Volume One, Chapter 68: The Invisible Hand

The Ninth Prince brought the dagger close to Emperor Zhou’s arm, gently slicing it. The emperor’s sleeve split open, revealing a shallow wound on his skin; fresh blood began to ooze from the gash. The prince pressed the blade against the wound, then deftly lifted a piece of flesh. With a sudden twist of his wrist, he sliced off a small chunk of flesh.

Emperor Zhou let out a terrible scream, his whole body shaking with pain. Yet the Ninth Prince seemed deaf to his cries, continuing his grisly work. He tossed the bloody flesh to the ground, gazing at the emperor’s agony with a thrill that surged within him, indescribable and intense. Madness gleamed in his eyes as he looked at Emperor Zhou; he raised his dagger again and plunged it ruthlessly...

The stone chambers on either side were fitted with especially thick doors, each with a gap at the bottom about as wide as a palm. I approached one of them, lay flat against the ground, and shone my flashlight inside. It was nothing more than an ordinary cave, about three or four square meters in size, empty and bare.

Su Jinxi’s smile grew even more strained as she tried desperately to evade Ye Youyao’s gaze, but she could not escape. She flashed Ye Youyao a steadfast smile, stepped out from her seat, and stood opposite Princess Huarong and the others.

Xie Mao greeted the princess with vague courtesy, then escorted Old Prince Yingyi to the main hall of the Prince Xin’s palace—the Jade Hall.

It was obvious the two were intertwined by countless threads, perhaps even originating from the same place.

Using young cedar to build boats often leads to hulls cracking. Old cedar rarely has such issues; it is reliable, requiring little concern.

This obscure Miss Ye Chu, orphaned and without support, somehow caught the eye of the third young master of the Lu family. Despite the family’s displeasure toward Ye Chu, they ultimately agreed to the marriage.

Almost as soon as the tea canister flew through the air, the shopkeeper himself was hurled out, colliding violently with a nearby table.

After years of accumulation, Dai Xue Beauty Cream had become a globally recognized brand. Naturally, Li Xiaogong knew her roommate had heard of it as well; in fact, she was currently using Dai Xue products.

Ye Chu did not rush into the car. She leaned against the door, waiting a while because she wanted to catch a glimpse of Ye Jiarou before departure.

“I don’t remember. I fell and landed in the grass. I didn’t have time to think; I was worried about Madam’s condition, so I hurried back,” Yue’er replied.

“Sobs... My dear Kexin really is with someone else... sob... I’m heartbroken. I must leave this painful place.” The chubby man saw Zhou Kexin and Chen Haoxuan kiss and burst into loud tears, turning away to leave.

The fireball was astonishingly large, as big as an adult’s body, glowing entirely in violet and radiating purple light.

According to post-match statistics, over eighty countries and regions worldwide broadcast the event.

If a single chaos could produce so many Lords, then the True Holy Kingdom would have countless Lords; experts of the Heavenly Dao realm would be as numerous as those of the Imperial realm, while the Creation experts would be like half-Lords. Chaos warriors were merely spiritual herbs in their garden.

The heavenly soldiers left behind by Erlang Shen were divine beings who had fought for years in the Shura Realm. After a brief moment of shock, they surged forward to attack Xu Xun.

An operating system needs software support to be complete; likewise, a house needs more than just its shell.

Otherwise, Lin Muyu could not have fled so smoothly; he might have died early on. In that place, he also had a master—powerful, yet cold and merciless—who led the world’s top forces.

Dividing only a quarter is entirely different from the feeling of “both halves of the moon are mine.”

Before she could think more, filming was about to start. Xiaozhu washed her hands and face, went to the set, and though she knew what product they’d be shooting, she was unclear about the details.

“Nonsense! I distinctly remember striking with the Honglong, not just tossing things carelessly!” Uncle B loudly protested.

Soon, the two arrived at the office. It was called an office, but the walls were simply whitewashed, with a desk and a wooden cabinet—quite basic. Yet there were several cane chairs, woven from rattan, sturdy and comfortable to sit in.

The next morning, beside a tree near the shrine, Lingmeng smiled brightly at the person standing before her.

Zhao Zhenman didn’t hesitate, jumped onto the imposing motorcycle, and with Zhao Li behind him, twisted the throttle. The berserk Inuyasha roared after them in pursuit.

“White Dragon’s Sacred Twin Fangs!” Huang Liangyue growled, and his sword transformed into dragon fangs. The two gleaming teeth stabbed toward Elrico, their icy brilliance promising to pierce whatever they struck.

Chen Yin’s explosive arrow, mastered under Lord Eckert’s tutelage, carried a 100% critical rate. Everyone within its range would suffer half the attack’s damage.

As the five felt a chill from the bloodthirsty aura of the Bloodkill Sword, Chen Yin’s “Six Exhibitions of the Winter Plum” unleashed six crimson sword lights, now only a meter from the two foes ahead.

“There are still people who aren’t moved by me?” Ignoring others felt normal, but being ignored was unbearable. Ye Qingqiu touched her face, wondering if she had grown ugly.

Fang Hao scanned the crowd, seeing anticipation, longing, and hope in their eyes. They awaited inspiring words from him, so that everyone could find the faith to keep striving.

Bao Feiyang smiled, knowing Xue Hanmei’s complaints were just words. If Bao Guoqiang hadn’t managed to topple Lu Zhongcheng, he wouldn’t have become mayor—and might have landed in jail. Such is the intrigue of officialdom, unpredictable and beyond one’s control.

Wright was helpless, but knew the Creator’s stubbornness in such matters. Luckily, no one else could hear his nonsense, so Wright simply treated it as background noise.

“Sand Monk” was obviously speechless, not knowing what to say, his hand raised in mid-air for a long moment before letting it fall.