Chapter 58

Though still somewhat panicked, the Prime Minister was, after all, an old fox and understood these matters all too well.

Fortunately, he had made the acquaintance of a person of high standing, who arranged a simple position for him within the Red Fog Alliance.

Whenever these blockages of poison were encountered, they were instantly submerged and obliterated into absolute nothingness.

The millennium-old demon lord of the Blood Sect had endured for hundreds of years, painstakingly cultivating his power until he reached the terrifying realm of the Core Formation stage. The Avatar he conjured was a blood-colored fiend whose head touched the firmament and whose feet trod upon the earth, its momentum and might far surpassing even the native blood demons of the Demon Realm.

Yue Yuhong had placed a considerable amount of bamboo in her estate, a fact that eventually came to the knowledge of Luo Yiyi, who even went out of her way to lodge a complaint with the Empress Dowager.

If this were truly the case, Mu Chenxue had to stop him. Moreover, she had to stop him before he could carry out these deeds.

On the very night of his breakthrough, Wang Shuo deliberately remained awake, wishing to clearly understand where the cultivation he had worked so hard to achieve had gone. Sure enough, that night his spiritual roots contracted, and all the spiritual qi flowed along his meridians straight into his bones.

"Woof woof!" Honey, who had been resting quietly in Liang Yiwei's arms, suddenly let out a whimper.

This avatar technique involved splitting the divine soul into two independent entities, though they remained mutually linked.

Xia Sheng smiled and said, "It doesn't matter if you have no impression now; you will have a deep impression later." With those words, he grabbed the collar of his garment with one hand, raised the other, and delivered a fierce blow.

Even if she were alive, people on the outside would never let me go; after all, she had committed too many atrocities, which was why she was so deeply attached to Li Biao.

"Zhang Baibaishi—never mind, Yuan Shu would probably want to kill you just at the sight of you. Blondie, you had better go instead and summon the seven route feudal lords." Chu Feng stroked the smooth feathers of the carrier pigeon without raising his head.

Zhao Yumeng's background issues needed to be resolved slowly; she had only just gained a firm footing in the Yuan family for a month and had not yet fully adapted to her new environment.

Furthermore, as a competitive instance, completely annihilating the reincarnators of the enemy faction might very well be one of the hidden quests.

Eh? This was a provocation, wasn't it? A blatant provocation, Lin Ping thought. Counting past and present, it had been fifty years, and this was the first time anyone had spoken to him in such a manner.

His appearance here was in itself a resounding slap to the face, not to mention that he was wearing the attire of a direct disciple.

Xiao Xi felt helpless as she pinched the corner of her skirt and sat down. Her body was tense, and even her face was stiff, as if the mere thought of Jiang Xuan being right beside her made her breathing abnormal.

Chen Qingyuan picked up his teacup, took a sip of the wine, and let out the standard, pitiful gaze of a crafty merchant in his eyes.

Mumu had long since prepared the costume—a luxurious and magnificent European-style gown. The overall color scheme adopted noble and aloof shades of blue and gold, adorned with numerous vintage and bold ruffles along the shoulders and the hem of the skirt. The cuffs flared like trumpets, embroidered with exquisite diamonds. Accompanying it was a distinguished and heavy crown, along with a crystal ball used for decoration.

"Two hundred years ago I might have feared you, but two hundred years later do you think I am afraid of you?" Although the words spoken were still soft and pleasant to the ear, her expression was entirely malicious.

"Mr. Bishop," Miyanami Hiroshi stammered, "to our knowledge, the people of the Ming Dynasty are not bellicose and are poor at using weapons. Two hundred of us could sack a city of thirty thousand, and fifty of us could chase a thousand-strong Ming army into flight."

The seeds that had been sown finally ushered in their harvest. A few days prior, Zhang Zixin received a report from Tianying: Jiang Ziya, the sworn brother of Song Yiren whom he had been separated from for forty years, had descended from Mount Kunlun after studying the Dao and had specifically come to pledge his allegiance.

In truth, what he dreaded was the Destructive Divine Light. The middle-aged man knew very well that the cultivation behind the Destructive Divine Light was terrifying and unfathomable. The Death Space was only so large, and he absolutely must not offend anyone here, lest he invite fatal disaster upon himself—something he certainly wished to avoid.

With a mile and a half still remaining before the city gates, Red Lady had already caught up until her horse's head was neck-and-neck with the tail. Ma Lian'er's four bodyguards were martial arts experts selected from the Eastern Depot, but being skilled in martial arts did not necessarily mean one was a good rider. Their horsemanship compared to these two tigresses was inferior by a hundred thousand miles.

It is easy to shake a mountain, but difficult to shake the grand momentum of the times. The difficulty lies in the fact that this "momentum" does not shift according to human will, is capable of changing at any moment, and possesses countless unpredictable and elusive possibilities.

By this time, the common folk by the river, urged on by the shouts of the Eastern Depot spies, had realized what was happening. Supporting the old and leading the young, crying for fathers and mothers, they wailed and shouted all the way as they rushed down the embankment, fleeing toward the town as if running for their lives.

Upon entering the Zhao residence, Li You was escorted into the hall. At that moment, the Second Master Zhao was busy with who-knows-what and sent word asking Li You to wait briefly, while the resident guests and private tutors of the estate stepped out first to keep the magistrate company in idle conversation.

The Imperial Guards soldiers, who had already witnessed the massive destructive power of the "Beehive" and the "Flamingo," seemed devoid of any sensation regarding life and death. If the defenders inside the city wanted to come and kill them, let them come; death was death either way.

He immediately reversed his hand to draw another arrow, nocked it to the string, and kept his gaze fixed on the target location. Holding his breath and concentrating, he remained utterly motionless. Viewed from afar, he looked like an iron statue cast upon a rock, speckled with colorful rust, yet standing firm and unmoving through wind and rain.

Incredibly, they actually passed right through Wu Huang's body and came toward me howling like ghosts. Before I could even speak, those three underworld soldiers manifested their forms right before my eyes. Each wore silver armor, yet their limbs and faces were invisible.

That moonlight, already thick to an unnatural degree, was cast down once more, as dense as milk and so blindingly bright that the werewolf could barely keep his eyes open.

It was merely a semi-circle plus a horizontal line; it seemed the cat-faced person's artistic style was simply at that level. As an outsider, all I could say was that I surrendered to it.

Yet this was an unchangeable fact; she had no idea what she needed to do in order to make the Jiang family accept her.

The Emperor was gravely ill and might ascend to the dragon chariot to visit the immortals at any moment. Those serving the Emperor in the palace at such a time would be the first to know of the imperial edict and would find it most convenient to propel themselves onto the imperial throne.