Chapter 40

It was at this very moment that Mo Yan’an’s words from yesterday rushed into his mind, forcing him to restrain himself. It was as if he had been struck back by some invisible force, and he slumped back into the driver’s seat in a state of desolation.

Toshiro Kuroda had previously nearly killed "Black Caesar." Now, cornered and seeking compromise, there was no chance his opponent would show mercy over a mere apology; it was highly likely he would be killed on the spot to vent his adversary’s rage.

"Have you ever doubted me?" All these days, she had only ever seen Yu Moqin’s trust and support, but she wondered if, behind that trust, there had ever been room for suspicion.

Returning from the elevators, Gong Xue noticed the door to President Di’s office was wide open, with Gao Yafei sitting inside conversing with him. The details of their discussion remained unknown to her.

However, the instinct to search had overridden the urge to destroy. Yet, to override was not to erase; thus, Gu Jiu continued to search while simultaneously lashing out with sword intent, wreaking havoc on the secret realm.

Ji Weichuan was caught off guard by her strike. He tilted his head, which had been turned by the force of the blow, and slowly wiped the corner of his mouth with his right hand.

The voice was steady and powerful. Though the words were polite, they carried an undeniable tone of absolute authority, the mark of someone accustomed to issuing commands.

That time in the Western Regions, when he attacked Di Yutian, it was actually a ploy to leave a message for A-Si and the others: there was a hidden master by Di Yutian’s side. He had been terrified then, fearing that the man would truly finish him off, and terrified that he might not make it out alive.

Su Yunsi’s methods were ruthless—she had managed to seize the entire nation of Dongling. What was there that she couldn't or wouldn't do?

Just as he was fretting, a militant wearing a red headscarf emerged to relieve himself, appearing not far from John.

He had already confirmed it back at the Xuan Palace, yet deep down, he still hoped that she was truly her. At the very least, he wanted to know she hadn't died.

After the first round of duels, there was joy and sorrow within the Tianxia Tower; some could not sleep through the night, while others were seen scaling walls in the dead of night.

No, he had never truly understood him from the very beginning. His actions were simply too bizarre! To pass up a perfectly good luxury mansion only to come and stay in this cluster of courtyard houses—it was enough to make one want to curse out loud.

The sword was clearly visible in the moonlight, and she was no stranger to its owner. This person was a guard in the service of Wang Luoyun.

The others were searching for the most direct and unconventional means to subdue Chun Ying in one fell swoop.

"Arriving early only shows more sincerity." The sky outside the window was still dim, but looking at the young man, it seemed he had risen early to wash and dress himself.

"Hehehe..." Amidst a cacophony of chaotic screams and uproar, a crisp, continuous laughter rang out.

Baili Guyan bowed in gratitude. At first, everyone thought the young master Rong had coerced her, but seeing them now, treating each other with the respect of honored guests, they seemed quite the perfect match.

They followed closely, fearful of any slip-up, knowing that if their master were to find out, they would inevitably face punishment.

Rong Jiu—by what virtue did she deserve the millions of people of Fengqing to submit to her and look up to her? By what right could she, as the empress of an enemy state, serve as the mother of the Fengqing realm?

"From now on, I will fulfill the duties of a wife." An Luochu’s face flushed with uncontrollable shyness.

Qing Yuan and Long Can’er possessed profound cultivation; having already absorbed the power from the blood, they sat upright, eyes closed, focusing on digesting it. White steam rose from their heads, a sign of their intense concentration.

The pain persisted, intensifying with every moment. A closer look would reveal that the cold sweat on Ye Feng’s forehead was flowing like a river. He bit down so hard that his teeth creaked, and a trace of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, a testament to the agony he was enduring.

The car stopped by the side of the road. Outside the door lay a slope, overgrown with a sparse, desolate cluster of bamboo.

A-Li watched the pile of black, sticky residue left on the ground with heartache; it was the slime of the Corrupted Flower, and he hadn't collected much of it to begin with. "You wasteful thing, this stuff needs to be used sparingly!" A-Li glared fiercely at Green Leaf, who couldn't be bothered to pay him any mind and turned back to the Heavenly Pool to wash his hands.

His face was fine, but he was currently acting like a madman—how could he say he was fine? Tao Yan felt he had truly lost to Gu Yangchen. Couldn't he have clarified the situation before losing his temper?

"All of you, shut your mouths! I am the Divine Venerable, I am the master of all things in this world! You must treat me with the utmost respect and absolute obedience!" the Divine Venerable roared, golden killing intent surging from his body.

"Xinyao, if you still have feelings for Qiyan in your heart, get out of the car and go inside to talk it out with him properly. Don't let things reach a point of no return," Yuan Jue continued, ignoring Helian Ze.

Qing Yuan had long since risen to prepare breakfast. Everyone felt a sense of solemnity mixed with excitement; they were about to embark on an epoch-making endeavor. If this attack on the Heavenly Realm succeeded, they would be remembered for eternity.

Black Wind Valley? How could an auction house have such a name? Looking at the plaque above, a flash of astonishment appeared on Ling Yun’s face.

Since she felt no attraction, why pay him any mind? This was the typical style of the Peony Fairy, so she turned a deaf ear to the young cultivator’s words.

"Damn it! Too late!" Yan Ge said with frustration, though he made no explosive gestures.

As we enjoyed our delicious lunch, the butler brought over a stack of newspapers and placed them on the low table in front of the living room sofa.

At such close range, she still couldn't make out the face of the dark shadow; she only felt as if a pair of eyes had appeared before her, and then, her vision blurred and she fainted.

The nine giant tentacles, like pillars supporting the sky, churned with terrifying energy fluctuations, whipping the black lake beneath the Great Abyss into a massive vortex. Towering waves surged toward the heavens, and the entire abyss was enveloped in a torrential downpour.

Looking at the attire and the aura of Zhao Yi and his party, it was clear that they were wealthy individuals who lacked for nothing.

Two dull, evil thuds rang out cleanly and decisively, followed immediately by two sprays of blood. Everyone was stunned; they had barely seen what happened before the two guards, who had rushed forward claiming to be invincible heroes, were finished off just like that.

Was there a difference? Leng Ran silently pondered the first half of her sentence, feeling even more puzzled. For a moment, he stood rooted to the spot, not knowing what to say.

The few yellow talismans that had fallen to the ground suddenly ignited, transforming into streams of yellow energy that burrowed into the earth. The ground beneath Long Xingyu’s feet began to tremble.