Volume 1, Chapter 41: When He Gets Angry, He Even Curses Himself

"Your Majesty! Why are you here?" Yun Jinhua felt her head spinning. Did he not like his magnificent imperial palace? What kind of emperor sneaks out of the palace in the middle of the night? The capital was not safe; if he were to encounter assassins or killers, and the Emperor went missing by the next morning's court session, the officials wouldn't even know where to look.

"Let's go inside to talk." Xiao Jin'an pushed open the window and jumped in with practiced ease.

Yun Jinhua was speechless. Their Emperor had the makings of a master burglar!

"Your Majesty, you came in the middle of the night..."

*Clang, clang.* The drum tower signaled the second watch.

"It can't be called the middle of the night," Xiao Jin'an corrected her with a straight face.

"Why are you here?" Yun Jinhua couldn't be bothered to argue with him.

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A piercing pain swept through his entire body. Guan Jiu held the ear he had just torn off, fresh blood slowly dripping from it.

Han Dong had known this ever since he obtained the planetary-level secret technique at Ruin No. 9, which was why he had waited until now.

If not for the commotion Zhou Tunan had caused this time, how could he have attracted such intense attention from people like Wald and Cha Tianwei?

The "Three-Furred Demon Cat," utilizing the force of its collision with the Blood Shadow Battle Spear, executed a mid-air turn and lunged at Han Dong again without even touching the ground.

This residence was in a classic Chinese style—simple, elegant, and quite aged; it was likely the ancestral home passed down by the Lin family.

The old bald man, who had been laughing loudly, suddenly stopped as if someone had grabbed his throat. The second half of his laugh never came out; he let out a choking sound, spat out a mouthful of blood, and staggered back several steps, nearly collapsing to the ground.

The Chu army stood in strict formation outside the city. Aside from setting up stoves to cook, they showed no intention of attacking, though the artillery fire continued incessantly, almost without pause.

Having reached this point, I had nothing left to hide, so I recounted the events roughly. However, my body grew colder and colder, trembling uncontrollably, making my explanation fragmented and intermittent.

Huang Feihong's methods were simple, yet the heavily brainwashed members of the White Lotus Sect fell for them entirely.

Gu Ansheng picked her up before Qiao Jinyue could finish speaking. Qiao Jinyue gazed at him with burning eyes; for a moment, time seemed to stand still. This simple care and protection felt like the most unforgettable, deeply etched memory of her entire life.

After all, even if he were truly capable of rivaling Wan Shihou, in terms of seniority and age, he could not possibly jump ahead of him.

Reminded by Qin Lang, Qi Xiaoxiao checked the boy's breathing, and sure enough, he was breathing. She listened to his heart; it was beating strongly. Ghosts would not show such symptoms.

With that, Song Xia and Song Zi rushed over, their eyes filled with longing as they stared at the cloth bundle in Songdao's arms.

A muffled sound emanated from the body of the Ancestor Demon Spirit. With a flash of black light, the sword tore through the void, descending with overwhelming power. It was not aimed at Chen Ting or Chu Ling'er, but rather at a black-gold coffin floating in the void.

"Talk however you want. Can you beat me into submission? You gave me life, and if you weren't my father, I would have pinned you to the ground and beaten you by now!" I gritted my teeth and said fiercely.

When a bolt of purple-gold mysterious lightning struck, the Star-Shifting Formation there flickered, transferring the force, but the entire array disintegrated into nothingness.

Upon hearing the news that Lin Tiancheng had perished at sea, Su Kunnan felt a ripple of emotion. But it was only a ripple. With his current strength, never mind contending with Lin Tiancheng's powerful team, he couldn't even handle a casual move from someone like Yang Ye or Dongfang Changhong.

As he pondered, a demon appeared before him—a mid-level magic spirit. It brandished two sharp blades emitting a chilling glow and let out a roar at Mo Fan in the tree.

He did not know how easily Xiong Ye and Yao Ling had arrived in Jingnan, so his suspicion was not surprising.

Of course, if anyone else had consumed so many spiritual medicines, they would not only fail to benefit but would likely have their meridians shattered, causing them to explode and die.

Mo Xifang was so moved upon hearing this that she didn't know what to say; she could only nod continuously, unable to utter a single word.

Listening closely, there was a chaotic rush of footsteps and a cacophony of voices. The number of people arriving this time was even greater than before, swarming in from every corridor and direction.

However, the state of his sea of consciousness shocked Ye Chen: the entire area around the Spirit Infant had turned black. This was a sign of a merging consciousness.

Zeng Tu swept his spear across, imbuing it with full spiritual energy. With a howling wind, he struck the spirit beasts, knocking a whole circle of them over. Seeing Zeng Tu's bravery, the others didn't want to be outdone and jumped down, using their own unique skills to fight the enemy.

"No preparation needed. Where are the people?" Kui Guang, who had warned himself to stay calm, couldn't help it. As usual, no one paid him any mind. He was left blushing with embarrassment, yet he had no one to vent his frustration on.

As he spoke, the world suddenly grew dim, and countless storage items flew out. This was a breath-tracking formation; it sought out the owners of each piece of equipment. Li Tianle didn't keep a single one, handing them all over.

"Xiao Jian" turned his right hand, and his space ring flashed, releasing thousands of long swords that arranged themselves neatly in the air.

*Thump.* Li Tianle was startled and retreated repeatedly, staring at Jiang Zhenxian in disbelief. Realizing his lack of composure, he giggled foolishly and coughed twice.

Yet, this tradition had managed to survive from the hands of such a powerful figure; if word got out, it would surely shake the entire world.

With a thought, his Black Dragon Martial Soul hovered above his head, and an inexplicable domain expanded from Ji Haotian as the center.

Of course, Naruto hadn't bought her to toy with her, but intended to give her some money so she could leave. With this in mind, he paid little attention to the items auctioned afterward.

Ruan Chen could also see that this twenty-year-old treasure appraiser was an eighth-level esper. He was not from the Forty-Ninth Heaven.

Sitting in the waiting lounge, Hua Zhennan picked up a newspaper. When he saw a certain piece of news, he suddenly sighed.

But he should have long since left that newly formed, massive blood cloud far behind. Yet, he hadn't managed to shake it off in the slightest, as if he had been walking in place all along.

Touching the threshold of a higher realm, he displayed peerless power, shrouding the land of darkness. The immortal light and killing intent affected a space spanning hundreds of leagues.