He will never walk alone.

"Woe is me... Grandfather, Little Brother is never going to get up and play hide-and-seek with me again, boo-hoo..." Lier wailed bitterly, large teardrops streaming down her face, evoking deep sorrow and bringing tears to the eyes of all who listened.

Upon receiving Zhuang Yi's call, Ye Jun paid no mind to the ingredients for the moment and instead gave Zhuang Yi a thorough reprimand. After all, the reputation of Ye Jun's establishment, The Prestige, was not built on food alone to attract business—even though the ingredients provided by Zhuang Yi had indeed improved their fortunes considerably.

That is correct, I stood my ground, confronting the fortress-grade mutated beast face-to-face, forcing it step by step out of the execution grounds. In the end, a single glare from me frightened it into a panic-stricken flight, scurrying directly into the subterranean depths and vanishing without a trace.

Just as I was about to channel a spiritual talisman to reset the barrier, a pair of large hands firmly grasped both of my wrists.

After ascending a few more flights of stairs, the procession finally halted before a cluster of weathered, ancient houses and ceased moving forward. It appeared we had reached our destination.

Among all these individuals, the one who drew my attention the most was Xu Wanwan. If Xu Wanwan appeared in a place like this, it went without saying that the man clad in the peculiarly shaped humanoid powered exoskeleton suit must be the Nether Lord. The only thing I had not anticipated was that the Nether Lord himself rarely made personal appearances; how could it be that he chose to come in person this time?

Furthermore, regarding the feng shui of this resort, Duan Siqi remarked that it gathered malignant energies, and even with the presence of General Guan guarding the site, it would still fail to fend off such malevolence—suggesting strongly that someone had engineered this with malicious intent.

Observing Chu Lin in this state, Mu Yihe could naturally empathize with the profound agony the other man was enduring at this moment. If there ever came a day when Rong Fan told him that they could merely be friends and nothing more, perhaps he would react in the exact same manner.

They viewed SR both as a traitor who had broken free from conventional circles and as someone whose friendship with Power was a matter worthy of endless gossip—a truly peculiar and extraordinary spectacle.

Crystal Corporation was, after all, his very first venture. Had he not been targeted by the Five Great Sects, Zhuang Yi would certainly never have chosen to abandon his own company.

Lian Shuo returned once more to the Phoenix Cemetery, standing before the graves of his mother and father. He had expected to find himself weeping, yet now not a single tear would fall. He simply stared blankly at the tombstone for a long time. He had imagined he would have countless things to say to his mother and father, but now that he stood before them, what was there left to say?

The younger men suddenly understood, casting resentful glances toward Zhang Nianzu. First, any car needing repairs on this street had to be sent to your family's shop, and now even a pretty girl had to be prioritized for your employees' benefit. Yet what could they do? After all, his family had seized the initiative first.

The usually serene main hall was now crowded with tables. Officials from various government offices, finding it troublesome to run back and forth, simply set up their desks right here in the grand hall to conduct their official business on the spot.

Lian Shuo gazed at her tenderly; against her whims, he was entirely defenseless, utterly lacking any recourse as always.

"These dishes are delicious," Ling Jing replied mechanically. Accustomed as he was to the various culinary masterpieces crafted by top-tier chefs, the taste of these dishes could at best be described as ordinary.

By this point, Zhang Nianzu's anger had been thoroughly provoked. He could see that the adversary before him was by no means an ordinary madman; although he remained unaware of why the man was targeting him, it was clear he could not leave without teaching him a lesson.

Duoer Zhensuo and the Lady Yehe Nara successively stepped down from the carriage, walking leisurely to the side of Zhu Qiming. Not far away, Wang Lie's gaze blazed with renewed intensity.

The master tried his utmost to channel his energy to dispel the poison for her, but upon hearing those words, a sudden realization struck him. A trace of panic flickered within his cold, icy eyes, and he instantly transformed his divine power into a brilliant white light to shield Lu Xue.

To the south of the school lay an overpass across the street. At this hour in the afternoon, passing pedestrians on the bridge were sparse, while beneath it flowed an endless stream of traffic. Zhang Nianzu stepped onto the overpass and walked toward the opposite side of the road. Hearing a chaotic patter of footsteps behind him, he simply came to a halt.

Xia Qi shook her head and said, "...No, he wouldn't." At the very least, Jun Jinchen would certainly never rush straight toward her during an occasion of such monumental importance simply to exchange a few casual words.

The countless falls he had endured forged in him a remarkable skill: his body could tilt to an angle infinitely close to the ground. Of course, it was not so miraculous as to actually brush the earth, but a tilt of around thirty degrees was more than enough to astonish onlookers.

Huang Xiang looked at the opposing players, who appeared to belong to the same team. What team could this possibly be?

That boundless torrent churned everywhere, immediately surging outward and engulfing a vast multitude of Great Yuan Empire experts—including both True God powerhouses and venerables of the Upper Gods. Yet among them, not even a single entity possessing a divine physical shell remained; in a mere instant, well over a hundred men were swept directly into Xuan He's defying-heavenly-order torrent.

Yang Suping led the Blue Feather Army away in triumph, leaving only the aged General Sophie Mani gazing in utter astonishment at the corpses strewn across the ground. For a long, long time, he could only shake his head with weariness and exhaustion. The turbulent winds and clouds of an era were gradually fading; now belonged to the young to gallop freely across the land.

Everyone in the grand hall trembled, disbelief writ large across their faces. Peak emperors walking like commoners, and hundreds of supreme powerhouses? What kind of concept was this?

Schibeny spread a hastily sketched map before Yang Suping, reporting the detailed situation to him.

Xuan He and Dandan, who was buried in his arms and timidly turned her head back to peek with wide-open eyes, barely had time for a single glance before that towering, crown-like head was struck as if by a giant tree assaulted by millions of steel blades. Instantly, branches and leaves scattered in all directions, and the trunk itself was hacked into a scarred and battered ruin.