Chapter 71

Liu Jing’s new car created an atmosphere for Lin Huanle and Zheng Shiqiang, making them believe that Lin Huanle had made a fortune through his dealings in calligraphy, paintings, and antiques. No one dared ask exactly how much he had earned, but the new car, worth several hundred thousand, was there for all to see.

It must be said that the Sui Nian Sword was a formidable weapon, even if it was of the lowest grade; its sharpness made it more than enough to cut down monsters of the Transforming Law stage with ease.

Yang Yi couldn’t help but regret coming here, but then he smiled wryly and shook his head. “Since I’m already here, I might as well make the best of it.” It seemed he had underestimated the allure of the Ninth Princess.

Night Xunhuan felt an icy chill engulf his entire body, as if even his blood and marrow were freezing. His mind spun, a stream of energy crashed through his brain, and countless times he wished he could faint, but some mysterious force kept him awake while a flood of chaotic information poured into his mind.

“He’s gone mad,” Baby cried out in alarm. If this continued, he might be able to force his way in, but he would inevitably be harmed by their profound techniques.

All along, Yun Zhiqiang’s greatest hatred was not for Luo Qianfan, but for Apollo. If not for Apollo, he would never have walked this path.

It was clear that Wang Yizhen came to see Chen Yang today full of confidence, even bringing along the golden reputation of his own name.

But thinking it over, a bit of roguishness wasn’t a bad thing. After all, he had abilities that were worth admiring.

Only now did she realize that the boss who seemed so ordinary had such a deep and powerful background.

With Gao Jun’s command, dozens of archers drew their bows and loosed a volley of arrows, the spade-shaped arrowheads bursting bloody blossoms across the enemy’s chests. Many fell with screams, but more pressed forward, weapons in hand, reaching the camp’s barricades, where the front-line soldiers immediately brandished axes and saws, preparing to hack through the palisade.

Who could have guessed that after washing the dishes, Zhao Kun would quietly leave Yingying’s house, saying he didn’t want to disturb her rest and would return another day.

Gu Mingtang mused that perhaps, before long, the Lingxi Brigade would truly become a village of villas.

In the last match, the reason Wang Chao was able to score 27 points was not just because of his three-point shooting ability rated at 99, but also thanks to Nash’s perfectly timed passes, without which it would have been impossible.

Lin Xi had always known the Master of the Azure Palace’s cultivation was unfathomable, yet she realized she still overestimated him—or perhaps underestimated herself. Her heart pounded, not from fear, but from hunger for a truer “reality.”

The moment the livestream began, viewers already numbered in the thousands—clearly, many were returning from the previous broadcast.

Watching Sofm’s Viego clear more and more jungle camps and grow ever stronger while his own Trundle stood still, Oner was overwhelmed by a sense of helplessness.

They all noticed that every time Director Gu performed a skit, several people were swept up, like a thief never leaving empty-handed—it was a little terrifying.

Now, even if the men in black approached, she wouldn’t worry, because she knew Jing Ye would awaken soon and his strength would fully return.

Soon, the doors of several nearby rooms opened, and maids and servants rushed out one after another.

His eyes drifted to his pocket, as if something was inside, but Zhou Ze only glanced at it before facing Jia Hui again.

No matter whether it was the Eastern Association or the Tiger Society, it would take time for them to confirm if he was a member of the East Prosperity Society. That window of time was enough for the two groups to clash.

Ye Qinglan’s mind exploded, not with shame but with rage. She pushed Ye Yuanzhou hard, but he clung to her as if possessed, refusing to let go.

In the air, the Black-Green Thread Snake flicked its tongue, transforming into a long black ribbon that swept toward the Blood Spirit.

After three people had left, an old man in a green robe and a middle-aged man in red appeared at the spot where they had stood.

A sudden cry of pain rang out, and Ji Wen’s figure emerged in disarray, looking up at the sky in disbelief.

Liu Feng was astonished, sensing his opponent’s fortune intensifying at that moment. He was puzzled—could this be another method by which the Heavenly Dao exerts control?

Ye Tian had only had brief contact with the descendants of the Kingdom of Manobach, and knew it was a mysterious organization. He had merely helped them bid on a music box and hadn’t interacted with them much.

Yongzhi’s laughter blended with his crisp dragon’s roar as it burst from his lips. In the next instant, his body transformed into a streak of light that struck toward the Divine-Eyed Chongming Bird. Watching Yongzhi attack, Ling Qian shrugged, and with a thought, an icy formation spread across his right palm, ready to strike at any moment.

As for the Ancient Divine Burial Grounds, they were never encountered again, as if sensing danger and retreating deeper into the Chaotic Divine Domain.

Suddenly, Ling Qian, who had been sitting on the ground, let out a low cry. In the next moment, the spot where the tornado had vanished abruptly sank five feet, and Ling Qian slowly opened his eyes.

“We’ve given you a chance to settle this privately. If you still want to report it to the authorities, then go ahead—we’re not afraid!” Su Wanwan declared.

The Phoenix Empress had schemed against Ye Yuan to obtain the Dragon Plate; without it, even if Ye Yuan’s group could prove they were with the Bole Company, they still wouldn’t be allowed into the Sanctuary. Such were the rules of the Sanctuary.