Volume One, Chapter 40: The Crown Prince's Heir!

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Watching the members of the New First Regiment pass before him, the bespectacled translator leaned in close to Chida Chiyu and asked in a low voice. He immediately repeated his call, for they had once annihilated an enemy nation called the Sun Kingdom; to address someone as "Princess Sun" was inappropriate and might invite misfortune. Whether it was the Dragon family disciples or the people of the Immortal Gate and Tang family, all were dumbfounded, as if they had seen a ghost. For the next few hundred meters ahead, the low trees grew increasingly sparse—any further, and the risk of exposure would be great. Dong Zhuo's hair and beard bristled like an explosion, his crooked teeth bared, eyes bulging as if they would split, and his massive body was torn and bloodied. Qin Tian walked along the main avenue of the Shang Kingdom's royal city, named Vermilion Bird Street. It ran north-south along the central axis of the capital. Though the Shang Kingdom had no magical prohibition against flying, its laws barred cultivators from taking flight, lest someone fly into the palace to assassinate the king or disrupt his travels. At this moment, Su Bai was like a famished wolf, and spiritual energy was the tender lamb he devoured greedily. "What happened? You... what kind of sorcery did you use?" The few guards spared on the steps stared at Zhao Muqiu and his companions in terror, trembling as they questioned them. Well... that makes sense. The true blood of the dragon race no longer exists, the nine descendants are almost all gone, with no direct heirs; the dragon clan is no longer the dominant spirit race of this world. Those cultivators bearing mixed dragon blood and horns have naturally merged with the demon race. "Very well, Lord Meng, I will remember your words today. I hope you do not regret them in the future!" the Ghost Emperor said coldly. In fact, this was the result of Yan suppressing his own aura; as a Saint, the laws endowed him with a presence that could not be ignored. Page (1/3)

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"What do you mean? Get out of the way. We’ll talk after the speech is over. I’m not afraid to fight you! Anyone else with questions, I’ll answer if I can, and if I can’t, don’t expect a reply!" Zhou Shi adopted a stance as fearless as a dead pig before boiling water. Su Bingxue was secretly pondering, her beautiful eyes unconsciously drifting toward the scene ahead. Slowly, as Li Yirou turned to look before her, her heart could scarcely believe it, for the person standing before her was none other than Yang Qin. "Quickly, carry Professor Feng inside, I need to treat him carefully," Liu Siyu ordered as soon as she entered the courtyard, urging them to bring Feng Yi into the house. Hold off for now—the disciplinary group’s investigations are strict lately, too many operatives sent out have died unexpectedly; let him enjoy his freedom for a while. Ten minutes later, the swelling at the injury began to subside, and the reddened skin gradually returned to its original appearance. Luo Xia had no intention of pursuing them; after the three escaped, he swiftly departed as well, running several miles ahead. After repeatedly confirming that no one was following him, he took out his phone and called Fang Mengyao. In the audience, Headshot and Man Yan lounged bored against the backs of the chairs, unlike the other enthusiastic demons who watched the match—they looked lifeless, as if killing time rather than enjoying the spectacle. This sect, which hovered between heresy and state religion, was a formidable force; if mishandled, it could threaten his rule. After enduring the Divine Tribulation three times, each time left his soul weakened and needing time to recover; unlike damage to the body, which could be healed by assimilating flesh and blood. From the moment Elder Yan stepped out of the Hall of Nurtured Heart, his expression became like the legendary Black-Faced Judge, darker than the bottom of a pot. Page (2/3)

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Ji Shaosi suddenly froze, his jet-black eyes fixed intently on her face, searching for traces of emotion. The Ancestor Xuan's expression grew increasingly grave; he had long been watching the changes in demonic energy in "Hundred Xuan City," but knowing his strength was insufficient, he hadn't dared descend. Only today, after inviting Mo Xuan, did he dare venture to the ancient well's depths, seeking the source of that demonic aura. Xue Yanxia shook her head, smiling at Cheng Li in the distance as a gesture of gratitude. Before she could speak, however, a desperate and indignant howl erupted from the crack in the floor. She felt all her symptoms pointed to pregnancy, yet the test showed she was not. The moment she withdrew from that state of venting her desires, she realized what had just happened to her. With a sweep of his giant hand, he intercepted the blue laser fired by the man; lightning surged along the beam, striking the attacker. The serpent tail behind him suddenly expanded, his body swelling, charging forth like a thunder dragon. He Tianqian lay quietly curled in Ji Shaosi's arms, eyes wide open—she didn’t know why she couldn’t sleep. Whether Heimdall harbored grievances was known only to himself; in any case, he had accepted the mission. Unfortunately, the ever-business-minded Master Shao happened to be home that day. Even more unfortunate, when the gatekeeper reported inside, the first to be notified was Master Shao himself. Page (3/3)