Chapter 42: Little An Severs Family Ties

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Clearly, he looked like a wealthy man, yet his words carried not a shred of intimidation.

With that, Hong Hanyi rushed toward Ye Chen like a mad tiger. Ye Chen parried Hong Hanyi's attack with his right hand, bent his left arm into an elbow, and struck viciously with his elbow tip against Hong Hanyi's carotid artery. With a heavy thud, Hong Hanyi collapsed to the ground, plunging straight into unconsciousness.

Ling Wan'er's words were unmistakable—someone wanted her dead, or rather, someone desperately wanted her dead, yet was hindered only by the lack of an opportunity to strike.

Ye Chen naturally knew who the person feasting away in the police station accompanied by Wong Chi-shung was. He smiled, brushed the matter aside, and followed Wong Chi-shung into his office.

For a moment, the conference room fell into absolute silence. After all, gangs operated strictly on seniority, where whoever threw the hardest punch held the right to speak. As the second-largest force in Hong Kong, Sun Yee On boasted numerous elite fighters; for those lacking strength, obediently sitting back and listening to orders was the wisest choice.

Moreover, looking further ahead, he would be resting in his grave by next year anyway, so what did a conflict with the Black Forest Gang even matter?

Five days later, Feng Bugui led the group back to the Mount Hua Sect. The disciples left behind at the sect had already received word, and by the following day, Feng Bugui's succession ceremony was successfully completed.

Embracing the mentality that sharing joy with others is better than enjoying it alone, Luan Bingran nominated her mortal enemy within the palliative care organization to participate in this ice bucket challenge. To maintain their hard-earned public personas, they were bound to accept the challenge. Thus, the malicious tradition of passing the torch was carried onward.

At the command, the three hundred death-defying soldiers sprang into action, igniting the combustibles in their hands and hurling them toward Liu's tents, setting fires wherever they went.

He was already aware that the man in black had made entertainment headlines. Word was, he hadn't even gone looking for trouble with that film crew yet, but Zhou Yang was actually blaming him first.

She had deliberately kept her distance from him all this time, consistently refusing to touch upon anything related to marriage. And it wasn't just marriage—he was well aware of what she was truly afraid of.

Su Nuan felt thoroughly uncomfortable; she simply could not get used to being addressed constantly as Director Su or Madam.

However, when Qingfeng reached the middle of the mountain, the sudden sound of a vehicle still startled everyone inside the villa.

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His cold yet sensual thin lips were pressed into a tight line. Someone like him, who rarely let his emotions show, was completely unable to care about such superficial facades at the moment, his expression exceptionally grim.

After the court dismissal, upon emerging from the grand hall, a dark-gold carriage was parked directly below the stone steps—it was Mo Zhanhua's personal vehicle. According to court protocol, upon entering the Chonghua Gate, one was required to dismount and switch to a sedan chair, but his carriage was an imperial bestowal from the Emperor, so his privileges naturally differed from everyone else's.

He seemed to hear murmurs near his ear, but out of fear of disturbing his rest, the voices had been deliberately lowered, making it impossible to hear clearly what was being said.

Over the past few years, due to the rashness of his youth, Ye Liancheng had actually mended fences considerably with his family's elders after achieving success, treating them with genuine respect.

Even when the Empress Dowager's imperial edict arrived from the outside once more, the two of them shared a knowing smile and lifted their gazes in unison.

Unwilling to drag things out any longer or let her continue enduring such agony, he walked outside alongside her.

The might of the Dark Nether Palace was witnessed firsthand by all; its formidable power and shocking secret arts were undeniable.

The individuals they sent to monitor him possessed exceptional abilities and had earned promotions. These watchers were pleased, the people pulling their strings behind the scenes attained greater power, and he himself gained a measure of freedom. Why not pursue a course of action that benefited all three parties?

This was, after all, a world where the strong reigned supreme, and no one would object to such behavior; they could only look upon Mu Fan with expressions of regret as he let them go.

Just as he had anticipated, after executing the Ripening Technique three consecutive times, the spiritual energy in his dantian was entirely depleted. However, one thing exceeded his expectations: the area of effect of the Ripening Technique on the corn had expanded compared to before.

The crew-cut man barely managed to steady his body, a flash of astonishment in his eyes. He never expected the fellow before him to be so agile, dodging his attack with ease and even launching a counterstrike.

Now that he had successfully learned the locations of more than a dozen other medicinal gardens, Sun Mu had lost his rightful value.

Yue Xi's gaze was as dark and deep as a starry night sky, carrying a trace of solemnity and unruffled composure uncharacteristic of her past, as if she had grown a notch in temperament and age.

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"The presence of heterogenous internal Qi is not necessarily a bad thing. If utilized well, heterogenous Qi can temper one's cultivation foundation. However, the heterogenous ancient strength within your body has already damaged your cultivation foundation and must be resolved by some means. Follow me." Ji Fan leaned back against the distorted space behind him, but failed to grab Yin Bao'er.

"Finally, I can rest easy!" Gazing at the soul-patterned Taiji formation map beneath his feet, Tu Ming let out a long breath.

After exchanging dozens of blows with the Lord of the Moons, Bota still held the advantage; his saber technique was uninhibited and defiantly arrogant, which had always been his signature combat style.

His body began to recover its warmth, and the flowing blood was nourishing his internal organs, circulating a miraculous, vital force to regenerate the six souls required to sustain the cycle of life. Yet, Li Mengshang's yin soul remained locked in slumber.

Racing along the path, Chen Xiao and his companions encountered numerous isolated demonic beasts. Without hesitation, Sword One dispatched them on the sly. Sword One also required blood sustenance, and naturally, these demonic beasts became food for Sword One's belly.

Seeing that Cheng Chumou had prepared his materials comprehensively and even brought a few eggs, Wang Xingxin was overjoyed. Nursing a bruised backside, he directed Liu Gangzi to knead the dough and had Heiwa crack the eggs right into it. He then instructed Daniu to boil the dried meat they brought thoroughly in hot water before chopping it up.

The formation spun frantically, forming a massive black hole at its center that emitted a powerful suction force. Resembling the maw of a heaven-devouring beast, it roared downward, enveloping the One-Eyed Ghost King.

Liyang had no impression of the words spoken by the green-robed elder, for he remembered clearly how he had arrived here, recalling vividly the scene just before he entered the final trial vortex within the pristine white space.

The bearded Five Elder Star nodded; this indeed was a fine idea. The combat prowess of that crew was not weak, and naturally, they would be able to lend a helpful hand to the Marines.

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