Chapter Ninety-Two: Fierce Competition

It seemed that this match would indeed be worth watching.

The first round lasted a full hour before it finally came to an end.

Though the contest was brief, every participant who had come was either a person of real accomplishment in traditional medicine or a leading figure from some region.

So more than an hour was already enough for each competitor to show his strength.

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The fierce pain in her abdomen felt so real that she could not help believing it. The last time she had felt that same agony had been five years ago, yet she had never forgotten it, nor would she ever.

"Only dragons enlightened with wisdom can speak. But in truth, only dragons of the seventh rank can comprehend wisdom—namely the red dragons and black dragons. The black dragon I once saw was a powerful being capable of conversing with humans," Sosa said with narrowed eyes.

If he had not been so lecherous, the princess's mother, the former empress, would not have died.

In Valentine’s mind, the legacy he had left behind should have been enough to buy half the town, yet Luo Yan searched the entire mage tower and still found nothing truly valuable.

The man before him—Alex believed—had only killed a dozen or so greenskins because he simply did not wish to steal his teammates' glory.

The white, indomitable body of the Dragon Griffin Venerable was now wrapped in thread after thread of seductive red aura, gradually covering him from head to toe.

She did not dare to sound too serious, and could only speak in a joking tone, yet her heart had already tightened, both hopeful and afraid of what Qu Shengjun might say next.

So while she was still clear-minded, she had to leave at once; otherwise, her thick-skinned self might come up with yet another excuse to stay.

"I do not truly want you to think about it," Zhou Zimeng said lightly. "I am only afraid you might regret it."

For seven or eight years in the House of Misty Rain, however, Madam Li had raised her in such pampered delicacy that she was not allowed to do any work at all. The maids attended to her every need, from daily life to meals and drink, and she had scarcely ever touched a drop of cold water. For many years she had not washed clothes by her own hand, and her fingers were as tender and fair as jade scallions.

Some days ago, they had once again carried out some new scheme to seize the fields, and the common people could scarcely survive. Many had been stripped by those corrupt officials until they could not even afford a meal at home.

Ahead of him stood a tall, bare volcano of deep red, with crimson rock fragments strewn about. Faint wisps of blue-gray smoke rose from time to time, and apart from a few hardy plants scattered here and there, the ground was nearly barren.

Han Wei was very pleased with Dian Wei's move to stop Ma Chao this time. This was exactly the kind of lone minister he wanted—never forming factions, always traveling alone. That spirit of disregarding all ties of kin and friendship was precisely what a personal bodyguard ought to have.

With that said, Bai Sen got up at once and fled like the wind, leaving only Zhuang Yi standing there dumbly.

The levels of these dragon hybrids had actually reached fifty-eight. Before long, they would be able to enter the fourth stage, which showed just how formidable that damned great lizard was; by rough estimate, it must have been around level seventy-five.

Yet no one had ever seen her make a move, and no one knew that her cultivation was so formidable. Such immortal bearing and peerless brilliance—she dissolved the attacks of two top young powerhouses so lightly and effortlessly that it was truly astonishing.

The renown of Di Qing shines through the annals of history; if it could be built upon Yao Jingyan's plan, it would likely be the best of both worlds.

Han Wei fought and withdrew together with Ji Ling, still locked in a dead heat. The two battled from night until noon. The people of Ye County had all shut their doors, and the streets were nearly empty, so no matter how Han Wei fled, Ji Ling could still track his movements.

Three days later, Emperor Liu Xie received the memorial from Xu Province’s Governor, Zhuge Xuan, which detailed in full the crimes of King of Langya Liu Xi’s rebellion.

"Tch, wasn't he the one who came rushing over to find abuse for himself?" Of course, Yao Jingyan did not say this to Yang Xian; he only thought it to himself.