Volume 1, Chapter 52: The Contest for Head of the House

If the successor were truly chosen at this moment, the fact that Huangfu Minghang was not Huangfu Tingfeng's biological son would undoubtedly be uncovered. By then, not even Huangfu Minghang would be spared from execution, and Liu Furong herself would inevitably be implicated.

At this thought, Huangfu Minghang hardened his heart and said to Huangfu Tingfeng, "Father, I relinquish my bid for the position of head of the family."

His words dropped like a stone into a deep pool, sending ripples splashing outward.

"Nonsense! Ever since the founding of our Huangfu clan, no one has ever fled from the battle during a succession contest. You are the first. Sit back down at once!"

Hearing this, Huangfu Minghang had no choice but to obey and sit down.

Seeing his...

In truth, when Ruan Pei first stabbed Xiao Ran, he discovered that the latter's body was extraordinarily rigid, seemingly protected by some sort of defensive inner technique. Recognizing this, Ruan Pei had instantly increased his force by just enough to slice open a bloody trail without inflicting severe wounds.

Ou Kai was momentarily stunned. He knew his father's character all too well—overbearing and tyrannical, someone from whose grip no one could ever snatch away a prize.

Sapo narrowed his eyes slightly. Standing roughly ten thousand meters tall, his massive form vanished silently into the void, completely undetectable. The other two Eternal-tier Mingluo tightly concealed themselves in the surrounding area, keeping a fixed gaze ahead.

At this moment, Chu Zhongyuan was lingering in an internet café. Having spent the entire night gaming there, he truly lacked the heart to return home and was in no mood whatsoever. With a vacant stare, he glanced sideways at the computer screen beside him.

Fortunately, the mother and son were both alone at the moment and not speaking. Had either of them been sipping coffee and chatting with a companion, the other would have easily discovered their presence.

Having witnessed Xiao Ran rise from the ashes with unfathomable strength, Xue Zhiqing now found himself pinned under a sharp gaze, completely stripped of his previous bravado. His naturally pale face trembled slightly, and naturally, he dared not agree.

Within the Metropolis of Fuyuan, those who failed to conform to the rules faced one of two outcomes: either they were thrown out, or they themselves became the rules.

Ou Yihong attached great importance to Ye Xiaowu. He had casually handed over billions in shares to her, pampering her entirely like the apple of his eye.

A wave of refreshing coolness surged deep within his mouth, pulling An Youran's wandering consciousness back to reality. He slowly opened his eyes, yet the scene that greeted him nearly caused his heart to stop beating.

After dropping off the children and returning home, Ye Xiaomei noticed that new neighbors were beginning to move into the adjacent building. Curiosity caused her to linger outside the doorway for a moment, just in time to see a strikingly imposing man step out from within.

Having made thorough preparations, the Alliance forces simultaneously unleashed their peak strength, leaving their enemies with no choice but to either endure a barrage of ten thousand thundering strikes or withstand their full assault.

Su Yusheng had not expected Mo Feili to arrive at this juncture. Before he could react, the young man broke free from his grip and nimbly darted behind Mo Feili.

She was unwilling to let her master shoulder the stigma of harboring an evil disciple; she wanted her master to remain forever the lofty, revered Immortal Lord.

Earlier, his vision had been restricted, yet the bizarre figure had not attacked him. It seemed the strange entity possessed supreme confidence.

Just as Yang Qingdi once again sank into Shiva's alluring trance, Vishnu swiftly loosed a stealthy arrow from behind, tearing through the air.

While Erlang Shen and his entourage subdued Maitreya Buddha, the Sumeru realm also welcomed a very special guest.

As the black smoke dissipated, the giant's corpse was reduced entirely to a charred lump of coal. Approaching the remains, Luo Yu drew the machete strapped to his outer thigh and, mustering all his strength, delivered a ferocious slash across the giant's chest.

One must realize that the motorcycle rider was right in the middle of a bustling downtown street, and such a pretentious stunt naturally attracted the gaze of a crowd.

Yet, Situ Di merely smiled with serene detachment and nodded, saying, "You should go back and refine your riding skills. With your current martial general aura, you are still unequal to taming this ancient spirit steed."

Chen Feng had been deeply moved by the residents of Silver Lake Town. Unable to help himself, he strolled into a tavern in the city to sit and idle for a while, listening to various mundane gossip. Though devoid of the bloody strife of the secret realms and limited to petty household trifles, it was still remarkably interesting.

This single maneuver was immeasurably more formidable than his previous, somewhat panicked chain attacks.

The corpse general swung his long halberd, shattering the descending boulder into a flurry of stone chips. Raising the weapon toward the heavens, he roared in continuous fury, as if challenging the might of the skies.

The young man's fingers were distinct at the joints, glowing white like jade with fingernails tinted a faint pinkish hue—a sight that, in Qin Zong's eyes, was utterly adorable.

Having been brothers with Qian Mo for so many years, their bond was indistinguishable from that of true blood relatives. Seeing Qian Mo's state, he felt an unprecedented wave of anxiety, completely unaware of how many red lights he had already run.

While rebirth meant they had not truly died—a fact for which they ought to feel deeply grateful—allowing their sovereign's soul to reside within the frail body of an ordinary mortal devoid of all cultivation truly felt somewhat humiliating for their lord.

"Alright wife, let's go to sleep." Nangong Linniang pulled her close, wrapped his arms around her waist, and embraced her from behind. He had already grown accustomed to holding Ouyang Yingqi like this every single night.

Xie Bangui's descent grew increasingly rapid, until the gale force whipped up by his body was strong enough to part the surrounding clouds for nearly a zhang. Finally, after falling for a while longer, a platform roughly three zhang in diameter suddenly appeared before his eyes—that must be the stone pillar Mo Mingtian had spoken of.

Currently, Black Iron equipment was as exceedingly rare as Silver equipment, and the price of a single piece of Black Iron gear was astronomical.

"Nuo Mingyu is truly heavily injured, and I am worried." Her heart had remained suspended ever since they left; she had no idea whether the massive loss of blood would prove fatal.

Wu Ziqiang knew he was completely finished this time. Wang Zhanhao no longer merely viewed him as a rival or an enemy; he had now successfully been upgraded to a personal nemesis. Did he share some generational feud with the Wang family from a past life? Why was this father-son pair each more hateful toward him than the last?

I kept my head down, maintaining a calm and composed smile on my face while twirling a cherry stem between my fingers. My heart beat wildly against my ribs—these people were hardly easy to fool; every single one of them was a seasoned schemer. To deceive them, I had to become the most cunning schemer of all.

If they were worried that the Anxi army might suspect their side of deliberate negligence, why send forth a massive reinforcement of guards? And if they harbored suspicions regarding the Tang army's loyalty, why urge him to report with the utmost urgency? Was this not an obvious contradiction?