49 Chaos

The intense flames generated such high heat that much of the rain falling to the ground instantly turned into steam. The entire royal capital now resembled the largest bathhouse in the world, shrouded in thick mist so dense that anyone standing over ten meters away became a mere shadow.

Diaz deliberately radiated an aura of menace, drawing the Golden Lion’s attention fully onto himself.

Warm water poured down from above, slowly tracing his body. At that moment, he felt as if he were immersed in a tranquil pool, utterly comfortable, free to think of nothing else but maintaining this peaceful state.

Although the painting was somewhat exaggerated, there was still a faint resemblance between Yuyan’s features and those depicted.

In other words, the opponent was completely unafraid of fire magic; even Ximan’s modest display of fiery power was dismissed as trivial.

A pungent stench surged forward with a buzzing intensity, so overwhelming that even Ouyang Feiyu and the others, masked as they were, turned pale and hastily removed their masks to vomit uncontrollably.

Hugo was naturally displeased with such arguments. "You don’t know a thing! Cristiano Ronaldo is destined to be the greatest football star in the world’s future; you have no idea of his immense potential."

At this moment, Manager Song sought out Han You, and without being told, he could roughly guess the reason—apparently, the matter discussed with Madman a few days prior had finally come to fruition.

Why was Finny, the queen, able to remain so calm and cold-blooded after the death of her emperor and husband? How could she speak such openly hateful words without disguise?

“Bastard! I want you dead!” Gao Minghai roared silently, harboring a deadly resolve against Lin Chen.

Zhang Nianzu grew somewhat concerned. Perhaps no one was near the phone, or maybe they simply hadn’t heard. It was understandable, but being abruptly hung up on—what was that about? Who had done it?

“My favorite thing is to marry a handsome guy and have a bunch of kids, at least eight.” Jia Yuanyuan lifted her drink and took a sip.

Zhao Xinghan glanced at Mo Qingyi and the two others, then remounted the Imperial Feathered Heavenly Lion. His gaze pierced the dark tower, cold light flashing as he said firmly, “I want to see who lent Luo Junlin the courage.”

“What is this?” Flory stared at the gray shape before him, a hint of surprise lighting his eyes.

“I went abroad for a trip.” Liu Lao Liu smoothed his thinning white hair, speaking in a casual tone as if to say, “We often travel abroad; it’s not to show off.”

When the absorption reached sixty percent, the ice-encased Evil King Stone Xuan finally stirred; the outer layer of ice began to melt and crack.

Upon hearing Baoye’s telepathic message, Yu Yang looked ahead. Before him floated a large blue orb, and as Yu Yang grasped it, he felt as if he had entered a vast river or sea.

“Zhi Zhi, you promised Tangyuan, right? Neither of you came to school one by one; it’s just me and that annoying guy in the dorm!” A frustrated emoji followed the message.

Old Jiang was stunned. “Could it be—” He had been so overwhelmed by hope that he hadn’t thought it through, but the matter wasn’t hard to guess.

To break the awkward silence, Xiang Ye took the initiative to bring up last night’s ambush. It clearly indicated their movements had been exposed, that there was a spy on Princess Island, and perhaps even the Perfume Princess might be targeted.

“You, all grown up, always just know how to sabotage me.” Uncle Zhou’s face still bore a smile, showing no blame toward A Li; instead, from his tone, Wang Haoming sensed a touch of indulgence.

When Jill’s hand rested on his waist, Xiang Ye’s whole body broke out in goosebumps, his eyes warning like flamethrowers.

The Golden Fatty finally broke the silence between the old and new Heavenly Treasure Associations: the First Family Friendship Jewelry and Gold Shop was preparing to open in Taiwan. The people from the old Heavenly Treasure Association would enter Taiwan openly and legally.

Noticing the fleeting vulnerability in Chu Yun’s eyes, Qiao Qing felt somewhat apologetic, but this was the task given to her by Su Yinan. If she didn’t perform well, Sizi’s medical expenses would be cut off.

During their school days, the playing field was a place where friendships blossomed but also where enemies emerged.

When spiritual power touched the Money Tree, Wang Haoming’s vision immediately revealed a transparent Money Tree.

From the fact that a single word could erase over thirty million, it was clear that for people like them, money was merely a number, something insignificant.

Mao Yong steadfastly upheld his principle: “Work hard, live honestly.” Though it was harder and more exhausting, every penny he earned was clean and upright.

Yan Yu was stunned. She had just returned home; besides personally changing her medicine, Xuan Shao had said nothing. She knew nothing either.

Jiang Chengce looked at the expectant Mu Manni, then at the villa under renovation, feeling warmth welling in his heart.

Though puzzled, Wei Fengxin wondered if the princess believed that the gentle consort’s invitation to enter the palace meant something would happen tonight. Still, she promptly responded and made arrangements.

Jiang Chengce arrogantly blew on his retracted fists, then slipped his hands into his pockets, whistling toward a spot forty-five degrees above the arena.

He lowered his eyes; the figure in white, pure as snow, leaned to the left side of the carriage. At that moment, his black hair cascaded like a waterfall over the white garment.

Upon hearing Xing Yun’s words, Jun Hui slightly furrowed his ethereal brows. This expression silenced Xing Yun, who quickly shut up.

Feng Chi raised an eyebrow, realizing that his grandmother truly had no confidence in him. But that was only natural.

Although the Sword Inquiry Peak remained shrouded in darkness, Gu Chen’s area was brilliantly illuminated. The divine demon he cradled was like a giant egg before—despite the night, it still emitted a crystalline snow-white light, bathing the surrounding ten-yard radius in a daylight-like glow.

When the convoy stopped, the servants herded the carriages into a circular formation as a perimeter. The horsemen and Chen Rong’s carriage were placed in the center. Everyone began to sleep—either inside the carriages or resting against the horses—no camp was set up to save time.

Feng Luoyu said nothing, quietly watching him. Due to Xuankong’s educational philosophy during his childhood, he once had a trace of compassion. After all, every life had its meaning.

After hanging up the phone, Jin Zhiyan immediately ran to the security office, hoping to find Yun’er’s whereabouts through surveillance footage.

“Thank you, Miss Zhao, for helping me out.” Wei Chenfeng looked at Miss Zhao, nodding slightly with sincere eyes.

The demonic dragon sword roared past, directly strangling the godly clan member, instantly depleting 180,000 health points.

Explosions erupted simultaneously, scattering energy everywhere. Cheng Fengwei, relying on his mastery of dimensional particle science, swiftly converted the surrounding energy, destroying many enemy aircraft. The battle even slightly tilted in favor of Cheng Fengwei’s forces.