Chapter 88: Cut the nonsense. Transfer the money now.

In a hidden stronghold, Gu Buli and several dead warriors were discussing whether to pledge allegiance to Qiu Yumeng.

He had not told the truth: those dead warriors had not all been wiped out, and every one of them obeyed his command.

When he saw the message sent by Cao Mang, a vicious glint rose in Gu Buli’s face. He had suffered greatly at Wang Meng’s hands, and at last he had a chance to exact his revenge.

Wang Meng had not sent his wife to the Qiu family mansion, but instead intended to go there early...

Junyuan Feng’s refusal startled everyone present, yet at the same time it brought a measure of relief. Whatever the reason for refusing the condition proposed by the king, he had refused it in the end.

“Damn it!” Chen Feng could not help cursing aloud, and the rigid knot in his thoughts suddenly opened like a road beyond the willows and bright flowers ahead.

Seeing that Lin Yan still held her in his other arm, his elbow resting just across her bosom, Xiao Ruoxi grew intensely bashful. She moved her hand toward the side of the bed, trying to pull a brocade quilt over herself to hide her embarrassment.

Lin Yan gradually regained his calm and was no longer troubled by the predicament before him. How many times before had he been trapped in similar situations? More than once, he had thought death certain. Yet in the end, relying on his own strength and a measure of luck, he had lived on.

The golden-robed elder gave his ceremonial staff a slight shake, and a radiance descended, attaching itself to the arrow loosed at the ancient blade. It actually dispersed every trace of the arrow’s peculiar force, leaving only its fierce but not overwhelming physical impact, and after striking the golden shield it was knocked aside.

The thousand ferocious beasts charging at the forefront were all swept away at once by the nameless demon. Even before they hit the ground, their bodies had been torn into flesh. Countless streams of blood rained down like a torrential downpour.

Old Fang froze for a moment, understanding that this meant he was to assist the Second Young Master. He was so conflicted he could scarcely bear it, and he secretly glanced at Young Master Rui, his mouth full of bitterness. It seemed there was no way for him to stay out of this matter after all.

Tang Feng looked at the black behemoth before him and could not help feeling a little speechless. This Hummer H2 preserved the Hummer’s striking, imposing shape, yet added many decorative elements of its own. Beautiful, elegant, and at the same time outrageously domineering, it truly was the dream car in every man’s heart.

He reached out and lifted the luxurious teacup, slowly stirring the floating tea foam. His gaze had already withdrawn from Ling’er and settled amid the white mist rising from the tea, unreadable and dim. He seemed as though he wanted to say something, yet held back.

As for Zhang Qiang, his initial disdain slowly turned to a face ashen with fury. If Ling Yun scored another goal, he would lose, and lose miserably.

The Ox Demon King’s massive body looked overwhelmingly imposing; merely charging at Wang Chao, it seemed able to crush him outright.

“That works too. You know I’m good at action and execution. You only need to plan things out.” Walnut was quite adept at defining his own role.

Back then, Elder Zuo had personally sensed it and discovered that a remnant dragon soul remained within. He had wanted to capture it, but although it was only a dragon soul, its spiritual power was extraordinarily fierce. Even someone like him, a Sovereign who had survived a first tribulation, was no match for it at all.

Fortunately, with a referee and host whose professional skill was impeccable maintaining order, the situation gradually stabilized.

But if everyone truly thought this was some kind of variety show, they were utterly mistaken. For this contest required strict lots to be drawn, and there were grand prizes awaiting the winners.

They had just received the news and rushed in, and upon seeing Ling Yun’s sharp and ruthless movements, how could they dare step forward?

“Mother, this is bad—they’re setting fire to the embroidery tower!” At the third-floor window, Xun’er kept watch on the movements of the five thieves below. When Xun’er saw them set fire to the tower, her face changed in alarm and she hurriedly cried out to everyone.

He had been watching Chen Xuan’s movements all along. Seeing Chen Xuan leave the room, Lin Xiong immediately guessed that people from the Ghost Taming Sect had arrived.

“First war, then disaster—how is a person supposed to live through this? Everyone fled here to Mountain Hollow Village together, yet other families are stuffing themselves every day with rice, flour, and big fish and meat, their bellies full, while not a single child in their house goes hungry. Just look at our own children—so hungry they’re nothing but skin and bones.