Chapter 55

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The half-question sword in Chu Yun’s hand seemed capable of destroying heaven and earth; the strike felt as if it could split the royal city in two. A wave of despair surged through everyone’s hearts, and fear and unease began to spread among the crowd. This sword was terrifying beyond measure.

Bo Jingyu slowly crouched down, clutching his head. The foul stench of garbage surrounded him, yet he seemed unable to perceive it. His soul drifted from his body, his mind a chaotic whirlwind.

Thus, when Wang An learned that someone under his command was entangled with Zhang Ming, he immediately took it very seriously. With Secretary Li’s support to fend off the pressure from Consort Zheng, he threw himself more earnestly into his duties.

Oriental Mingtian’s face contorted into a menacing snarl, his voice lowering to a hoarse growl like a wild beast provoked into rage, sending chills down one’s spine.

“You’re from out of town? Now you have nowhere to go, right?” Yun Kexin asked next.

In an instant, Chu Yun saw a spectral white tiger appear above, roaring fiercely at the sky. Its eyes gleamed with violet lightning, and violet sparks crackled across its body.

Although the Fire God Technique had ignited the soul lamp within the Origin Holy Palace, if all three major Holy Palaces acted together, the Origin Holy Palace would surely have to surrender the soul lamp of the Fire God Technique.

Bo Jingyu was working overtime; Xin Manqing began packing her things. She had truly decided to move to her grandmother’s house. Whenever she returned here, her entire defense would collapse. She needed solitude to clear her mind and make sense of many things, rather than muddling around with Bo Jingyu in confusion.

A Jiao’s gaze swiftly swept the room, her large almond-shaped eyes searching eagerly for something.

Yun Chi had lain in bed for a whole year. Unable to move his body, he spent that time contemplating the nameless Refining Spirit Technique. Perhaps due to a change in mindset, Yun Chi, who had studied this technique before, now felt even more that this nameless Refining Spirit Technique etched on the mysterious black ring was extraordinary.

But this time, when the Southern Zhao Prince proposed marriage negotiations with the Great Xia, it was only briefly mentioned before Queen Wang pushed herself out of the room! Even Xia Muzong remained silent.

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“Lord Xuan, please don’t be so formal. We’ve worked together for so long; feel free to speak openly!” Seeing Xuan Mo’s solemn expression, the two felt a sinking feeling and urged in unison.

Lying in bed, she watched sunlight stream through the window. A black shadow leapt down from the window, landing steadily on the desk.

Such conversations had appeared in many households across China. Even those unfamiliar with or who had never heard of Li Qing, once they searched online, were amazed! Nicknamed “Master Qing,” with nearly a hundred million fans, owner of Silver Star Technology in Magic City, owner of ii Voice, investing six hundred million US dollars in Hollywood films, and a fan of extreme challenges.

Buying a broken tea set for 300,000 yuan would confuse anyone. If not brainless, then certainly foolish.

Chu Xiangsi adjusted the positions of the chessboard, the guqin, and Bai Juan. She sat on the chair before the guqin, with ink prepared in front of her.

Before them was the fifth-level Qishe serpent they sought, bearing five malignant tumor-like heads and ten pairs of eyes staring sinisterly.

When Li Qing announced the press conference’s end, the reporters immediately sobered up. They couldn’t let it end just like that—they still had many questions unanswered. Leaving now would be unforgivable, so all the reporters fell silent.

Great tears streamed continuously from Kong Yu’s eyes. She had forgotten she was in a perilous place. In Star Yu’s embrace, she wept endlessly. Even if it was a dream, it didn’t matter—she had finally reunited with Star Yu.

Fang Zhongping could no longer hold back. But after hearing the third brother’s words that a forceful grab was futile, and knowing it would be humiliating if word got out before so many witnesses, he could only glare at Lin Ran.

Undoubtedly, his chicken-raising experiment succeeded. Chickens fed with spiritual vegetables truly tasted remarkably different.

Yet, Huang Feng’s hoarse roar made her restless. A fierce wind surged from her left, chilling her heart, and she hurriedly stepped back several paces.

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That statement immediately sparked many responses; clearly, a large crowd had gathered to watch.

Wu Fengyi immediately thought of a place he could and yearned to go—the Southern Capital.

Of course, this presupposed that Chinese Go practitioners had a certain understanding of the traditional culture behind Go.

This reminded Zhu Houhuang: if he had killed this person with a volley of arrows, would the Japanese have been enraged or humiliated? Was it only because the opponent was weak that such cruelty was inflicted?

Lin Yichen couldn’t help but feel moved. If Zhong Chengjun could see his transformation, he surely wouldn’t find it as shocking as others might.

The fierce battle erupted both logically and unexpectedly. Wang Shi fought with reckless abandon, battling Ling Xi with his life on the line. To win this third match, Wang Shi unleashed himself completely, a stark contrast to his usual fighting style.

After the commercial performance, countless domestic and overseas companies rushed in with supplies. Disaster zone reconstruction was thriving.