be foolish.
"No need to know who we are; tell , what place is this?" Qi Chong's lips curled into a sneer, glancing at the crowd disdainfully.
"Ha, that's funny, isn't it bold to speak like that? You think you can just tell us to talk as if you are soone significant?" An impatient voice from the crowd retorted sarcastically; though their numbers were fewer, Hua Village people were more, and no matter how formidable, their years of training were not in vain.
"This is refusing a toast only to drink a penalty," Qi Chong, growing impatient after wasting so much ti, remarked gravely.
"Whether it's a toast or a penalty, knowing you aren't good people is enough. Tell , what do you intend to do here in Ancient Yan?"
Preparing to catch a turtle in a jar, Hua Chengtian had no intention of being overly indirect, straightforwardly confronting them.
"We, Ancient Yan?" Qi Chong's eyes flickered.
"Look at your feet," Hua Chengtian kindly explained.
Inspecting his feet, Qi Chong noticed their flaw for the first ti, the curve of his mouth widened further, his gaze locked on the crowd ahead, flickering darkly.
Able to discern from the small shoes that they weren't from Ancient Yan, it seed the people here weren't just re civilians.
Indeed, what civilian would possess such insight, nor remain so calm when faced with so many of them.
Initially intending to glean the desired information from them, had they been sensible, he might have spared their lives. It now appeared sparing them was out of the question.
"Such keen eyesight; it's hardly our fault then," Qi Chong smirked coldly.
Then...
Boom... Bang Bang...
The smile hadn't faded; explosions echoed in their ears, facing them were thunderfire bombs raining down, leaving no ti to react, their world erupted in flas, painted in blood-red, a severed hand grazed his cheek, a wave of heat hit, sending his body flying into the air, landing heavily on the ground, spitting blood profusely.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the speaker shouting at the green shadow, "Weren't we supposed to throw together?"
The tone was frantic and furious... incensed him... causing another mouthful of blood to spew... "Thunderfire bombs" were indeed their objective for this trip... Qi Chong closed his eyes in frustration.
While speaking, Hua Chengtian's actions were no slower than his daughter's, hurling thunderfire bombs into the crowd.
Dozens of thunderfire bombs, as if forming a dense net, enveloped the black-clad n gathered together.
The sounds of explosions and screams were incessant, so calamitous that the n of Hua Village paused for several breaths, then quickly reacted, wielding swords against the fortunate few who escaped the explosion radius.
"Rember to leave two alive," Hua Chengtian, busy throwing thunderfire bombs, didn't forget to shout.
These people were sent by enemy nations, naturally requiring awareness of their purpose; being part of Ancient Yan Country ant prioritizing one's own nation, hence they had to have survivors.
With flas soaring, blades flashing, the Liaoxi n, already thrown into disarray by thunderfire bombs, never imagined they'd die so early in their expedition, dying so aggrievedly, brutally.
Not just them; even the people of Hua Village hadn't expected this.
Their bodies exuded such palpable murderous aura that despite maintaining outward composure, unease lingered within.
But... it was over so swiftly.
So hadn't even participated, their swords yet to be drawn, and the battle was over.
So were too stunned, looking at the bloody battlefield, limbs scattered everywhere... many couldn't hold back... retching incessantly.
Those who perford slightly better, following Hua Chengtian's orders, searched among the corpses for survivors, unable to comprehend the shock that struck so unexpectedly.
Besides capturing two too terrified to move, they found three survivors in the bomb crater, though already barely breathing, clearly not long for the world.
The one who seed the leader was among the three. Though his limbs were intact, his upper body was nearly riddled with shrapnel, yet he still clung to life; one had to admit his resilience.
Qi Chong was awoken by the slap of a sword, the searing pain from his injuries nearly knocking him unconscious again.
With eyes stuck with blood, he peered hazily ahead, vaguely discerning several blurred figures.
"How can you... have thunder... thunderfire bombs," Qi Chong painfully uttered the question.
"You know thunderfire bombs?"
A sweet, soft voice rang in Qi Chong's ear, yet from his perspective, there was no trace of sweet softness.
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