Volume 1, Chapter 46: The Duke of the State's Manor Betrothal Gifts

"So many assassins appeared in the estate yesterday, yet not a single guard noticed. If Father hadn't authorized it, I simply wouldn't believe it," Song Shuyan said with a serious expression.

Looking at Song Mingzhu trembling in his arms and the dark, inscrutable look in Song Shuyan's eyes, Song Shuche spoke with an ambiguous tone.

From the moment they began pursuing Qin Feng to the moment they struck, less than half a minute had passed. Yet within that very half-minute, Qin Feng had managed to set up a level-six grandmaster defensive array?

"Just some ordinary beast, I easily scared it off..." Liuli answered without a moment's hesitation, speaking completely off the top of her head.

White Feather Crane possessed formidable swordsmanship and immense pride. Had he truly been bested by an opponent, he would rather have died than endure such humiliation.

Escorted by a squad of soldiers, the two carriages departed from the pier and proceeded along the newly cleared road.

Under normal circumstances, Old Daoist Song and I would have rushed forward immediately, but today we could not. Our priority right now was to slip away from Bright Moon Manor amidst the chaos.

Xiao Bing threw a punch, and the blow actually caused visible ripples to distort the air, spreading continuously outward. Mo Long, who lay over twenty meters away at the closest distance, could even feel the ripples gently graze across his face.

Nearby, Morino Ibiki, who had just used the "Maneki-neko" to dispatch the lightning snake, suddenly felt a bone-chilling cold. As he looked over, his expression changed drastically.

The wildly spreading, lush green path of the Ursula Ancient Tree seemed to have touched upon its most feared taboo, and the corridor closest to the room began to burn.

As the water wall collided with the sand, endless waves of sand crashed in succession, battering against the water barrier time and again until the Water Formation Wall began to tremble and shatter.

Thoughts were just thoughts, though; who could compete with someone who had endless resources? Even if it were just junk, buying it back to study wouldn't be a bad idea.

Knowing Lin Beicheng's temperament, she knew he wouldn't do anything too out of line, but as for Lin Yuxi sitting at the stairwell shouting at the top of her lungs, it was hard to say.

"Shadow Gate? Is there such a sect in the martial world?" Hai Ningxue asked, instinctively frowning as she seemed completely unaware of the recently resurfaced Shadow Gate.

In an interview with the English media, he boasted that the England national team's roster was superior to their opponents, expressing immense confidence in the team's combat strength. He stated that Istic should bravely prove on the pitch that England's future was far brighter than that of their rivals.

Of course, Lin Yuxi would never mention this matter to him; this was a secret shared only between Lin Yuxi and Huang Zitao.

Thinking of this, Qi Xi gently curved the corners of her lips. She had survived even the most difficult situations in the past; what did this tiny bit of suffering amount to now?

A knock sounded at the door. Before Clarence could speak, his assistant, Joe, pushed the door open and barged in.

In the match against Leyton Orient the next day, Onuoha made an appearance playing as a right back. Facing a strong flank breakthrough by an opposing player, he started his pursuit a fraction late yet caught up to the opponent in just a few strides, then slid-tackled both the player and the ball out across the sideline.

Jiang Yun did not feel he had gone too far. Possessing strength that was nearly invincible beneath the realm of legends, he already possessed ample capital to be arrogant.

Based on her understanding, the Emperor would never willingly resign himself to remaining under the control of the Hai family; even in his current defeat, this state of affairs could not last forever. If there ever came a day of resurgence, the Hai family would face total annihilation. By then, she, the Empress Dowager, would likely be powerless to help.

Though most of her energy was consumed by her husband's presidential campaign, Nina, as a mother, still returned to be by her three children's sides when the school term began.

He Miaomiao guessed it might be related to the formation diagrams she had recorded, but how to specifically arrange them, how to activate them, and in what manner to slay the demons—about all of this, she was still completely clueless at the moment.