Chapter 120: Faking a Fall

Song Hui stood before the mirror, lost in thought for a long time. She finally decided that she needed to dress appropriately for the Fu family estate; otherwise, Ke Jing would surely give her a cold look and accuse her of bringing shame upon the Fu family.

She rummaged through her closet for a while and found a designer outfit she had purchased long ago.

After changing, she happened to spot the "Dream of the Phantom Night" necklace on the table. She hesitated for a moment, then picked it up and fastened it around her neck; if she was going to put on a show, she might as well commit to the full act.

Once she was ready, she received a message from Fu Chen.

Gao Ye sat in the driver's seat, his eyes fixed intently on the apartment entrance through the glass. He had only ever seen photos of Song Hui, and she truly did resemble Shen Huaiqing...

Ji Ao grew more anxious the more he thought about it. If someone as sharp and brilliant as her were truly to serve the First Prince, it would be like adding wings to a tiger, causing endless trouble for the Fourth Prince.

This not only prevented grave robbers from venturing deep inside but also stopped anyone from entering or leaving; the complexity of it was unrivaled in the world.

With a sudden, deafening bang, a mushroom cloud rose into the air nearby, the explosive flash accompanied by a roar that shook the earth and mountains.

"Why? Taohua and Tao Yao are truly wonderful people. If you don't believe me, I'll invite them to the manor next time so you can see for yourself." An Huiru was unconvinced; in all her years, she had never felt such an affinity with anyone else, or found people so easy to get along with.

"Who are you, and why do you dare force your way into Bieshan Courtyard by carriage?" An Fu stood with his hands behind his back, squinting as he scrutinized Zhai Jun, who had hopped down from the vehicle. He asked coldly; had it not been for the insignia of Young Master Shen on the carriage, he would have already ordered his men to attack.

There was no one for hundreds of meters around. It was quiet, and the air was fresh. This must have been built for that old gentleman, specifically for him to spend his twilight years in peace.

The man in black was startled. He had not expected a mere vulture to possess such powerful offensive capabilities. If a deity were stripped of his magic, even the most formidable immortal would be left at the mercy of others once they arrived here.

Lin Shang had attended banquets before, and many in the palace had seen her. Only Song Jing appeared to be a soft target, making her the prime choice for these servant girls.

The mountain of ice blades collided with countless halberd glares, instantly shattered by the fierce strikes, and dissolved into a mist of ice. The rolling shockwaves were blocked by the protection of the "Swirling Lantern Fire," failing to even touch the hem of Feng Ni's robes.

For ease of carrying, Li Bai had Ye Qian hook her long arms around his neck, while he wrapped one arm around her waist and held her long legs with the other.

After about the time it takes to burn half a stick of incense, Feng Ni felt a stir and suddenly opened his eyes. On the mountain peak, he found that a cold, grim young man had appeared out of nowhere.

Just then, Luo Tian sensed that Mei'er had pulled out a Qiankun bag. His eyes lit up at the sight of it, for it was his own.

A cold, piercing light shone from his eyes, as if to shatter the void. A brilliant blade of light swept out, slashing fiercely toward the zombie.

Led by Wu Biao, thirty-five bladesmen surrounded the four and attacked without a word, engaging in a brutal, close-quarters skirmish.

Chang Hao let out a low shout, looping his arm around the beast's horn and channeling the "Xiaoyao Technique" to strike a heavy blow to the creature's back. Before the massive beast could force its way out of the barrier, it was sent flying back inside by the sheer force of the impact.

Facing such a terrifying attack, Zhang Xiaotian felt his scalp tingle. He desperately unleashed his "Twin Dragon Palms" to counter Xu Long's flaming blade. The nature of the dragon is water; although the dragon-shaped palm energy Zhang Xiaotian unleashed was far inferior to Xu Long's flaming blade, through his desperate struggle, he managed to hold his ground.

A glimmer of excitement flashed in his eyes. Feng Ni let out a long howl, gripping his halberd tightly with his right hand and swinging it down in a direct, head-on collision with the soaring Blood-Drinking Blade.

Furthermore, this man who was rushing to break into the Palace of the Firmament wore only the light purple armor of a vice-general in the Heavenly Army. This led the captain of the guards to hold him in even lower regard, his expression clearly revealing his disdain and indifference as he spoke.