Chapter 34: Did I Give You Permission?

The hand pierced through Jiang Yu’s chest, yet he felt only scorching heat. It turned out that Jiang Yu had long since achieved elemental body fusion; what he had thrust his hand into was merely a mass of Judgment Flame.

Zhang Chaoyang of Sohu had staked everything this time, determined to push Sohu Weibo to the status of an industry unicorn.

Revealing his true form, Jiang Yu drew the Green Rust blade he had not wielded for a long time. The hilt coalesced in his hand, and the emerald-green blade slowly took shape. The majestic surge of baleful energy even startled the Baleful Star.

His beast-transformed hands reverted to their original state due to a lack of energy, but the severe damage was visible; many of his meridians had burst, a clear aftereffect of the bestialization.

Kage-sa Sadaaki hung up the phone after speaking. Listening to the line go dead, Zhang Xiaolin’s eyes glinted with a sinister light. With a gloomy expression and a slight twitch of his lips, he lit a cigarette and looked toward Yu Yefeng and Yu Chen.

Yet, Xiao Ning was in no mood to appreciate the view. His mind was racing, desperately searching for a way to resolve this crisis; Xiao Xun’er was not some ordinary person who could be easily deceived.

The whiteboard was the type commonly used in conference rooms, a square about a meter wide, more embedded into the wall than hung upon it.

Whenever I asked Wang Xing what had happened over those few months, he was always evasive and vague.

Vaguely, one could see some unknown purple substance traveling along the tentacles into that mass of energy. Gradually, the purple matter vanished, and at that moment, Liehuo awakened.

I packed the remaining scented balm into my Wish-Fulfillment Space Stone, intending to distribute it all later, though I planned to keep one or two for myself.

A look of smug satisfaction rose on his face, though his tensed muscles could not hide the glance he was secretly casting toward Councilman Ye beside me.

"Fine, I'll go post it." Someone volunteered. The ship had a dedicated entertainment room with a crystal ball projection mode; in just a moment, the drawings could be uploaded to domestic websites. Even the tourists were visible within the crystal ball, lending it high authenticity.

The princes, prime ministers, and ministers with the most decision-making power were not actually concerned with the cause of the Crown Prince's illness, but rather how the entire country should function during his sickness and after his passing.

Of course, there were differences between zombies and the living; for instance, no matter how powerful a necromancer might be, it was difficult to make their facial expressions match those of the living, as a certain stiffness was hard to eliminate.

"Don't worry, Xiao Se won't hold it against you. It's just that there are some emotional knots that need to be untied. He knows his limits and won't betray you," I assured her.

Here, the Phoenix Clan held an innate advantage; even without her personally presiding, no major mishaps would occur.

Zhang Meixi had gained a degree of freedom and wandered about. There were a telephone and a telegraph in Robert’s room, but she had no desire to enter. With indifferent white guards posted at the courtyard gate, she also abandoned any attempt to venture out.

This trip to England carried only four national gifts: specialty tea, rainbow silk fabrics, Pien Tze Huang medicinal cosmetics, and fire diamond ornaments. The retail price of this batch of fire diamonds in the British market was four thousand pounds, while the cost price was less than two pounds.

He was caught in such a dilemma, thinking of how he had guarded this dragon bone alone for years, only to end up in such a fate.

The staff member complied. When the curtains of Room 801 were drawn back, we could clearly see the staff member's figure. Following Xiao Se’s request, the person waved toward our location, and Xiao Se waved back in response.

It was a life-or-death duel under the dark sky. The two combatants traced beautiful yet cruel double helices in the air; she swung her blade continuously, and blood intertwined between them.

Of course, no one wanted such things to happen, but Cheng Qian was simply taking precautions, planning from the worst-case scenario.

"Fellow Daoist Cheng, what should we do? The formation has been destroyed. If the Demon Race is truly released, won't the events of a million years ago repeat themselves?" Bing Linglong asked, her face somewhat pale.

When Lin Qian went to the appointment, he had mixed motives. One was to bury the hatchet with her, and the second was to put an end to her expectations. He believed that feelings could not be left unresolved; not showing up would only make Yin’er overthink and would further encourage Yan Luoqiu to hold onto hope.

The Marquis of Treville’s mansion was not spared either. Sunlight pierced through the gaps between the windows, drilling in mercilessly to cast mottled, flickering shadows against the walls, bringing the sweltering heat of summer along with it.

Just yesterday, he had spoken with officials from the Audit Office and appeared to have gained their support.

Following her gaze, he looked down and discovered his pajamas had fallen open, revealing a large expanse of skin on his chest. His face could not help but flush red.

Thick fog churned restlessly, and from within came the sounds of fighting, interspersed with the angry roars of the three leaders of the Red Star, yet no figures could be seen.

Upon hearing the news, Trist and the elders were both terrified and filled with fury.

The sudden visit of His Imperial Majesty Emperor Franz Joseph to France was such terrifying, abrupt news to the Russians. They had heard nothing of it beforehand, and when the Austrian Ministry of Foreign Affairs made it public, St. Petersburg was immediately thrown into a panic.

*Swish...* Like reaping wheat, every swing of Zhao Xin’s Bagua Furnace knocked down a swathe of Jiuli tribesmen. Though the scene was impressive, the lethality was somewhat lacking; after all, compared to the other four tribes, the Jiuli were quite thick-skinned.

Receiving a definite answer, Xue Zhong immediately decided to follow Miya’s suggestion. Although it was a bit late to curry favor with the elves, it was certainly wiser than killing an elf right now. While practitioners must have a firm Daoist heart, they were by no means madmen who would start a war without reason.

Under the gaze of countless eyes, a gray rainbow finally tore through the horizon in the distance, appearing at last above the sky of Shenwu Island.