41 Barbarians

Yet, he could not help but recall the hysteria Shangguan Yunduo displayed upon learning the truth, fueled by the passing of Shangguan Yunxin.

Xiao Zhirou could not fathom where Lin Shan found such confidence, for although Fang Hao’s previous duel had been full of twists and turns, there had at least been a glimmer of opportunity.

The vast divine consciousness acted like a brush of light, effortlessly sweeping the curse from the crown until it was completely clean.

However, it was precisely this long hemline that gave Fan Di an opening; after she stepped on it, Li Ruotong’s delicate frame stumbled, and she tipped forward.

Sure enough, no matter how Lu Bu, Guo Si, or Li Jue cursed outside the city, Han Sui refused to emerge for battle, and anyone who approached the walls was met with a hail of arrows.

"Excellent! Minister Ning and his son are indeed the pillars of talent I value. With this, I trust that when the harvest comes next year, I shall surely hear news of a bountiful season..." The Emperor cast a faint smile toward Ning Zhenhai, though the sharpness in his eyes brooked no room for refusal.

At this point, Wei Liang also realized that unless a reasonable explanation could be provided, Chen Shu would never discuss early repayment, let alone the terms of such a settlement. This refusal to engage was the most inscrutable tactic, leaving one with no leverage or way to proceed.

The opponent was formidable; they had intended to capture Chu Yu but were driven off later. Yet, as for their identity or their reasons for targeting Chu Yu, he remained unclear.

He had long since grown indifferent to his own life and death. Having grown up in such an environment, he was destined to face such carnage, yet he had never intended for Mu Qing to share in that fate.

After being cleansed and tempered, Wang Miaomiao’s complexion became fairer and smoother, her skin radiating a tender, lustrous glow, much like that of a newborn infant.

If not for the urgent matters at hand, and her ability to distinguish priorities, Qin Yining would have long since ceased to pay any mind to someone as overbearing and inexplicably self-confident as Adachi Kazuha.

"Let's go." Mo Xie did not refuse, savoring the firm sensation against his arm as he led Li Ying out of the hotel.

Yang Dong noticed the change in Kong Que’s expression and tilted his head, studying her with a look of deep contemplation.

Wei Yi did not speak this time; instead, he struck back with his sword. He swung the crimson blade, yet not even a trace of blood-colored sword energy was released.

"Imperial Father, that aura vanished right here. I am certain she must be beneath this Demon-Subduing Cliff!" Chu Yuancheng sensed the area once more before speaking with absolute conviction.

"Passion and sincerity." This was Wei Yi’s assessment of the Blood Spirit Sword Master. Only those with such extreme passion and sincerity could wield a blade with such an ultimate nature; it is true that the sword reflects the person.

Only in this way could they leave the great formation before time ran out, and it would not be in vain for Lian Hongchen to exhaust all his vital essence.

He was an only child, pampered and spoiled, and having lived for so many years, everything had always gone smoothly for him.

Seeing this, Yang Dong was overjoyed. It appeared that his Fiery Golden Eyes and the Purgatory Flame shared similar principles, and it was truly possible to refine the dagger in his hand.

The man looked to be in his early thirties, about one meter eighty tall. He was gaunt with a withered face, looking like someone drained by excess and lacking proper nourishment. With a hawk-like nose and piercing eyes, he wore a cold expression, appearing extremely vicious and cunning.

"Do they really think that because they fled back to the Japanese mainland, this matter is over?" Lin Yi’s expression was calm, but his eyes betrayed an unconcealable murderous intent.

No sooner had the words left her lips than a sharp "snap" echoed—the water bowl balanced on Ziyuan’s head fell and shattered into pieces.

Fearing that Zhao Yueyi might catch a cold waiting for him to finish bathing, Lin Yi did not take the bus today but instead hailed a taxi, heading straight for the Lotus Pond Spa—truly, what a thoughtful man.

After all, the Four Great Young Masters were the prominent rising stars of the Capital Star; their fame had been accumulated over many years, and any one of them appearing alone could stir up a storm, let alone all together.

Surrounding a carriage were over twenty strapping young men on tall horses, each wearing a solemn expression and radiating an aura of slaughter.

Su Qingwan had not expected the imperial palace to contain such a hidden world. Only after walking until she was utterly exhausted did she finally reach the end of the shaded path.

"I hear President Li is looking for me?" Amidst the momentary silence, a clear and resonant voice drifted through the quiet air, smooth as silk and as melodious as the plucking of zithers.

The two had been chatting and laughing when they left, but they returned in total silence. Watching their expressions, Xiao Lingxiao could not tell what had happened.

Though she failed every time, Ziyuan remained undeterred. After being rebuffed by Mo Sixiu’s icy face once again, she blinked pitifully and lowered her head to shovel rice, looking utterly dejected.

Xiong Yaoshi, outside the wall, was taken aback: What are they trying to do? Why the sudden one-hundred-eighty-degree turn in their attitude?

"Heh, someone has already gone to probe the enemy’s bottom line for me, so what else can I do? Naturally, I shall devour them," Blanc said with a wicked, charming smile.

Nannan was, after all, the manifestation of the Ruthless Empress’s Dao Fruit. When Li Ge was taken away by the Ruthless Empress’s magic, Nannan felt a vague, instinctive connection.

However, Li Ge discovered something extra in his hand—it appeared to be a jade talisman, likely meant for contacting the Ruthless Empress.

Rui Kang cast a cold glance at him, then braced his arms against the table, his head hanging in painful resignation as he shook it slowly back and forth; his migraines were acting up again. He gritted his teeth, but finally, unable to hold on any longer, he collapsed back into his chair.

He straightened his white shirt, fished a pair of sunglasses from his pocket, and put them on, exuding an indescribable aura from head to toe.

"Senior Brother Li, wait." Bai Hua paused, reaching out to condense a flicker of flame in her palm. She prayed silently that the flame would not fail her.

The first thing Yamamoto Gonbei had to do was not to retake Tokyo, for that would be utterly meaningless.

Qingyu Network had existed for less than two years; the fire had been lit, but how long would it burn? One still had to wait and see. After all, it was merely the culmination of a few products.

When they saw the carnage-strewn beach, they were nearly frightened out of their wits. This was the first time they had witnessed Chai Lang’s terrifying combat prowess and such a horrifying, hellish scene of Shura.

As for that fool who had actually attempted to hold a Domain-level expert hostage, everyone had already forgotten him.

Nara Rujiu’s expression shifted, and he shouted to his companions, but he was seized by a Mist Ninja, who held him by the waist, rendering him unable to move.

He was the one who had allowed Ye Zhiqi to be reborn as a demon; the former leader of the Heavenly Demon Tribe, and Ye Zhiqi’s father.