Volume One, Chapter 47: The Banquet, Astonishing All!

Another voice spoke: “Your third sister is being bullied down there. How can we not go down? I’d like to see who dares to be so bold.” The voice was mellow and resonant, filled with magnetic allure.

In the brief skirmish earlier, Cao Peng had already sensed that this man’s strange power was much like his own, able to drive a mysterious energy within to enhance his physical strength.

The man in black sneered coldly. His long, withered fingers snapped in succession, sending corpse bags spiraling through the air, all swooping down upon Yang Chenfeng.

“You’ve always wanted to kill me, but you don’t have the ability. I advise you to give up; otherwise, I won’t show any mercy,” Su Yang said helplessly.

As for the Silver General and Bronze General, they were considered fairly ordinary ranks—soldiers of silver or bronze strength. They only held the title of “General” because they wielded a little more authority or had more battlefield experience than the average bronze or silver soldier, making the title more of an honorific.

A surge of immense power suddenly erupted from Yin Hongyuan, who transformed his spiritual sense into two gigantic hands towering toward the sky. One hand blotted out the sun as it reached for Yixuan’s black-and-white disk, while the other struck directly at Yixuan himself.

It was impossible for newcomers entering the Mountain of Ten Thousand Beasts to immediately discover so many lurking conspiracies in the shadows.

As Zimo landed, he glanced back, then twisted his body to dash away. His entire form was bent in motion, every muscle tensed and dynamic, moving at breakneck speed.

The doppelganger of the Five Venom Demon Lord glared, sending a fierce aura crashing over Yixuan. He stumbled back several steps before regaining his footing—his breath came in sharp gasps, but he was otherwise unharmed.

Beneath him, inside that unimaginably vast iceberg, the faint outlines of heaps of demon corpses could be seen, which lent a macabre touch to its crystalline beauty.

But nothing is set in stone. Sword Seven could handle all manner of foes with just a staff. There was no rule against using such a weapon against a swordsman. Besides, with every inch of added length comes an advantage—a spear’s reach already surpasses that of a single-handed sword.

Beneath the sunlight, the eunuch trembled as he climbed to his feet. His legs buckled, nearly sending him sprawling again, so he had no choice but to hunch over and support himself against the wall, inching toward the palace gate.

Yet for some reason, Chen Rui didn’t refuse. Perhaps it was because Su Xian’er had given him so many pleasant surprises, never letting him down.

At least when she demanded Wen Chan’s life, she hadn’t thought that her death could conveniently be used to drive the Song family away. Now, thinking back, Han Dun must have realized from the start that Wen Chan’s death could serve such a purpose.

But he was not the only one with such insight. When Cheese voiced his suspicion, the other two’s expressions mirrored his own. Though the First Gray Robe had once likened his students to seedlings, his disciples preferred to see themselves as mushrooms that had grown by chance in the shade of a great tree.

After making the call and sending the documents, he lay down to rest. When he awoke, it was already past five in the morning.

But this was the mages’ domain. If neither side understood the terrain, it was clear the fairies would suffer the greater loss.

After Dr. Zhu left, Xiao Ruo was visibly agitated—perhaps influenced by the doctor’s words. From early morning, she stayed with her mother, coming down at noon to eat, then returning upstairs. With nothing else to do, Xu Anmo wandered into Xiao Ruo’s room to play on her computer.

Three years ago, Maggie Ying passed the provincial exam. Though she was celebrated locally, she was still young and her rank was not high.

To get close, the Ironblood Guards would still need some time to reach the Unrivaled Secret Guards’ ranks. The Secret Guards, knowing they were no match in hand-to-hand combat, opted to attack from afar with talismans, refusing to engage in close quarters.

Gradually, the full moon ascended to the zenith. Silver light poured down, striking the mouth of the well. From the depths came a bellow like a bull; muddy water gushed over the edge. Clumps of bodies, tangled like waterweeds, were pushed out by the flood. If one looked closely, they could make out skulls wrapped in skin and bones, and human hides bleached white by the water.

Yu Sheng knew he was in the wrong. For days, Ouyang Xue had called him repeatedly, and he’d given her the cold shoulder, never expecting she’d come knocking at his door.

“What if another gang attacks while Liu Si is newly dead, or if our own people start killing each other over the leadership? What if people die?” Li Yu asked anxiously.

Griffin didn’t look at the expressions of Yu Sheng and the others—perhaps he feared embarrassing them—but the corners of his mouth did curl upward in a faint smile.

“My left eye… it’s empty?” Reaching out with trembling fingers, Luo Che could hardly believe what he felt.

If only he’d heard such words in his own childhood, perhaps his fate would not have been so tragic.

Even before his Phoenix Flame had fully awakened, he had already shattered the entire Big Mama Pirates and stood his ground against one of the Four Emperors.

Of course, if you included tariffs and such, the cost wouldn’t be just two yuan, but five or six. The tariffs were truly high. Judging by the price in the United States, there’s no way the tariff was so little, but Han Pi bought wholesale. What others charged was their business and had nothing to do with him.

As for Nasha, it would be next spring before word could come. So with the Chen family having such income now, it was already quite impressive.