Guild

The final syllable of Ye Feng’s last sentence rose slightly, carrying a tone that was both threatening and bewitching. Mu Jianzhang pursed his lips into a smile and nodded, but when he looked at his old friend, he noticed Gu Yi’s expression slowly darkening.

Once everyone returned to Berwick Castle, Sir William immediately ordered his manservant to bring Isabella, Captain Hawkins, and his own brothers into the castle’s council chamber. He then instructed his attendants to imprison the Scottish knight in the dungeon and ensure that the various spoils of war brought back by Isabella and her group were properly stored.

The air was heavy with the brewing storm. That day, several elderly men set up a chessboard under the village’s geomantic tree, while cars passed by from time to time.

Upon reaching this conclusion, a shadow of gloom flickered across Auster’s azure eyes. Why fear? Why was everyone afraid of him?

The demon clansmen currently in battle suddenly felt an inexhaustible surge of strength. Having been completely suppressed by the human martial artists, the demons found that this unexpected change allowed them to unleash even greater combat power.

Hu Jiuniang’s words seemed meant to comfort the Azure Dragon, yet also to convince herself that Qin Feng would surely be fine. Muttering to herself, she remained completely deaf to the White Tiger’s words.

She slowly raised her head. In the ink-black night sky, a few sparse stars were scattered, dim and lusterless.

Furthermore, the eldest son’s composure and sharpness combined with the second son’s grace and agility—one firm, one soft, one swift, one steady—made their clever coordination the vital foundation that prevented them from ever losing ground in a prolonged battle.

However, after that particular venomous insect fell, it quickly retreated from the other two, as if fleeing from something it feared.

Chi Yan’s body plummeted from the void. Everyone gazed at Lin Fei with astonishment; it was hard to imagine that a ghost messenger from the world of the living could possess such formidable power after death.

At these words, Ye Haoran’s brows instantly arched. He did not know if Xu Yun had spoken by coincidence or by design. But upon seeing the look in Xu Yun’s eyes—a gaze that seemed to see through everything—he knew it was the latter.

“So, it turns out it’s just me.” Thinking this, Jiang Chonglang felt a sudden sense of gloom: “Forget it, don’t overthink it. Better head home.” With that thought, he prepared to go downstairs.

Yet, Mo Wuque was uncertain; after all, his crystal bow was a product of the natural world, not a supernatural artifact of myth. He did not know if it were even possible to forge it into a divine weapon.

Feng Shilang kissed Gong Lingyuan’s pretty face once more, then looked at the other beauties who watched with envy, a helpless and comforting smile appearing on his handsome face.

The golden avatar shouted, and the Golden Sun Sword in his hand instantly erupted with dazzling golden light before he unleashed a strike through the air toward the spirit manifestation of the Pill God Cauldron.

“Look here, since you’ve already taken in Jian Lun, why not just take these two as well? Hehehe~” Jian Dan said with a cheeky grin, fawning over Lin Tian.

Faced with such accusations from Han Yuchao, Ye Lili did not retort as she usually would. Instead, she nodded obediently, looking like a student who had made a mistake and was waiting for the teacher’s reprimand.

A limited-edition Maybach was a rare sight; many wealthy people in the world wanted to buy one, but because of the lack of supply, they could only look on with longing.

Lin Fei opened his eyes again, and a bolt of cold lightning shot from his gentle gaze—a strike of intense, fierce power.

Man and dragon stood in confrontation, blood dripping from the dragon’s tail onto the ground, forming a faint pool of crimson.

The dean of Ye Ye Academy spoke thus, then pushed a black glazed jar toward Carotus. Carotus chuckled, wiped the rim of the jar with his hand, and pushed it toward Ye Luan. Ye Luan did not hesitate; a second gemstone clattered into the jar, followed by Lin Xi, Lan Ying, and Yi Lanshan.

Fourthly, the Longhua Group had poached a large number of high-end talents from the Hebao Group, completely paralyzing its operations. This loss of talent triggered resignations among lower-level employees, further impacting property sales.

Hearing such shameless words from a boy she liked so much, Liu Yan felt humiliated. She wanted to resist, but she could not summon a shred of strength from her entire body.

As the battle escalated, the power of their attacks increased several times over. In the blink of an eye, the battlefield shifted from the ground to the sky and back again, constantly changing as they fought in a deadlocked struggle.

“It’s fine, go ahead!” everyone said in unison. “Don’t miss the auspicious hour.” They had no idea what auspicious hour there could possibly be; Ma Zhe had clearly set the time on a whim.

“Bluffing? Who’s bluffing? I really do intend to buy this castle, because like that restaurant, what’s underneath—the parts people can’t see—is far more fascinating than the polished exterior,” Mu Chendong said in a playful tone.

In the black veil of night, if one did not observe with extreme care, these three creatures looked as if they had melted into the darkness.

The right claw gripped the ground tightly, and then, with the combined force of the other limbs, the body vaulted into the air, its long, azure-glowing tail lashing out violently.

Experts of every realm were divided into three grades based on their stage of development; for instance, in the True Martial Realm, they were ranked from low to high as First-Grade, Second-Grade, and Third-Grade True Martial.

“Are the meridians connecting the first and second layers severed, or have you already tried using them?” Lxu asked, posing a question.

Aman, however, refused to hand over the biscuit. He looked down at the chocolate wrapper by my feet, then at the rectangular biscuit in his hand, and once again brought it to his mouth, tearing the packaging open with his teeth—savage and effective.

Just as the strife reached a white-hot intensity, several photographs were delivered to famous newspapers in Shanghai, dropping another depth charge into the turbulent waters of the Jing’an District.

“Yes, Your Majesty. This subordinate will see to it immediately. Please, have no worries.” Shu Li spoke respectfully. His somewhat cute, baby-faced appearance belied a cold, loyal nature.

He spoke dismissively, offering little detail about his injuries. He did not tell Su Xi that, at the time, the doctors had already declared him dead.

Dance music slowly began to play, and beautiful women filed in like clouds. Yet, the watching ministers were unimpressed, and the generals frowned deeply. At a time like this, no one wanted to watch singing and dancing; they wished they could drive the dancers away and leave immediately.

To stay alive, the only way was to hand Lin Xuan over to that person to vent his anger; only then would there be a glimmer of hope for survival.

“Since you don’t like being called 'Senior,' then I shall call you 'Young Master Bai'!” Long Qianjue did not stand on ceremony; after all, he still had to thank him for taking Cheng’er, the disciple of Yi’er, as a student.