Chapter 42
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The Venomous Beauty did not know when it had also crept over here, slithering its serpentine body and rearing up in every corner of the Demon King's Palace. At the very least, it could feed on these blood-sucking, fickle fiends.
That single shout carried an earth-shattering momentum... The roar of dozens of grown men suddenly set the blood boiling.
The entire journey was silent. However, He Chen's killing intent grew increasingly intense. How could he allow such a tyrannical bully to continue living?
Upon entering the range of the catapult towers, boulders rained down like meteors. After just three or four strikes, the boss monster had its aggro locked, roaring as it charged toward a catapult tower.
Over the past two days, Zhang Yang and his group had been farming dungeons, yet they had only dropped a single piece of dark gold equipment—the one worn by the muscle-bound man. They had already grown accustomed to the notoriously stingy drop rates of dark gold gear; if a dungeon ever showered them in beams of black light, that would be the time for surprise.
Although Lin Zhantian did not understand why Lin Chen was so excited over this ordinary stone accessory, since Lin Chen liked it, Lin Zhantian did not say much more and simply paid for it on the spot.
"Hmph! Cat got your tongue? I knew you were an impostor!" Seeing Bi Lian stammering and wearing a guilty expression, Liu Ye was convinced she harbored malicious intentions. Sensing a prime opportunity to help the Second Concubine overthrow the First Wife, she stubbornly insisted that Bi Lian was masquerading as a servant of the Yu family.
Cang Ziyun's breath hitched, turning slightly chaotic. Feeling the lingering warmth of her lips on his cheek, a flush of red stained his handsome and bewitching face.
The moment Ming Fantian heard the door close, his heart tightened violently, and he slammed his tightly clenched fist hard against the wall.
Lin Huaibu shook his head. "I know what I need to do regarding this matter." After saying this, the struggle in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by firmness and persistence, as if he had made a weighty and resolute decision.
A completely one-sided situation had already unfolded on the arena stage. Under the bizarre ninjutsu attacks of the four ninja, the eight members of the Red Star Team had not even managed to land a single skill on them. The reason they refrained from deploying their swordsmen and Onmyoji was precisely to annihilate the Red Flag Army effortlessly while maintaining full health.
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At this moment, Chen Kun even felt his heartbeat stall, utterly devoid of any courage to mount even the slightest resistance.
Hearing this, the members of the Nangong family first wore expressions of intense fury. However, upon seeing the Patriarch remain silent—evidently tacitly confirming the truth of those words—their faces turned pale and incredulous.
Hearing her name called by an unfamiliar voice, Su Momo looked over in puzzlement. She was already accustomed to strangers knowing her name, yet she still could not help wanting to find out who this person was.
Arriving at the appointed place, she indeed saw Gao Chiyu, Liang Huahua, Xu Weize, and Yi Rong already waiting there.
Following that, the political winds at court shifted. The Censorate and the various ministries, led by the eldest brother, began absolving Prince Qi of suspicion, casting all the blame onto the Right Chancellor. Knowing his time was up and wishing to elevate his maternal grandson to the position of Crown Prince, the Right Chancellor offered no further defense, practically resigning himself to acknowledging his crimes and accepting execution.
With a single shout from Ye Chen, everyone around stared in shock at the calm-faced youth, then glanced over at their boss, unable to fathom how the situation would develop next.
Watching Ye Xun, who had fallen into a state of fascination before him, Chenlong felt a lingering sense of foreboding. Could the teacher really be about to execute the plan?
Yet Zhang Yang had no time to waste; every moment of delay carried an extra layer of danger, demanding a swift and decisive resolution, lest the consequences prove unimaginable.
Li Tianyun spoke in a booming voice, his internal Qi circulating ceaselessly. Even Elder Lin and Old Dao were slightly startled, knowing full well that Li Tianyun spoke the truth.
The instant the Young Master Huangquan made his move, Yun Mu's eyes snapped wide open, and he violently surged upward, sweeping his long spear horizontally to forcefully break free from the control of the blood poison.
Zhang Yihua was overjoyed. As long as there was a battle to be fought, he did not care what kind it was; anything was vastly better than rotting away from sheer boredom every day.
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However, the young man had finally met his match this time. Since he had ruthlessly tried to end Xiang Weimin's life without a second word, Liang Xin naturally would not stand on ceremony with him. Thus, Liang Xin raised his hand and slipped both the Ascending Sun Immortal Powder and the Desire-Quenching Smoke into the fellow's body.
At the time, I thought he was just spouting nonsense—how could a wooden tub explode out of nowhere, right? Did he really think a wooden tub was a Samsung phone, ready to blow up at any second?
With psychological preparation this time, Yun Mu no longer recklessly probed the spear with his divine sense. Instead, he simply grasped it firmly and observed it with meticulous care.
In other words, the current power of merit was stored within this sarira relic and had already solidified. If Lin Feng were to absorb it directly, he would obtain purely the power of merit without a single shred of spiritual energy.
By the end of it, I finally figured out what this guy was getting at. After all that fuss, he hadn't been scared of me at all; it seemed he still wanted to swindle some money out of me.
Liang Xin instinctively followed the direction of the lingering zither music, winding his way through three or four corridors until he entered Yuhan Palace. Stepping past the palace gates, he felt chilly, ghost-like winds sweeping across the courtyard. No wonder rumors claimed that seven imperial concubines had died here—it was an unadulterated ghost palace.
Tielan and the others crowded around to take a closer look upon hearing this, and sure enough, they discovered numerous scrape marks along the seams of the chest, meaning it had indeed been opened beforehand.
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