Volume 1, Chapter 21: Quite the Array of Unwanted Admirers!

After the meeting concluded, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Lancelot and Galahad galloped off under the cover of night toward the fortress. Arthur, meanwhile, would lead the rest of the party out at first light the following morning.

My father suddenly opened up, complaining, "To think that the current head of our state is a tsundere girl around the same age as Totori! When I saw her in photos, I assumed she was a mature, commanding woman! This is incredibly disappointing!" He grumbled with indignation.

All these chaotic spiritual energies converged upon Zhang Yi, subjecting him to a hundred times the agony experienced by any practitioner in the Immortal Realm.

Surprised, Kailin looked up and saw a handsome man, tightly encased in a red protective membrane, hurtling straight toward her.

Having finished speaking, Andrew crossed his legs and sipped his tea with leisurely composure, looking smug and confident of his impending victory. His demeanor left Tian Yuan, Annie, and Peter feeling deeply depressed and disgusted.

In truth, this method had no practical effect. It was done merely to put one's mind at ease.

"Could this... be the legendary Sharingan?" Suddenly, the Great Elder forgot that he was currently trapped, pulling this baseless legend from the depths of his mind.

"It's no use!" the man with the handgun fired twice, gesturing toward the outside of the glass wall.

"All targets hit with A-rank precision, and it only took 40 seconds! This is impossible!" a middle-aged man in a suit exclaimed, staring at Xiao Ming's results.

"Sister Liu, please, just take it. Look at us, standing here at the door pushing this back and forth—it looks terrible if anyone sees us!" Xu Bin had no choice but to use his trump card.

After hearing this, I finally felt a sense of relief; if we had to keep walking around, I would have died of boredom.

Sun Jian, the Marquis of Wu, had not yet appeared. Chen Ren bowed to the gathering in return and walked straight to his designated seat. He knew that someone had already reported his arrival the moment he entered the manor, and it would not be long before Sun Jian showed up.

Chen Hao fanned himself with a folding fan, completely oblivious to Gu Wan's silent criticisms. Moreover, the way he held the fan was truly no less elegant than any young nobleman from the television shows.

Tu Tianjiao was taken aback, momentarily unsure of what to ask next. Chu Di ignored him, staring at Du Min, who was struggling to mirror her lip movements, and tried hard to suppress a laugh.

Just as the Master of Words sensed a glimmer of impatience in his opponent's eyes, his figure vanished from where he stood. When the young general steadied his gaze, he saw the Master right before him, the spear in his hand seemingly multiplying into thousands, surging forward like a tidal wave.

As Tian Yan walked past the two old women, their tightly shut eyes suddenly snapped open. Although it was only for a fleeting moment, Tian Yan still felt that icy, murderous intent.

At this moment, his gaze swept across the room and landed on a counter not far away, where a bottle of air freshener sat.

The Master of Words felt his brow twitch. As his eyes met Hu Qin's sorrowful gaze, he held it only for a second before immediately looking away.

However, these words sounded no different from a roar in the Master's ears. A flicker of complexity crossed his eyes, yet he remained silent.

"I won't do it," Yan Shijun shook his head stubbornly. "Executing prisoners of war is a violation of the Geneva Convention," he said, demonstrating his refined upbringing.

Lilu placed both hands on the Disc of Light, and the three division commanders desperately poured their battle aura into the damaged divine artifact.

"Is there anything else? Based on my understanding of the Great Elder, he shouldn't have finished his sentence yet," the hunter added.

"World-Honored One, your words and actions do not seem compassionate, nor do they appear to offer salvation or equal treatment to all living beings. I wonder why that is?" the Crown Prince asked, sounding as if he were reprimanding him.

Feng Jiaojie extended a jade hand and shook hands gently with Liu Tian. Then Feng Chen, who had never spoken before, offered a simple "Let's look out for one another" before shaking Liu Tian's hand as well.

"What's wrong, brother? Is something amiss?" Seeing his brother's reaction, Li Yonghe stopped immediately and mimicked his movements. Yet, whether through sight or sound, he sensed nothing out of the ordinary and couldn't help but ask.

"Oh, you two just keep asking questions! Call your assassin up here and see for yourself!" Old Gong said impatiently.

Hearing this, Xiaoqing finally understood. She had been stunned by the psychic crystal and had completely failed to realize that the mecha and the weapons Duan Qiu used were just as extraordinary.

Chu Yinfeng was struck by a powerful force and instantly suffered internal injuries. As he spat out blood and was sent flying, he surely would have hit the ground hard and sustained even worse injuries had Chu Tianyu not stepped in to catch him.

Liu Tian smiled; he held a fair amount of affection for Xiao Ming, after all, as Xiao Ming had previously helped him detoxify without asking for anything in return.

"How incredibly bold!" Old Master Wang roared in fury, his voice sharp enough to make one's eardrums ache. That someone would dare plant such a sinister curse on a descendant of the Wang family—he could almost guess the intentions of the mastermind behind it.

As luck would have it, Hai Ning ran into Prime Minister Turtle at the entrance and they exchanged greetings. When Long Teng, sitting in the great hall, saw Prime Minister Turtle walk in, his brow furrowed, and his eyes filled with displeasure.

If anything were to happen to them, they would have to carefully weigh the consequences of facing Shi Jia's thunderous wrath. Thus, what Sima Ying said—that Shi Jia was their most solid shield—was not false in the slightest.