28 Resistance

Seeing this, a flash of anxiety crossed Long Changfeng’s face. He was the officer in charge of the guards maintaining order at the decisive battle arena today. Above the seating area were ten private boxes, naturally reserved for those martial artists who intended to make an appearance. Even though he had overthought many things, he had never imagined that Qingqing would treat him this way.

After spending half an hour in the cultivation chamber, Ye Fan thoroughly sorted through his combat experience. His hidden injuries had fully recovered, and his own cultivation level had improved once more, faintly showing signs of breaking through to the peak of the early Spirit Transformation stage.

"Did you come here just to tell me that today’s events are a result of my own reaping?" Empress Shen gritted her teeth, the sound echoing as she glared at Bao Si, her eyes nearly bulging from their sockets.

"What is your purpose?" Ye Xiangchen asked with a solemn expression, his internal energy, Ye Power, beginning to stir; should Hu Zhen make any suspicious move, his power would erupt in an instant.

As he gazed at her, his expression grew gentler. He couldn't resist reaching out, wanting to touch her delicate cheek, but in the end, he withdrew his hand.

In the Mingde Hall, the Emperor paced back and forth before the door. Having finally learned that Xiangxiang had entered the palace alone, he instructed his attendant to arrange a "chance encounter" for him with her.

Jing Mengxian sat on the edge of the bed beside Xiangnan, holding her still-chilly hand, feeling grateful that both she and the child had emerged from the danger unscathed.

"What an enviable pair of lovers, but it’s a pity—you are destined to be separated by life and death!" The White Lion approached, his sharp, spirited eyes fixed on Ye Fan as he sneered.

After a long day, Shen Tong was exhausted. Having promised to go along with Liu Haidong’s suggestion, she waved the waiter away, filled her glass, and downed the drink in one breath. Her tolerance was likely over a pound of liquor.

The dinner was lavish and exquisite, yet Empress Que ate only a few bites before setting down her chopsticks. Seeing this, Zhang Yue also hastily ate a few mouthfuls before claiming she was full.

"That won't do. You’ll be married in the blink of an eye, and then there will be children. You can’t just come back and live with us. What about the children's schooling? Besides, she’s a city girl; do you really think she’ll come back with you? Alright, that’s enough. If you don't go see her, I’ll buy it for you," Shen Jianzhu said, pointing out the practical problems.

Seeing someone block his attack, Elder Zou was startled. He hurriedly scrutinized the area behind Chen Bing, and when he caught sight of that pale yellow tiger, he couldn't help but stagger backward several paces.

"Move aside! I, Gu Bo, am here. Who dares to block the Princess? I was in the Imperial Guard before you lot even existed. Now you dare to be thorns in my side? Get lost..." General Gu Bo stretched out his fan-sized palm and shoved all the Imperial Guards who dared to block his path to the side, some even receiving a blow from his fist.

After school ended in the morning, Ge Zhi sent someone to deliver the tickets to Xing Luo. There was a whole stack, numbering over twenty. When Gong Jiaojiao saw the tickets, she nearly offered herself to Xing Luo on the spot.

"Huh? Have we met?" Seeing the resentment in the stranger’s eyes, Xing Luo was momentarily stunned before asking in confusion.

Too many soldiers fell asleep in hunger. Many were smacking their lips in their dreams, perhaps envisioning the grand feast they loved most.

"This so-called 'Hero Piao' is truly hateful! Fortunately, he has now fallen into evil ways. If I ever encounter him in the future, I will surely slaughter him!" another person cursed viciously.

He had not expected Qian Hao to be unable to free up his hands to deal with him, only to be constantly ambushed by the random punches from those around him.

They were all severely injured and had no strength left to fight, with only a heroic spirit remaining, woven into the sound of their voices.

His face had escaped the flames, but his clothes were torn with several large holes, and there was even mud left on his face.

"Where is he? I’ll go see him now." Ah Yin rose to his feet; he had to warn Hua Liushui to keep his mouth shut and stop spouting nonsense.

She wasn't stupid; how could she possibly commit to filming seriously? After putting her heart and soul into the publicity, she would only end up creating several competitors for herself. Zhao Yingli had been in the entertainment industry for a while, after all; how could she lack such cunning?

It was clear that only moments ago this fellow had seemed like a novice, yet now he had reached such a level.

"Thank you, Your Highness the Crown Prince. Thank you, Your Highness." Heiqi was deeply grateful, bowing repeatedly.

Just as the two were lost, wondering what to do next, the door that the Manor Master had suddenly slammed shut swung open.

After watching for a long time, her eyes grew sore. Hearing footsteps outside the door, she hurriedly tucked her phone under the pillow and closed her eyes to sleep.

The two lingered on the basketball court for a while longer, only returning to their rooms once the sky grew dark and the night breeze turned chilly.

This was the desperate wish of a genius youth wanting to make a name for himself, but the old spirit of the artifact could only let Long Fei venture forth on his own.

Walking down the steps of the underground cavern, the tall candle holders on both sides—lit by formations—echoed the light of the outside world. In this dark place where heaven and earth were usually hidden, there was a cycle of twenty-four hours and the changing of the four seasons, just as the sun rose and set above.

She now had the backing of the imperial family; she figured she would always find room to maneuver between private justice and the law of the land.

The moment the phone was about to strike the back of Pei Yanchuan’s head, the man pressing down on her suddenly released her hair.

She used a clever flick of strength to throw Su Su to the ground, landing her face-first with a solid thud.

Wang Dachui was a prodigy of the Artifact Refining Hall; he never imagined that he would one day face such a situation, being sanctioned by the Law Enforcement Hall.

"You are a disciple of the Taoist school; why do you keep the name of a Buddhist on your lips?" Yan Xunzhuo took a sip of tea; he never felt that someone like Tang Seng, who cut off all love and passion, had anything to do with him.

After four arrow shots rang out, the three tallest men among the onlookers rushed out, charging toward Ye Xian.

Fang Ling sat further away, with his younger siblings sitting among the ministers; Xie Changsheng wanted to find someone to talk to, but found no one.