Volume One, Chapter 23: His Royal Highness, the Imperial Grandson!

Wang Qi’s face had turned ashen, the veins on his forehead bulged, and the murderous aura radiating from him could no longer be concealed.

Seeing this, Li Tianqing sighed inwardly with resignation, then stepped forward once more.

Luo Heng had never actually watched that film; all he knew of the plot came from clips he’d seen while scrolling through short videos online.

Xiang Jian and Zong Zhen were both taken aback; after exchanging a glance, each saw refusal mirrored in the other’s eyes.

Thus, with the Fourth Prince’s ideals as his banner, his ambition to sweep across the land seemed suddenly within reach.

He truly wished Li Xuanyi would get out of the Embroidered Guards, leave Qianzhou, and return to wherever he came from.

It seemed Sister Hong had returned to her hometown for the New Year. Because of what had happened before, she didn’t intend to keep renting this place.

“One day, as my master and I passed by here, we were both awestruck. By then, my third junior brother had already left his mark on this piece of bark.”

“You must leave Foshan tonight and go into hiding for a while. That Guo fellow has bought himself an official post and will be taking up his duties soon.”

Here, Ai Haibara had a fixed seat, yet she felt as though there was no place for her anymore—Kudo still hadn’t spoken a word to her.

In the next instant, the two black-clad assailants let out pained screams as they were sent flying backward, crashing heavily into the ground not far away, while Li Xuanyi managed to catch the collapsing Manager Wang just in time.

Madam Xue had originally wanted Yan Shijin to come over and offer her a perfunctory apology, to comfort her a little.

Stumped by Yuan Wuwei’s question, Yuan Wuwei himself didn’t know how to answer. In truth, he was increasingly inclined to agree with Yuan Wuwei’s concerns—Jiang Feng was probably plotting to seize Xuzhou again.

Yang Ming and Yang Hao returned to the upstairs office and sat down. Yang Ming tapped his fingers lightly on the desk, lost in thought.

The zombie’s head was shredded to pieces by pine needles, of course, but the crystal core was still left for its master.

Wang Wenyu narrowed his eyes slightly, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he shot a glance at Liu Jingyu—a look that said, “I’m willing, what business is it of yours?”

At the emperor’s command, a wave of silvery energy surged from his body, swiftly enveloping the surrounding battleships. In less than a minute, three fleets had formed a magnificent, enormous butterfly, and as the ships floated and shifted, it seemed as if the butterfly was flexing its wings.

Su Rui had never expected Xiang Hui to take such a forceful approach, paying no heed to her willingness and simply having her escorted over.

Jing Jiaren reached out to pick it up—it was surprisingly heavy. After holding it with one hand for less than ten seconds, her arm already ached.

At that moment, Father Jing’s phone rang. After listening for a few moments, his expression turned extremely grim.

To say they weren’t afraid would be a lie; at this moment, most of them had gone from smug satisfaction to ashen-faced terror. Those infamous names the common people had just recited—each and every one was familiar to them.

Ximen Longting turned the hairdryer to its highest setting; the droning noise drowned out Sun’s tender voice.

Yet the aftershocks of the Five-Colored Heavenly Thunder also dealt a heavy blow to the Holy Sect. Four or five elders, unable to withstand the terrifying pressure, bled from all seven orifices and died on the spot.

After the fierce battle, Chen Jin was utterly exhausted. Even so, he never neglected his own safety; anyone with sense knew that the inn where he was staying would soon draw the attention of the government forces.

Previously, when the Deer-Slaying Blade acted up, I was bound with the Immortal-Binding Rope, so there was no worry of accidentally hurting anyone.

Li Kan tried calling out quietly, but the man gave no response. Li Kan and Liu Qing sensed trouble, yet neither dared to approach rashly.