Volume 1, Chapter 65: The Flamboyant Young Master Strikes Again

Although Su Su had little presence in the Qingfeng Camp, she commanded a very strong presence within the General's Manor.

Hong Tong's aged body remained motionless on the spot. He took a long, deep breath and opened his eyes wide. Immediately afterward, a fierce and formidable spiritual force surged out from between his brows without holding anything back, erupting like a volcano.

Three fiery dragons lunged fiercely from three different directions. Shui Muhua's garments instantly billowed and fluttered. Facing that towering wave of heat, his hair withered at a visible speed amidst the violent turbulence, as if the moisture was being evaporated by the scorching heat of the flames.

That was why he wanted to keep as low a profile as possible and only celebrate wildly after winning his third championship. That way, there would be no problems at all.

Krasus spoke as he prepared to transform into a dragon, a proposal I opposed because, in my view, such matters could not be investigated overnight and, more importantly, it deviated from our main storyline.

"Guan Yu, Heaven truly has eyes! I never expected the two of us to cross paths here today. Quickly surrender your life to honor the memory of my brothers!" Just as Guan Yu was leading his troops to cautiously probe along the enemy's battle array, a sudden roar exploded from ahead. It startled Guan Yu, who hurriedly signaled his soldiers to halt and stared fixedly at his opponent.

Looking at Jiang Yu's calm demeanor, Bai Xin felt a slight sense of astonishment. Did this young man not fear Liu Tu? What kind of cultivation level did he possess?

"What do you think? Would you like to gamble for a lifetime of wealth and glory? If we win, we will split the spoils equally. Looking at your current astrological sign, with the Ziwei star shining brightly overhead, it is quite likely that the three of us will end up cutting our own throats together..." Lu Sui cajoled persuasively.

Regardless of how the arrows and fire-weapons atop the city walls harvested lives among these men, they remained like madmen, surging forward wave after wave, dying without a trace of regret.

Su Peijin had unknowingly embedded herself deep into people's hearts, firmly binding her fate to Gu Yucheng. Whether on the surface or deep within, whether in their own eyes or in the eyes of outsiders, they were an inseparable couple.

Seeing this, Baili Yi let out a cold snort and gave no reply. All of this was witnessed by Zhongli Jin, who even felt a trace of secret delight in his heart, while Zhongli Han beside him simply considered it all to be normal.

"You act according to your own whims, so your conscience is naturally clear. But have your actions caused a wrong to others?" You Siyu's eyes held a pointed meaning as she looked at Xun Qianyou.

"Elder Brother, what is the meaning of this..." Upon seeing the miserable sight of Ji Niantang's forehead covered in blood, the Empress Dowager could not help being greatly startled.

She simply had bad fortune; having suffered such inhumane treatment in Licheng, it ultimately culminated in a terrible tragedy.

It was said that over the years, she had saved the Empress from danger on several occasions and had even trained a terrifying "Heavenly Wolf Squad" that struck fear into everyone's hearts... Such deeds were simply too numerous to count.

This was an open trap. Zhou Anzhi gnashed his teeth in hatred; this man was just like the one in the Second Prince's residence, both fond of playing dirty tricks, truly worthy of being biological brothers. Speak of the devil, and he arrived.

At least within the maritime borders of the entire Great Song and its vassal states, there was probably no longer anyone who dared to provoke this behemoth.

In the parlor, more than a dozen well-known leaders had already taken their seats. After Xu Shiji briefly outlined the situation, everyone's expressions began to turn iron-blue.

"No, not at all. Your name sounds lovely!" To Bai Zhaoying, as long as it was someone she liked, even if their name were Dog Egg, she would still find it pleasant.

Could it be that today they would truly return empty-handed with nothing accomplished? Qinglei swept a sidelong glance at Xie Yi, thinking with considerable reluctance. But right at that moment, he suddenly noticed that the expression of the man behind him had changed. Instead of his previous triumphant self-assurance, he now looked somewhat nervous, as if he had laid eyes on something terrifying.

Just as Qin Ming finished recording his song, his cell phone rang. Seeing the name of Manager Li displayed on the screen, he answered without the slightest hesitation.

In the world of consciousness, we resided within a sandcastle. At that moment, the sandcastle was in the midst of a war, with soldiers defending the city with all their might—as one row fell, the next row quickly stepped up to fill the gap.

"Hoist the sails, set sail!" Following a shouted command, the three ocean-going ships simultaneously weighed anchor and raised their sails. Under the watchful eyes of everyone on the shore, the vessels slowly began to move, gradually pulling away from the port of Weihai.

Yun Chen secretly wiped away some sweat. If Old Man Yang knew that he was the very "jianghu charlatan" he spoke of, I wonder what kind of thoughts would run through his mind?

Right at that moment, a soft whistle echoed from afar, and a flash of lightning vanished in an instant as Qu Zhifeng instantly returned to Duyuan's side.

At this moment, numerous mechanical tentacles spontaneously grew from the severed stump of his arm. Multiplying rapidly, the tentacles wove themselves into the shape of an arm, and within moments, the limb was completely restored.

If Yun Chen knew what they were thinking, he would surely feel a mixture of laughter and tears. Was his image really perceived as being so violent by everyone?

The real world worked this way: if even impoverished people could educate their children well, how could truly capable wealthy individuals so easily allow their second-generation scions to become good-for-nothing, brainless prodigals?

"More than that, I suspect that Lord Mingshou is still pondering other matters as well." Earth Lord stared deeply at the Academy Dean, as if trying to peer into his inner thoughts.

It wasn't until a black Rolls-Royce drove into view and Hao Yan, holding her bags, hurried down from it that she finally breathed a sigh of relief.