Chapter 91: The Jinling Auction House

Chen Yang gave a faint smile. “I have long heard that Sir Kong is an open and straightforward man. Now that I see you in person, I find that your reputation exceeds the reality. I never expected the illustrious Sir Kong to be so fond of roundabout speech, with not an ounce of candor!”

Even though Chen Yang was openly mocking him, Sir Kong showed no anger. With a light laugh, he said, “Mr. Chen, I’m sure you know what line of work I’m in. If you were...”

I believe anyone who watched the 2008 Olympics would share the same feeling as I do. It was indeed an unforgettable memory.

A drop of cold sweat fell. Sasuke cried out, “I’m sorry,” and immediately fled at a speed too fast to follow.

Time flew. Before long, it was the night of the ninth day. Tomorrow they would formally set out on a new journey. A screen crowded with the undead, an unknown team, everything, every single thing—another brutal battle was about to begin. This time... would they still be able to return alive?

He also felt some self-reproach. After all, it had been him who brought the man here. Now that all of his members had been slain, he naturally felt he had let him down.

She froze for a moment, then understood. The wooden box that had resisted every attempt to open it had, on this storm-lashed and miserable night, quietly opened itself.

When I reached the bottom of the stairs, I saw that her expression was rather gloomy. Knowing her as I did, I could tell she had been deeply unsettled.

A deafening explosion shook the entire district. Purple flames swallowed everything within dozens of kilometers, and then... only devastation remained.

This technique, even within the Uchiha clan renowned for fire arts, was among the very best. It could unleash several fire dragons according to the user's spiritual energy, and each one possessed the force of a standard high-grade technique. With Madara’s current strength, he could manage at most three. Even so, that amounted to three times the power of an ordinary high-grade technique.

“You think I’ll stop just because you tell me to?”

Ghost Honor had paid dearly today. There was no way he would let his men halt merely because of Chen Haibo’s words.

“In a nation like the True Human Empire, such abundant vitality must be built upon relentless expansion. The moment expansion stops, all manner of internal contradictions will erupt at once, and the empire will irreversibly descend toward ruin.”

Of course, to practice these skills, one must possess immense perseverance and will, as well as a talent commensurate with them.

In the artifact-refining chamber, Ying Chengfeng muttered to himself. Before him stood a massive bronze furnace, its surface faintly glowing red under the blaze below.

That was a ship comparable to the Knight Throne vessel. And look at those expressionless attendants of the Pontiff’s personal guard. So everyone chose temporary blindness, pretending not to see the old man’s violation of the rules.

Tang Shuyi was chatting with the Dowager Empress when Qin Sheng walked behind her and looked at her without expression.

Perhaps in many people's eyes, Xiao Ran was gathering his emotions, or perhaps thinking about what he should say, or perhaps for one reason or another. But no one could guess the true reason he stood there so motionless.

Although Xiao Ran understood the advantages of Maru's skill, he himself did not have a battleship worth tens of millions, so what he thought of would naturally differ from what those commanders at the legion level had in mind.

It would be best to have Xu Mengna drive him away. Otherwise, Ye Ruo truly did not know how he should tell Wu Nuanyu that he was leaving.

As for Knight Bella, she finally stopped avoiding his gaze. She raised her head bravely, the eyes hidden beneath her fringe meeting mine. Her cheeks gradually flushed, but she could not hold it for even a second before lowering her head again in fluster.

Wang Ju said again that if there had been no defeat in the campaign against Xia, then His Majesty most likely would not have sent you here.

Of course I am different. I made a bargain with the devil, I slaughtered a maiden in the darkness of night, and now I am building my final thought within a dream. The last thought before death, like a dream of ten thousand years that passes in an instant.