Volume One, Chapter 75: Proclaiming Sovereignty to Gu Zhen

Brother Zhao, whose child was already old enough to run errands: ?

“We agreed on this before,” Wen Xuyu glanced sideways, raising a brow as she spoke softly, “I hope you’ll do me the honor, Mr. Bian.”

It took more than ten seconds before the man responded in his usual languid tone, “Mm.”

At least it was an affirmative answer; Wen Xuyu paid little mind to his attitude.

After making their way through the most congested stretch, the three soon arrived at the research institute.

“Please, get in the car.” Seeing Ye Xingchen nod, Hao Deming hurriedly stood up to usher her into the vehicle with great respect.

At this critical moment, good habits honed in preparation began to take effect. The chaotic electronic sounds flashed through an already unconscious mind.

Yes, I know. I only saw him in the infirmary. Xiao Che cautiously observed Xia Qingyue’s expression before replying with care.

Wang Wei held that hard yet silky object in his hand. Seeing it glint beneath the sunlight, Child of Beauty said, “I’ve always carried this jade pendant with me.” It was the jade pendant Wang Wei had given her during their last outing to Purple Gold Mountain.

None of them were fools; with just a bit of thought, it was clear that Lin Ye must be an important figure. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be so powerful, nor would he be able to leave so easily.

She had been in the Prince Jin’s residence for over half a month now. Apart from meeting the Eighth Prince at the welcoming banquet, she had not seen him again.

Here, the work relied entirely on physical labor—a shipping container weighed sixty tons, and the unloading fee was four coins per ton.

Had Helian Pengfei known Ye Chen’s true strength in advance, he would never have dared to seek trouble with an old ancestor of such caliber.

One must understand that even across the entire demon realm, a king-level expert was considered top-tier, powerful enough to carve out their own territory and establish a sect.

In the standoff, Wu Ming’s hand slowly moved toward the grenade launcher at his waist, while that voice grew increasingly triumphant—the tentacles writhing, swaying near Wu Ming’s ear, its tone shifting between near and far.

Hearing this, Li Zheng’s face broke into a wide smile. A seven-day honeymoon—he and his wife hadn’t planned to go anywhere, intending just to stay at home, but now the boss was footing the bill.

The King of Asura had been sealed by the Holy Emperor of Red Sun, and only Qin Wushuang was qualified to help him break free from the seal.

After Du Shiyi made his statement and swept away with a flick of his sleeve, Ge Shuhan waited a long time before he let out a desperate sigh.

Amid the rumbling, thunderous roar, it was as if a spark of light suddenly appeared in the darkness. A terrifying surge of energy burst forth, sweeping through the area like a laser, distorting and shaking the very space around.

In a moment of crisis, should conventional weapons fail, there must be a do-or-die trump card. Even if it couldn’t kill the enemy, it could at least save one’s life.

Invisible fluctuations of arcane energy clashed within a narrow space of less than fifteen meters, shielding the local magnetic fields of earth, fire, water, air, and metal.

By now, the crowd had long been drawn over by the spectacular fight. They had all come to dance and meet new friends, but none had expected to witness such a turn of events.

They had redirected nearly all the prophet and archpriest players under the city wall to search in that direction, while the breach made by Fatty’s group went unnoticed.

“What’s so bad about it? Maybe this weather is just right,” Wudao replied with a meaningful smile.

In the past, Zhang Yutang loved listening to tales of Water Margin heroes who acted with chivalry and loyalty. Now, seeing them in trouble, he covertly summoned a thunderbolt from his palm, and with a deafening crack, blasted open the city gate.

Given Xie Luan’s special circumstances, Madam Li was being extremely cautious. With Rouge and Red Bean both injured, she arranged only for herself and Firefly to take turns standing night watch.

Of course, it was also possible that Li Yong was simply more pragmatic than his father. After all, the saying “clinging to face brings suffering” was not without truth.