Chapter 23

The moment he sat upon the Dragon Throne, a fierce gale howled, surging through the great hall. The invisible sword added a layer of murderous aura, causing the Hanfeng Sovereign, who had been in a coma, to suddenly snap his eyes open.

Murong Chen hurriedly wiped her cheeks. Recalling her recent thoughts, she could not help but blush a deep crimson. For once, she uncharacteristically offered no rebuttal, quietly consuming the grand feast before her.

"Yin Sha! I am your destined nemesis! You have managed to escape me every time, but this time, you shall not get away!" Li Tian said sternly.

"She is awake, the Princess is awake!" Upon hearing Yelu Wan’s voice, Sai Qiduo immediately called out to those outside.

It would have been better not to dwell on it, but the moment the memory of his first time with Xu Xinxin surfaced, the restlessness in his body surged, becoming utterly uncontrollable.

"Empress, if the enemy forces approach the city gates, our fifty thousand Imperial Guards may not be able to hold them back," Feng Yueming said.

Zhao Jin smiled awkwardly and briefly recounted what had just happened. Zhao Mu’s gaze kept darting toward Xing Fuchen, his expression unreadable, while Xing Fuchen remained calm, showing no change in his demeanor.

Four hours later, Mu Qingge suppressed the tumultuous pain in her body and suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood.

Because they had been busy with the Ye family’s affairs these past few days, neither Feng Juechen nor Mu Qingge had properly hosted the King of Darong, leaving an opening for others. It was said that Yang Ting had already paid several visits to the King of Darong.

Watching them, Qin Shuya suddenly felt that they were incredibly strong. If such things had happened to her, she would have been at a complete loss.

White Deer Cave was not this butterfly; it was a legendary Kunpeng, countless times more massive than it.

At the same time, the trees in front of Hu Qing were all cleanly severed, triggering a rain of falling leaves.

Obtaining Xinlan citizenship was not an easy task; even with the Lin family’s assets and connections, it was likely impossible to achieve.

***

The Broad World Bell stood before Cheng Mo. The aura emitted by that icy spiritual pattern froze his soul! The sensation of solidification was as unyielding as solid rock.

The entrance to the Great Soul Arena was resplendent and magnificent, far beyond the level of the Rose Hotel where Xu Xia had stayed.

Zhou Yazhi shook his head. Although he sensed something suspicious about these connections, he could not fathom the mystery. Thus, he only spoke of his doubts, leaving the rest to the speculations of others.

However, the essence blood of an orc had appeared; just because it did not appear in the game did not mean it had not existed in the legendary Continent of Mir.

Both men made phone calls, their expressions grave; after all, they were dealing with a Hell King who slaughtered the innocent at will.

"Perhaps her master wants her to completely forget the past and live her own life. There is no good outcome in following someone who acts outside the law."

Ning Rongrong was proud by nature. As the top genius of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, she possessed her own arrogance; asking her to leave was out of the question.

Looking through the corridor window, Mo Wen noticed the sun had begun to dip. Although it was still bright, the time was approaching dusk.

Mount Wanshou had previously been the burial ground for the ashes of hundreds of thousands of soldiers who had sacrificed themselves in foreign wars. This time, during the defense of Jiaqing Pass, over one hundred thousand people had died due to the plague. With other losses included, over one hundred thousand sets of ashes had now been transported there.

Then came the rustling sound of footsteps as the middle-aged elf stepped up from the stairs.

Her once-prized, high-level skill of "finding a topic in one second to avoid awkward silence" seemed completely sealed, and she could not use it at all.

With a metallic ring, Byakuya held two pink light swords to parry the suddenly appearing Zangetsu. Looking at Mo Wen, who was within arm's reach, a mocking smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

Seeing that Yang Jing had given him enough face and even gained some prestige in front of Su Ya, Hu Weifeng chuckled and walked outside, looking back at Su Ya with lingering reluctance.

***

As the door opened and closed, Liu Mo on the bed opened his eyes, clear and deep, as if he had never been asleep at all.

The Divine Sword Control Thunder Technique was a supreme secret art of the Qingyun Sect; how could it be easily unleashed? Ordinary disciples could not even dream of it without reaching the Shangqing realm, and for a genius like Lu Xueqi, even with the aid of a divine weapon like Tianya, it was extremely difficult to perform while in the Yuqing realm.

Upon entering, one could feel a stifling atmosphere permeating the restaurant. Jun Yuan and Ming Yan were both dressed in white suits, sitting by the window. They appeared meticulously groomed, but they were glaring at each other, silent sparks flying between their colliding gazes.

As they spoke, they entered my and Han Zhenghuan's line of sight. Zhuxia’s face was still covered in scars, but she smiled faintly, a sight that strangely made one ignore the injuries on her face.

Before Xuan Yizi transformed into a sage, Mu Bai had helped the Shangqing Source Gate guard the Ni Chen Secret Realm, blocking the Purple Jiao clan from invading with that strange purple mist; he had already heard of this.

He Yunlong saw a girl in a goose-yellow t-shirt looking at him and Shen Mian with wide, beautiful eyes. On the other side, a blood-soaked man lay unconscious on the ground.

In the end, the divine light in his eyes had dimmed to a point where it was almost imperceptible; if one did not sense carefully, one could no longer feel a trace of life within him.

"When will Brother Zhan wake up?" Li Ke asked, looking at the cocoon of light wrapped in opaque sheets.

Ye Lingyun’s soul suddenly let out a shout, and a vast expanse of blue sky manifested. Mu Bai’s originally golden sea of consciousness suddenly transformed into a vast, clear sky, both above his head and beneath his feet, as if a giant mirror reflecting the heavens had been placed in the center.

"These are all part of our professional hospitality training. They can accurately analyze the needs of every new guest, and based on their complexion and skin, guide them to the corresponding technicians for a more comprehensive and complete care consultation," Zhang Jingchu explained to Na Shijie and He Tingting.

Cutting these paper dolls imbued with spiritual power was not a casual task; like drawing talismans, it required intense concentration and was extremely draining.