Volume One, Chapter 29: For the Prince

Murong Yunyi's body had always been frail, and now, after coughing up blood once more, his condition was clearly perilous. Truly, his days were numbered. She had to hurry back as soon as possible.

When Lin Wanthi arrived at Murong Yunyi’s room, she found him pale as paper, his lips drained of all color, his breath weak, and the bedsheets stained with a large, shocking patch of blood. He had retained a remarkable amount of strength; the display he gave when attacking Xue Ming and his companions had not revealed his full power, after all.

"I’ll go tell Grandmother; we’ll take leave and return immediately," Qiao Ruoyin finally said, realizing there was no other way. She had to find Bing Lingzi and inform her of the current situation.

Dorothy’s identity startled many of the professionals present. Enstinger was far from Kandulas, and during this era of rampant demons, it was not a journey that could be made by ordinary means of travel.

"I’ll report this matter to the Elder Council. We’ll sweep through the Blood Sect and avenge the fallen disciples," Bing Lingzi replied coldly. The Blood Sect had always been a crooked, evil cult—a purge was only natural, though the right opportunity had never emerged until now.

How had the conversation turned to marriage and childbearing?! What nonsense was this! That Wind Beauty—Wind the Fool, Wind the Simpleton! Day in and day out, what on earth was she thinking about?!

"How could I not know? I’m just debating whether I should expose your wicked deeds!" Qiao Ruoyin snapped back, threatening fiercely.

What they did not realize was that Ling Zhoutian, through his cameras and phone surveillance, was listening to their every word.

"This Luo Qi is truly ruthless. I wonder where she got those eyeballs," Lin Li said as she approached the two women who were touching up their makeup, sighing over the script’s contents.

Unable to break through to the world-class level—his mindset was flawed, and his heart-united partner, the ancient dragon, had physical deficiencies that barred advancement.

Yun Tianzheng was inwardly pleased with his own judgment in selecting people, but then a creak sounded as the door opened. Both turned their heads toward the entrance, momentarily stunned.

She bit her lip and suddenly asked, "Did you really rape Ma Fangling?" Fu Hongxue’s facial muscles tightened abruptly, pain flickering in his eyes, but he still nodded.

"Send a message to Phoenix Nest, tell them their teammate is safe. Our pilot is bringing him back," Captain Feng Gang ordered immediately, while he, along with the rest of the Victory Squad, piloted the Victory Eagle toward the area where the Plasma Type B was soon to return.

"It’s our turn," a Vantonian controlling a robot declared, delivering a punch to Belauken and sending the monster flying dozens of meters away.

"Are you sure you’re not mistaken? Am I really ranked ninety-ninth on the Crime Suppression List?" he asked sullenly.

Commander Li Huatian’s tone was much lighter, even cracking a joke, but the always icy Grey Wolf showed no reaction at all—he was not one to joke with his superior.

If the Five-Star evolved into the Crescent Spirit Beast, with the united strike of Fragment Vine Thirteen, even the combined magical powers of these three early-stage Demon Cultivators would stand no chance against him.

The middle-aged man spoke suggestively. Huang Qikun dried himself and, without hesitation, donned beach shorts and a short-sleeved shirt—the sort one might wear on vacation in Hainan Island—and wandered upstairs, with Yu Qinglang following behind.

Still, Lin Di found it odd—a local network could host a battle of a thousand players? These gamers had truly mastered their craft.

"How many men do they have? Any confirmation?" Taking five breaths to steady his own mind, Ebony promptly asked the crucial question.