Volume 1, Chapter 49: I Should Never Have Provoked You

Yuan Kaiji no longer stood on ceremony with him, pulling Yan Weiyu along to accept the bow.

Yan Weiyu was already accustomed to this man brazenly stealing her thunder.

Smiling, she said to General Shu, "General Shu, please take a seat first. Let me check your pulse."

Upon hearing Elder Xiao's words, Elder Fang fell slightly silent, then waved his hand toward Afu.

The next moment, he reassembled his physical form in the distance, his face deathly pale, his eyes filled with both rage and terror.

Then there was no mistake. Yichuan had indeed murdered Ruoli first before binding himself to her soul. Naturally, Ruoli could not control herself, which was why she was pulled away from the Qingchen Palace. As for how she reached the Underworld, it must have been an accident.

Blood dripped down the tiger's neck as the massive beast wrethed constantly, several times nearly throwing the White Emperor off its back.

The night gradually deepened, and the surroundings grew entirely silent. Aside from a few men on night watch near the campfire, laughing and chatting in low voices, everyone else had already drifted off to sleep.

"Feng Wuhen?" Mo Yu Jingchen's mind raced as he pondered; it seemed he had a necessary task to warn off those who harbored inappropriate designs on her.

Someone initiated the applause, and within moments, the entire press conference venue was swallowed by a tide of thunderous applause.

"Very well, I shall accompany you tomorrow," Zeyuan said, embracing her as they flew up into the Sea of Linghe Flowers, hovering lightly above the floral expanse.

The tragic and desolate annihilation of the Blue Phoenix clan back then, along with the blood feud of her people, had always remained an unresolved knot in Song Lingyu's heart.

"Hehe, with a complexion as dark as yours, finding you would hardly be a difficult task," Ningjing said, her laughter ringing out like silver bells, her words full of teasing banter.

The commander of the Italian naval fleet, Erebet, and the commander of the Austro-Hungarian naval fleet, Rustidt, quite straightforwardly dispatched telegrams advising retreat to the commander-in-chief of the Allied Expeditionary Fleet—namely, the British fleet commander, Bridget.

With a deafening "boom," another missile frigate of the Lombard Empire suffered a catastrophic explosion. A single glance at its condition made it clear the vessel was beyond saving, destined for nothing less than sinking to the ocean floor.

After all, these followers had hitched their wagons to him in pursuit of wealth and glory; only if he ascended to the supreme throne one day could they enjoy ultimate honor and luxury.

No, you could not truly say there was nothing—only boundless scenery. Gazing out from here, the entire city of Nanyun lay in panoramic view. Remarkably, of all the seven levels of the pagoda, only this single floor was entirely open-work.

"Very well, very well! Then let me personally witness the divine powers of Elder Qu!" the leader roared, channeling his strength to the utmost. With a sudden spring, a dark red aura-armor wrapped around his entire body, and the vine staff in his hand pressed slightly downward as he readied himself to meet an attack from an unknown direction.

"P-President, the-the venue has been attacked by unidentified individuals!" the dutiful Mafia subordinate panted, completely out of breath.

Although Li Mochou had been forced into flight by the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan, it was solely due to being outnumbered. In her heart, she certainly did not hold the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan in any true regard.

His series of actions mirrored those of a seasoned drinker, causing a few people standing nearby in the queue to smile knowingly. It was likely they had engaged in similar routines countless times before.

"Would Master Yang be willing to sell such a pill recipe?" the man in blue mused for a moment, speaking almost as if to himself.

However, this simple slaughter was not enough to fully vent the gloomy frustration pent up inside Yang Chen, so he turned his attention toward the unfortunate Li Liheng.

With a flick of her wrist, the glowing sword formation surged toward Changqin like an arrow released from a string. Qingming, having anticipated this, cast an immortal arts spell to block the lethal strike; yet unexpectedly, the sword formation abruptly shifted its trajectory and flew squarely toward Fengxi.