Chapter 83: Cui Xiangqun Has Fled?

Two factions faced each other, separated by the pitch-black car windows, their gazes meeting warily. Every eye was filled with vigilance.

Jiang Butong also noticed Jiang Yuan. At the moment when the two cars slowly drew near, he opened the car door.

“Now!” Jiang Butong uttered in a low voice. He knew they could not wait any longer; fortune favors the bold. If the other side seized the initiative, they would be forced into a passive position—especially since Jiang Butong was now...

“Sir, I have a request. Could you take Mi Zi to the Princess’s residence?” Luo Zi asked.

All around was nothingness, utter darkness, devoid of anything. No sensation of body or limbs could be felt; Zhang Hongyi’s consciousness was so frail that only after a long slumber could he briefly awaken.

“So you helped me only for the Four Seas Pearl.” The goodwill Uncle Zi had just felt for this gentleman evaporated instantly.

Old grievances were raised again. Seeing Gu Yicheng remain as tight-lipped as ever, offering no clear answer, Marquis An Guo’s temper flared. He stared coldly, his hands slapping the table, demanding a resolution.

For the sake of caution, Li Feng offered up his only two cultivated demon shells to aid the breakthrough.

“Liu Chong always brings a mysterious person with him, including in his secret talks with Wang Kuang. Judging by attire, he looks like a guest minister, but Liu Chong’s attitude toward him isn’t at all like that—rather, it’s extremely respectful. This person wears a cloak, never reveals his face, and is guarded by eight bodyguards who never leave his side,” Mi Zi continued.

This made Li Feng’s heart feel as if it had sunk into an icy valley, stifled and cold. Gao Xiong’s remains were buried not far away by his own hands, so he had no mood to relax here; otherwise, it would seem as if he were shirking his duty or breaking his promise.

“Thank you.” Uncle Zi struggled to stand. As he moved his lips, pain flared across his cheek; touching his face, he remembered he had been wounded there as well.

Chu Ci frowned, thought for a moment, and finally decided to speak. Just as he made up his mind, their bodies suddenly went limp, and they collapsed to the ground in a faint.

Seemingly reckless, yet harboring malice, he had been easily defeated by Qi Xun and Yin Wan, but continued to train obsessively in secret, trying to get closer to them.

On the electronic screen, a gigantic creature, reminiscent of a jellyfish, blotted out half the sky, casting vast shadows. These images, taken jointly by spy satellites and high-altitude reconnaissance aircraft, were exceptionally clear and transmitted simultaneously to countries around the world.

This statement was no exaggeration. In the presence of a God King-level powerhouse, those who once stood at the pinnacle of the pyramid among the gods—the main gods themselves—became utterly powerless, reduced to mere ants incapable of resistance.

Which currency system in the world is truly rock-solid? The euro? The dollar? The yen? Or the renminbi? So, in Qin Shaoyou’s view, Tang Lingling’s question was rather laughable.

Xia Qing hurried over to help Yang Shulan, who nearly lost her footing, while Yun Xi went straight to the driver’s side door.

Jiang Xinglong was merely guilty of harboring criminals, nothing to worry about. The real concern was Bian Benyi—mass drug trafficking and manufacturing, either offense enough to warrant a bullet. Thus Yuan Mu Jin, waiting anxiously, kept praying for heaven’s mercy, with Luo Yifan constantly comforting her.

At that moment, the stage’s smoke effects began to dissipate, and an astonishingly beautiful figure emerged.

He first convened the senior members of the Watch Alliance for a meeting, shared his thoughts, and after a round of discussion, the final outcome was compromise.

Zuo Rongrong cast a fierce glance at Zhou Jian, said nothing, and walked straight to her desk to start packing her things.

Gracia’s earlier threat to make Starwatch suffer was mere bluster. Now, Artis was still locked in confrontation with the rebels, and Hell was in utter chaos. Besides Artis’s Crimson Fortress, every city and faction on each layer was in turmoil, especially the first, second, third, and fifth layers, all scarred by battle.