Volume One, Chapter 71: Kind Words Cannot Persuade the Doomed, the Luo Family Flees to the City to Escape Disaster

Its attributes were standard for a fourth-rank demon beast—probably because it was a flying type, its bones were likely hollow like those of birds, resulting in lower constitution but slightly higher agility.

“If you ever run into trouble, just give me a call. I’ll help however I can!” Zhao Tianming said.

Time ticked by, and before they knew it, midnight was near. With a soft ding, the operating room door finally swung open. The doctor inside removed his mask and walked out slowly.

With the spatial artifact in Old Ninth’s possession, coupled with his unfathomable strength, the great empires dared not act rashly. For now, all the empires were searching for the true location of the Free Empire.

Zhang Kuo had sent a general named Chen Kedi, who had once been a slave but possessed remarkable strength. He was an early-stage fifth-rank grandmaster who had repeatedly distinguished himself in Yongzhou and was highly valued by Zhang Kuo.

His eyes narrowed as his hand moved. A flash of white light burst forth; a refined steel longsword was drawn, leaving a trail of silvery moonlight.

Though Meng Chang wasn’t sure what was going on, he had a vague sense that trouble was about to befall Xu Ji.

He changed direction, skirting the city entirely. Since he couldn’t be certain, there was no need to invite trouble. The Buddhist domain had its own guardians now; his aim was to make the Spirit Army a real threat to the Qian Dynasty, thus gaining partial military command, which he could use to demand family techniques and seek out the secret to immortality.

Suddenly, Ji Ziming made his move; his long halberd transformed into a dragon shape and lunged forward—golden true dragon, crimson blood blade—the very vision of the Blood Fiend Dragon at war.

Cavilline, on the other hand, made no particular move. She had already learned from Lin Wei the full course of today’s events. She had little concern for Hudson’s fate, but sitting next to Brent, she felt a strong sense of vigilance.

“It’s not that you were late; I just got here early. The school isn’t far, and my friends and I often come here, so I came a little ahead of time,” Angel said with a sincere smile—a smile that could put anyone at ease.

Qin Dafu didn’t say another word—he just turned and walked out. Third Aunt and Second Aunt, who had been eavesdropping in the hall, were caught off guard as Qin Dafu came out, and the three nearly collided.

A burst of gunfire riddled the terrorist pinned down by Taibai with bullets, and Taibai seized the opportunity to grab the terrorist’s weapon, firing off a full clip.

The first floor housed several banks’ business halls; the three of them entered and went straight for the VIP service room.

This was why Beiming Yu was so grateful to Mister Thousand Faces for saving his life—the powder he had given him could expel clotted blood and thereby eliminate hidden ailments.

Uncle Ba had no idea anything had happened at the Tianfu Group building. Perplexed, he asked, “What? A-Dong, what do you mean?” The line went dead.

His cultivation had already reached the Nascent Soul stage; apart from Xiao Tu, no one present could detect his movements. But Xiao Tu was busy chatting with the Long siblings, Long Yiyi and Long Huan, and paid no attention to Xiao Le’s scheming.

When the two returned home, Old Master Xiao had just come back as well. Lin Li and Lin Jing invited everyone over for dinner, and the family couldn’t refuse the heartfelt invitation.

Her vision began to blur, but she could still see people moving gold and silver treasures in and out. She couldn’t hold on any longer—her body slowly slid to the ground.

The city and wharf militia of Caishi, after being reorganized and dispatched by Beiming Yu, had transformed from a loose troop into a united fighting force.

The main draw had already played out. Ye Feng felt that even if he played haphazardly or hit the wrong notes, he could still cause a sensation.

“Aren’t you a junior high teacher? Why are you hanging around with high school students? Hey, do you guys have joint classes for junior and senior high?” Zhao Guodong asked.

Turning to Badak once more, Wu Tian’s eyes brimmed with admiration for his father—this was his father, the strongest man in the world.

“Don’t mind it. Just think of it as seeing some trash,” Badak said gently, taking Snake Empress’s hand in his.

No doubt Dongfang Ziqing was overthinking things; that silly vow from a year ago—Ye Feng hadn’t even arrived in this world yet.

Now I finally understood why she knelt. She must have thought I’d discovered something and was afraid I’d blame her. In truth, Bilin only told me the outcome; I really knew nothing about the process. Seeing Sisi so afraid, I decided to ask her directly.

In the blurred bronze mirror, a hazy figure appeared. The dim candlelight gave her face a sallow hue, her hollow eyes staring quietly ahead. She sat motionless before the mirror, disheveled hair draped over her listless face, like a lifeless doll.

“Your Majesty need not be so troubled,” the old emperor said, glancing at Noble Consort Jing, but offering no further reply.

But reality is always brutally unforgiving. There were thousands—tens of thousands—of people standing here, but only ten seats. To claim one of those ten spots required tremendous strength; otherwise, it would be nearly impossible to hold your own.

“What’s so heavy? It’s nothing! Hey, this is my buddy, just call him Dull Blade. Oof, help me upstairs—I can’t hold out!” Nightshade finished, and Dull Blade grinned good-naturedly, hoisted Nightshade, and carried him upstairs.