Volume 1, Chapter 57: Annihilation of the Clan

Jincheng, the Ma residence.

Ma Yinglong, along with the heads of the other three major clans, was in the lounge, smoking cigars and sipping red wine while waiting for Ma Tiannan to bring Liu Yanran back.

The mere thought of blackmailing the Liu family to make up for their financial shortfall filled him with delight.

He was already contemplating how to squeeze tens of billions from the Liu family.

How much should he distribute to the other three families?

The four families had always stood together through thick and thin, and now that they were aware of the matter, not giving them a share was out of the question.

Yet, if he gave them too much, he would feel resentful; give them too little, and the three families would undoubtedly be dissatisfied.

Since the capture was made by his side, taking half was entirely reasonable, and the remaining half could be split among the other three families.

"Brother Ma, it has been quite a while now, people..."

"When Xuanyuan appears, all demons are slain by the Xuanyuan aura. Unstoppable is the Xuanyuan Sword. The sword energy pierces the heavens, none other than Xuanyuan."

Seeing that Tan Jing remained so calm despite knowing the truth, she grew utterly hateful of that composed demeanor of hers. A twisted smile suddenly appeared on her face, making Tan Jing's eyelids twitch repeatedly.

Once he returned from resurrection, he could even use the profound mystery of the Supreme Altar to connect with the Origin of the Five Primordials, allowing his Dao of Destruction to erode and replace the Qi of the Five Primordials, becoming the root power of the Primeval Void. Thus, he would govern the Primeval Void and ascend above the realm of the Dao.

Nan Chen could naturally sense the King of Nan's mood, and he knew that the King of Nan probably least wanted to see him right now. But there was no help for it; he could not simply accept being so despised.

King Pan, tumbling and rolling through the air, took quite a while to stabilize his posture, re-forming his extra-Daoist abilities to protect himself. Although Dowager Doumu was protected by the Heaven-Reaching Pagoda and remained uninjured, before she could transform into a ray of light and travel again, an invisible and formless mighty force once more blasted her flying.

"Your Highness, this old subject dares to ask, among the daughters of the other families, who has entered the Prince's Mansion?" Shen Qi was so angry that his mustache was twitching, yet he still had to maintain his composure. If this matter were true, he feared the other three families would not let the matter rest easily either.

Witnessing this, the robust, burly ninth-layer Qi-Refining cultivator could not help but widen his eyes in sudden shock, letting out an involuntary exclamation.

Feeling Ye Fei's grief, the sword-light-formed figure of Elder Jianchi also manifested a trace of helplessness and a sigh. A hand composed of sword light gently stroked the top of Ye Fei's head.

Zhang Gan suddenly sensed a terrifying crisis descending, and with a sudden shout, he pulled Li Qingque into his embrace.

Ever since her face was slapped until it swelled up last time, she had not dared to make any expressions for a very long time. Eating, drinking tea, laughing, or crying would cause her such excruciating pain that she felt like dying.

Upon returning home, he beat and kicked his wife, cursing Shu Ting as a hen that couldn't lay eggs.

This snake was not large, weighing only a little over two catties. It was the short-tailed pit viper, very common in the mountains, and a venomous one at that.

True Person Huanglong wore a cold expression. He hailed from the Dragon Clan and originally possessed exceptional innate foundations, but during the Three Clans Conflict, the Dragon Clan—as one of those factions—shattered the Primordial World, incurring the disfavor of the Heavenly Dao and leaving their inherent fortune weak. Now, entering discipleship with his existing cultivation, he was merely at the Golden Immortal realm.

She was plump-figured, with coarse facial features, and her sea-blue hair was heavily coiled up, revealing a slender neck and rough collarbones.

She would probably curl her lip and curse that bizarre creature to no end, then, after its death, vent her frustration by hacking at it a few more times.

Ruan Meijun belonged to the cold and elegant type, while Du Lei was the tough-guy type. These two had the least couple chemistry, precisely because they were too similar. Yet, compared to Lan Zhuoyi, Ruan Meijun appreciated a man of Du Lei's type much more.

Zhang Fugui and the others experienced a shock far greater than that of the netizens behind their screens. Having farmed the land for so many years, they had never witnessed such a miraculous scene.

Yue Luo mercilessly pierced the male guest's sore spot, yet the male guest was unable to retort. He could only glare at her, wishing he could tear Yue Luo into pieces.

A hundred thousand miles away, Li Yunjing sat in a secluded valley, coldly watching three streaks of light vanish into the horizon within Xiqi City, while secretly complaining in his heart about Shen Gongbao's incompetence.

In the dozen or so years since he left, Qian Jiuxiao had married a total of nine wives and fathered more than a dozen children, yet he had not laid eyes on a single one of them.

Had Li Xiang merely expressed goodwill, it might instead have aroused the vigilance of Hermione's family. But by putting forward his own demands, it appeared much more natural—at least it was a conditional exchange, right?

He flew in beast form directly in front of the AllSpark. Suddenly, a powerful surge of energy appeared, shooting straight into Megatron. Then, transformation and evolution began anew.

However, after a long time, Chen Zi'ang began to homesick again, longing for his lovers far away in another spacetime. Yet, with Lü Su, Lü Zhi, and Yushu right before his eyes, parting words were simply impossible to utter.

"I observed carefully; the corpses of those evolved apes were basically all hit in the heart or the head. Is there some specific reason behind this?" Liu Wu pursued with a question.

Jiang Ning was exceptionally puzzled by Gabriel's sudden expression of gravity. Just a moment ago, she had been all smiles; why had she suddenly turned serious?

After the waiter entered the room, a man of about twenty years old walked in, wearing an arrogant expression and dressed in a white chef's uniform.

The next moment, this blood melted into the body of the Golden Queen Ant, and Zhou Hao distinctly felt the consciousness of a living creature emerge deep within his soul.

Dear Mr. Savior grew up in the Muggle world and had never been exposed to any magical study materials; how could he possibly know magic?

Akainu had always styled himself as the World Government's most loyal subordinate. Seeing this, a chilling murderous intent rose from his body, and his two blade-like eyebrows crossed together.

Once the two had agreed, Ye Mengyi directly summoned a huge flying sword. Stepping onto the blade, they traveled through the air by sword-flight, a speed by no means slower than an airplane.

"What about the positions of their artillery?" Han Wantao thought that if the supply train was difficult to attack, they might consider taking out the artillery instead.

Glancing at Sima Ling, who had lowered her head to eat her cat food, the sorcerer put down his porcelain cup, unhooked the bamboo-slip-style terminal from his waist, and unfolded it.

This plan had to be executed in three steps: first strike the grain transport convoy, then ambush the pursuing troops, and finally capture the military fort. After hearing Chen Yuhan's thoughts, Third and Fifth both felt that this method should be workable; as long as the plan was meticulous, it could be accomplished.

Regarding that martial arts system bearing the traces of natural forces at work, Wei Ying ultimately still had no clue how it operated, nor how it was trained and studied.

When the imperial court had grown apprehensive to the extreme even over such peaceful petitions by the literati group, how would it view the "knocking at the palace gate," which had now escalated into a genuine act of siege?

Only a dragon's shadow was visible, uttering low moans as it charged back and forth amidst the flames transformed into a sea of lotuses. Atop the dragon's head, the Heavenly Dao God-Monarch formed hand seals, sitting in a subduing-demon posture. Starlight dotted his surroundings, turning into a perfectly round precious light that firmly shielded his entire body.

Puny Wang Minglu did not know that even if Wang Luji had been substituted, Bai Ruozhu would still have worried; what she loathed most was seeing others get into trouble just to help her.

Over in the room, Bai Ruozhu had already cleaned herself up and hurriedly searched for gauze to bandage the wound. For the sake of realism, she even applied a bit of blood to the gauze, making it look as though it were seeping out from the wound underneath. Then she changed her clothes and took some medicine to make herself genuinely appear deficient in vital energy and blood.

"It's fine. With you around to help, I will definitely feel much better. I do have a question I'd like to ask you: back then, when I wanted to slay the Soul-Eater Ghost, a former master of the Yin Chamber came to find me and gave me a list. Do you know who that was?" I asked.