Chapter 128: Encirclement

A massive procession of nearly a hundred people assembled on the main road leading up the mountain. Standing at the forefront was the man from the bamboo hut. He stood firm and addressed his disciples: "We will not let them take Junior Sister Xue'er. When Junior Sister Qian'er was taken that time, we were powerless to..."

Wang Caiying nodded; the dream had felt incredibly real. When they compared notes upon waking that morning, they were truly startled, yet the dream had significantly lightened the grief in their hearts.

Black played a diagonal attachment at the sixth line on the upper left; White blocked in the center. Black turned down to the second line on the left, and White extended to the fifth line to prevent the two groups of Black stones from connecting.

"You must be Hyde, then," the future said, eyeing the middle-aged man dressed like a scholarly gentleman, speaking in an indifferent tone.

"Of course, Madam. I visit my ranch once every year. During this time, I can provide treatment to Mr. Brown. You can rest assured that Mr. Brown will face no further health issues," Han Ning said with a solemn expression.

He ran into the valley and, upon hearing the sounds of the flute and xiao, remembered that the young mistress and Miss Qin were playing there. He hurried to turn into the depths of the peach blossom grove, intending to warn them to take cover.

A few days later, an envoy from the Daimyo of the Land of Water arrived at the Hidden Mist Village. After clearly stating his purpose, the envoy was finally granted an audience with the Fourth Mizukage, Yagura.

The two worlds closing in from the left and right, like a pincer movement, blocked out the light from other stars, appearing both ferocious and cruel.

He looked at the tall, burly man under the moonlight, and suddenly his nose stung and his eyes grew moist. In their family, the wisest person was not his mother, who ran the household, nor was it he, the son who had passed the imperial examination; it was this father, who always appeared so simple and taciturn.

"Golden Immortal!" Feeling the surging celestial energy within him, Han Ning rejoiced inwardly. With such solidified celestial energy, the power of various celestial arts would increase manifold.

However, having said that, this approach of concentrating forces to strike a single point with full strength was the very essence of blitzkrieg.

Zhang Babaijiusi and Zhang Yanyan remained in a state of shock, their minds filled with questions.

After the first round of the semi-finals, forty-four people remained: thirteen from the East District, ten from the South, twelve from the West, and nine from the North. On the surface, the East District appeared the strongest, but that was not the case. The reason for this situation was that the other three districts were essentially controlled by exclusive kings.

The interior of the tent was simple and tidy. A massive white tiger pelt was spread across the center, its intact head baring a ferocious snarl that instilled a sense of terror and oppression.

A cool breeze stirred, and the mountain forest held a sense of tranquility, with spiritual beasts darting past from time to time, revealing a vibrant vitality.

The Ming Dynasty had placed such importance on Prince Edward's New Year's Eve visit precisely because they knew that even if a military alliance could not be signed, it would still serve as a signal of political support. But now, it seemed that even this level of political support would be difficult to obtain.

"Die!" Yang Fan felt no pity. After killing Mo Tianxuan and Hua Qianyu in quick succession, he turned to strike down the other super prodigies like Gongzi Qiubai, but suddenly felt his divine power beginning to wane. Muttering "what a pity" to himself, he swept away toward the outside.

Hearing these words from the Tianshan Myth, Hao Yunmo was also deeply shocked, yet he felt utterly helpless. This matter was beyond his scope of authority. After all, the seniority of the Tianshan Myth was such that even the Headmaster of the Moral Academy would have to respectfully address him as Uncle-Master.

Lu Yuming, whether coerced or of his own volition, simply dropped a bombshell.

The security captain was prepared to admire Chen Shihao's next move, but strangely, Chen Shihao remained frozen in that position. If not for the steady and rhythmic sound of his breathing, one would have truly thought the young man had turned into a block of wood.