Chapter 44: The Crown Prince's Triumphant Return

"You..." Having lived a life of ease and luxury for all these years, Granny Guo had lost the ruthless edge she once possessed, and could only murmur weakly.

Hugo's business trip this time was rather extended, dedicated entirely to commerce—speeches, forums, television interviews, and more, leaving none out. He functioned as a living advertisement, constantly leveraging his personal renown, and the results were truly impressive.

As the two continued to interact, a peculiar feeling grew increasingly dense within their hearts.

During the days since Fang Yu's departure, the Mongol army had staged a comeback, instantly plunging Xiangyang City back into an atmosphere of anxiety and terror.

With Hugo making an appearance at such an event, Victor's retirement was merely one of the primary topics. They also wanted to press Hugo on numerous issues concerning the team, but Hugo refused to afford them the opportunity.

It was the truth, after all—nine out of ten wagers are rigged. Wang Jin's luck should have been considered decent enough, yet when it came to gambling, he was utterly incompetent. At the start, he wagered a hundred taels and doubled it, but failing to restrain himself, he continued to play. In the end, he lost even his original hundred taels of capital. Terrified to gamble any further, had he continued, he would likely have been sleeping on the streets that very night.

"Judging from the fluctuation of magic power, the person who cast this spell has only a level one mastery of magic. It's uncertain whether they have stronger ones among them," Chu Yun analyzed.

However, the top-lane Fiora sneered at his hyper-vigilant attitude. Glancing at her team's ADC, Kalista the Spear of Vengeance, and the support, Malphite the Shard of the Monolith, who were rushing from the high ground toward the top lane, she relentlessly shoved the minion wave straight forward, pinning the enemy Jax firmly beneath his tower.

The place where Jiang Chen mentioned selling dump trucks was located in the old town of Ning County, not far from the passenger transport center, almost at the edge of the town. Quite a few old houses nearby had been demolished, but due to certain reasons, the subsequent projects had not been carried out promptly, leaving those vacant lots overgrown with weeds of varying heights.

Meanwhile, a man walked into the room where Nian Xiaoxiao and Su Ruolian were being imprisoned, and with a wave of his hand, dismissed Nangong Honghao's bodyguards.

However, the golden dragon of the Overlord Spear Technique possessed no such limitation; moreover, the might of this golden dragon would escalate alongside the growth of Xuanyuan Yeyan's own strength.

Yet, in combat between masters, even a single second of hesitation could tilt the scales of victory. Seeing Xuanyuan Yeyan suddenly stand frozen in the arena, the members of the four major factions could not help becoming stirred with excitement.

The mere thought that from this day onward his life would be devoid of her, that he would never see her again, that every single day would pass without her presence—what was he to do?

After all, they were an old married couple, and given that Father Pei frequently went on business trips, how could there possibly be any scenario where he would expect his wife to stay home waiting for his return?

"Understood, my Lady Yan," Li Yan said with a smile, gently patting Murong Yan's head before withdrawing his hand.

Chu Xi gritted his teeth, thinking this girl must have grown addicted to acting coy today. Grasping her waist tightly and paying no mind to her exaggerated squeals, he spoke with fierce menace: "You little wretch are the main artery of my life, let's see how Your Lordship deals with you today."

Ji Weiwei, on the other hand, looked at Mu Qingsu with a face full of confusion. His smile was truly one that people found difficult to agree with.

What he voiced was precisely what Xuanyuan Yeyan was thinking in her heart, and she immediately nodded in agreement.

After finishing the call, he turned back to see Chu Sheng standing in the living room and was slightly startled. The old man was as formidable as ever, walking without a sound. He went to fetch some steamed buns and salted vegetables, then sat down at the dining table to eat.

Behind this gigantic divine figure there even unfolded a pair of boundless, infinitely vast wings—a pair of blazing red wings that, once unfurled, spanned millions of miles across the cosmos.

Spotting the chaotic situation, Liu Ye was sharp-eyed and seized the opportunity to charge toward the spirit boat, while Meng Shangyang and Murong Nantian also sprinted out swiftly.

Unable to make sense of it no matter how hard she tried, Yun Jinxiu had no choice but to move her spiritual consciousness and pull back all of her power, causing the surrounding illusions to vanish instantly.

Her father often looked at her and said she resembled her mother, and from that time onward, she had been filled with an infinite yearning and longing for her mother.

Back then, Xiaoru Ge and Beiming You had joined forces to inflict heavy injuries upon her. She had originally thought she was bound to die that day, but unexpectedly, the Demon Lord had suddenly appeared to rescue her, and subsequently expended immense effort to nurse her back to health.

The moment his words fell, he felt Nangong Qingyou's body temperature plummeting rapidly, making it feel as though he were embracing a block of ice.

Still, considering her straightforward, lively, and cheerful personality, having this kind of reaction was quite normal.

Ye Zihao drew in a sharp breath of cold air, for the pain radiating from his wound was simply unbearable.

As the Holy Emperor spoke, the Yaksha King and Asura's Son both directed their gazes toward Long Hao and Mo Feifan.

Over these past five years, she had grown even more taciturn than before, spending every day in unbroken cultivation. The moment she closed her eyes, her mind would be entirely filled with that exquisite, jade-carved face of Che'er.

As a greater deity, Silvanus nevertheless maintained an extremely loose church structure. Titles like Pope mostly served as representations of power; there were over a dozen Druids alone, and their might was equivalent to the Pope of an entire church.

Everyone's heart could not help pondering: what would it be like if... if they were to obtain this Langcang Divine Temple? Just the thought of it made one's heart palpitate with desire.

Tilting his head back, the vast expanse of the starry cosmos appeared exceptionally clear and bright, and along the slightly inclined arc sloping past, there shone the dazzling, brilliant Polaris, exceptionally radiant at this moment.

Naturally, as for confidence, I shall never lack it. For the comprehension of chaos within the Chaotic Jade Pendant is my greatest wealth. Armed with the insights of chaos, there will undoubtedly come a day when I attain that realm.