Volume One, Chapter 30: Who Was Behind This?

Selle's son took the lead in guiding everyone out, while those on the verge of losing control were escorted away by Old Liu using his own methods. Gazing at the planets farther from the sun than Neptune, Wu Di couldn't help but smile and shake his head. Then, lifting his hand, he formed a seal with his fingers.

This King of the Way was, like Song Yi of the Heavenly Blade, a prodigy in martial arts, equally obsessed with the path of cultivation. However, unlike Song Yi, he appeared youthful, yet had already lived to one hundred and twenty years.

“As a Grandmaster of the Demonic Sect’s Celestial Phenomena, she risked backlash from the fortune of the Chen Kingdom to impersonate the Imperial Consort and, even in my dire straits, aided me with her full strength. This alone shows that the Imperial Consort herself is in grave peril.”

As more dragonfolk erupted from the earth with guttural roars, humanity’s own cries echoed through the retreating camps. Though they had long suspected such things, witnessing them firsthand was a shock far more profound than mere speculation.

Perhaps poverty had limited his imagination; he had always thought that when a man became emperor, his harem would consist of nothing more than a few wives and concubines.

“Jing Chen, the Hoss family will remember this grudge. One day, your Jing family will pay in blood,” Hossley spat bitterly, then charged away.

Qin Ling checked his reflection again. After the system’s transformation, his height had increased from one meter seventy-seven to one eighty-five, his black, tousled hair now a dazzling gold. His face remained unchanged, his beautiful, peach-blossom eyes arching at the mirror.

Just then, the entire golden temple began to tremble, and from beneath the ground—who knows what creatures had been raised—something began to lift the whole floor.

Dodging the giant fish, Chang Sheng flipped his wrist, drew his sword, and unleashed his true energy. With a sharp crack, a single stroke sliced the massive blue fish cleanly in two.

The car was still new. Though it had never been driven much, it had been maintained regularly, and someone always took it out for a spin now and then. There would be no problems driving it.

Ying Wuhuan led the army himself. The sword in his hand was no longer the one he used to wield, and this blade had already lost its spirit.

Amidst the pleas for mercy, the sobbing, and the curses, gunfire rang out. Those dragged away were dealt with swiftly.

Though the sword energy was astonishing, none of these people intended to help. They were solely focused on protecting their own lives and fortunes.

The emperor’s face darkened, unable to hide his displeasure. Of course, he had quarreled with her before; how could he not think of the past? He had his own boundaries—his first refusal of the empress had already made his stance clear. Yet she kept bringing up the matter, leaving him somewhat disappointed in her.

After these days together, they had found this Miss Feng possessed three great assets and three great vices—a generous bosom, great skill, and a formidable temper; and she was greedy for food, sleep, and money.

Yet these words struck directly at the core of her heart, causing Huangfu Li’s chest to tremble again and again.

There were only two ways to reach Yunlan Town: through the teleportation array, or by crossing a level-fifty monster zone.

When I entered, I saw Lan Xin speaking to the child, something in her hand swaying gently.

No matter what, I could never hope to surpass Li Caiying in the old lady’s heart. Making a few preparations was only natural.

But Jingwan knew none of this. She slowly pushed open the door, walked in, sat down beside Si Ruiyuan without a word, and opened the wine before him, handing it over.

“Liansheng, it’s your first time participating—don’t you want a photo?” Sister Ling didn’t even wait for an answer. She simply dragged me over.

“Yingying, it’s been so long! How are your parents?” She wasn’t surprised to see Liu Yuying; wherever Chen Jing was, she would surely be there.

Ye Tian took the number card without protest. At such auction houses, a deposit was normal. Though it seemed a bit much, he was curious to see what was on offer.

Si Ruiyuan hadn’t returned yet, and Su Hanyu didn’t ask where he’d gone. She looked after Zhuangzhuang, fed him, coaxed him to sleep, and then went back to her room.

Yuan Heting couldn’t remember when he’d become so destitute that his wife now had to pick up trash for a living.

Zhong Kui sighed inwardly, realizing he’d been kidnapped by the two before him, yet he was helpless—Su Lie wouldn’t help him escape. That forthright general followed his lead and was still waiting for his next words.

Before her soul had crossed over, when she was still Xia Mengchu, Ming Youran often discussed this cousin of hers with her.

Though he spoke to Xiao Yu, his fox-like, cunning eyes were fixed on Xiao Huangyu.

After sitting quietly on the bed for a few minutes, she rose, intending to dress and slip away unnoticed.

“Regarding our group’s Desert Forest Project, Mr. Gu, are you familiar with it?” Teacher Ma asked.

At that moment, a cold voice called out, halting Zhu Meier. The guards’ eyes fell on her with greedy intent. Zhu Meier’s figure was exquisite; her black dress added a unique allure. Even with her face veiled, her beauty shone through the thin fabric.

Seeing Zhu Shuangning, the leading martial artist stepped forward, raised his chin, and sneered.

Gu Chengxiao was in a meeting when Luo Min, in a panic, burst through the conference room doors, startling everyone inside—they thought something terrible had happened.

Upon hearing this, the two elders swallowed hard. This was not the Mu Li they knew. Her consciousness was no longer her own.

Lou Tianyou swiftly caught the cup with a flick of his hand, not spilling a drop. His martial prowess was evident.

And as for that most crucial male characteristic, there was no way to conceal it; only a very few things could be disguised.

This frozen land instantly shattered the courage of the crowd. The throng that had been so densely packed now halted, retreating in a frenzied rush.