Chapter 107: The Grand Finale

On the matter of the former emperor taking his medicine, he had failed to supervise it properly, and Emperor Taichang had ended up swallowing the "red pellet" by mistake. Even if he had tried to dissuade him, it might not have done any good, but in truth he had not said even a single word.

Wei Si watched him in silence, trying to read something from his face. In the end he was disappointed; the expression there was stern and gave nothing away.

After dropping from the sky onto this nameless mountain, Qin Shihuang untied the rope and set Chen Long down. Chen Long touched the ground, failed to steady himself, and sat down hard.

A member of the Giant Spirit Clan nodded at him in approval and said, "It seems your eyesight is good. How about this: if you're willing, you may be placed within our battle formation and serve as a vanguard scout."

Once he had landed, Jiu Ge lifted Chen Wei, who could no longer walk, and ran off at full speed. Before long, he vanished into the night. Watching his retreating figure disappear, Da and Er exchanged a look. Er frowned and asked Da, "Big Brother, what should we do now?"

Youzi Shi asked for the song titles, then relied on his instinct for melody to choose among them, having the two of them sing one by one for him and Su Yin to hear.

The surging divine power filled the pale halberd. Beneath the gleaming armor, the body tensed, and a flash of tangible brilliance swept across Hoff's eyes.

Seeing Supreme Treasure say that, I asked him in surprise, "How do you know that? I can't tell at all." Supreme Treasure frowned and thought for a moment, then said, "I don't know either. Anyway, when I woke up, a message had already appeared in my mind: my body was gone, and now my soul is out of my body."

In those brief words, Bai Yuling could still feel the grandeur and tragic splendor of that era, the final lament of the warriors, and the heavy burden borne by the first generation of Trainers.

Seeing Ye Chengzhi show her such boundless gentleness, Xia Haitong's tears only flowed more fiercely. She did not want this; she truly did not want to be so unyielding and yet so indecisive. She had bitten through her lip, but still could not stop her sobs. A salty, metallic taste filled her senses, and she wondered how much of it was blood, and how much tears.

"Go down first and see whether you can determine what poison this is!" For now, he could only place temporary trust in this physician.

If it were only a fourth- or fifth-level magical beast, the Starlight Mercenary Group would naturally not fear it. The real danger was drawing in a high-level beast; then the Starlight Mercenary Group would be in grave peril.

"Create a famous brand!?" That was far too ambitious. Yang Lu did not even know how to react for a moment.

Then, in a corner, Xiao Yan sensed a trace of medicinal fragrance. As someone familiar with medicinal substances, he knew exactly what pill it was: clearly the Clear Spirit Pill, a low-grade pill. Yet its fragrance was unusually strong, able to be smelled from very far away. Outsiders could catch the scent, but would not know it came from a pill.

A powerful expert from the Phantom Squad suddenly broke away from the battle below to intercept him, but the Great Ape countered with a spear thrust that struck the man's left chest. The man cried out and fell toward the ground.

When more than a hundred thousand people shouted at once, the force of it nearly brought the entire venue down. Lin Wan'er had also come to watch the match. This time she sat in the VIP section, holding hands with Guo Yuqing, looking as intimate as a pair of close girlfriends. It made her father, Lin Yue, furrow his brow deeply.

The scene of this deliberately staged car crash was truly horrific. Yao Hanzhuang struggled up from the ground, spat viciously, and snarled at Song Duanwu, "Song Duanwu, you're ruthless! Truly ruthless!" Earlier, he had suddenly understood the meaning of the lip movements Song Duanwu had just made.

At the thought of this, Okeliman and the others could not help becoming excited, repeatedly asking Li Yan whether this could really be done.

Qian Peng stood firm in his position, and Li Ziyuan was somewhat helpless. He was the military commander; whether it was the rectification campaign or the review of personnel, neither fell within his authority. If it had been Ma Yongcheng, he could have inserted himself into the matter. But this Chief Qian before him was utterly impervious to persuasion, and he could only glare helplessly with no solution at all.

Not good! Lone Star's heart tightened. At that very moment, a shadow suddenly sprang into the air above his head, as if appearing out of nowhere, brandishing a flaming staff and smashing it down toward him.

With a sudden spurt, Mother Liu opened her mouth and spat out black blood along with a black spider about an inch long. After expelling the spider, she immediately fell unconscious.

Seeing such a terrifying anomaly, the Black Dragon Deity was also thrown into panic. He tried at once to withdraw his palm and flee, only to find that Master Shengmao's hand clamped onto his like a pair of pincers, gripping it so tightly that no matter how hard he struggled, he could not break free even a little.

And at that very moment, heaven and earth seemed suddenly to be wrapped in an invisible inner force, and a fierce killing intent enveloped the entire space.

The moment Hua Qingyi entered the battle, the situation changed at once. He entangled the Twin Wolves and the Lone Wolf, allowing Xie Nianyi to catch his breath. After probing around inside for a moment, he understood.

Hearing Ye Tian's words, Liu Bin said nothing. Since breaking through to the mid-stage of Soul Condensation, he had not yet truly fought anyone. This was also the first time he had used all his strength. There was also that martial technique of his. He hoped that in this duel with Ye Tian, he could bring out that move in full, rather than only half of it.

Constable Shi, since you've come, you've come. The man is already dead, and you're still hiding away? Hua Qingyi said casually.

But there was nothing to be done about it. Who knew why he felt so terrible whenever he approached that door?

"So, by your logic, if the one who died had been me, you might have thought that would be more fitting, is that it?" As soon as Kong Yuanzheng heard his father's tearful accusation, his face darkened at once, and he snapped coldly, his tone sharp and bitter.

At the center of the cross stood a pale yellow, uninscribed stone stele, roughly a man's height, its surface rough and weathered. No one knew what it was for.

After Bai Zixiong returned, he lay half-reclined on his bed, staring blankly into space. Today, the three people who had ridden motorcycles with him—Zhishi, Qiandu, and Zhuqiang—all shared the same dormitory with him.

Just imagine it: a colossal interstellar mothership capable of carrying tens of millions of people, and aboard the entire vessel there were only the two of them, alive, left to spend a hundred years there, with nothing to eat but chicken and water spinach. How could that possibly work? Just thinking about it was enough to make one afraid.

Wang Pengfei felt as if a great weight had been lifted from him. He landed on the ground, stretched his limbs, and glared fiercely at Liu Tianli, snorting in cold silence without saying a word.

Cao Xunran placed the knife against the throat of the magic wolf priest and pressed down lightly. The priest suddenly bent over, both hands braced on the ground.