Chapter 49: Is Your Majesty Just Going to Let This Slide?

To experience such a sensation before the final curtain falls is truly a blessing. Perhaps I should walk this closing leg of my journey with a heart full of gratitude. On both sides of the road stretched endless, interconnected rice paddies, beneath a sky dotted with fluffy, wandering white clouds.

Leaving aside what the hastily summoned household servants might be thinking, the steward and the coachman had long since been utterly dumbfounded. Since Patron Kou was a devout follower of Buddhism, Steward Chen had naturally picked up a belief in deities and monsters to cater to his master, and by now, he clearly regarded the white horse as a legendary, auspicious divine beast.

Fang Chen suddenly recalled something and asked Ruoxi with a puzzled expression, "Oh? Has your hearing suddenly become this sharp?" Just moments ago, Ruoxi had been able to hear the telephone ringing from inside the kitchen; such auditory acuity was far beyond ordinary.

With those words, Gu Le closed his eyes once again, plunging back into deep slumber. Everyone present looked on in utter bewilderment. Gu Le had suddenly awakened and uttered such inexplicable words—was it sleepwalking, or did it carry some sort of portent?

The departing employees cast quizzical glances at Sister Hong and me, but without lingering, they turned and left. As Xiang Chen passed by us, he stuck out his tongue and made a playful face at me.

"Damn it, Shao Jun is in there too, we've been ambushed!" This voice pierced straight into the ears of Monk With Manners.

The imperial guards, who had been retreating step by step only moments before, seized the opportunity and launched an all-out counterattack. Fighting with desperate ferocity, they dealt Liu Yi’s forces a devastating blow; coupled with such reckless, life-or-death slaughter, the enemy troops instantly collapsed into total disarray.

At this thought, the three of them could not help casting a glance at Ying Lie. For the moment, whether it was saving lives or ensuring their own survival, they would likely have to rely on this fellow in the short term.

"Heh, this Empire Tournament should be restricted to those belonging to the Empire Continent, shouldn't it? For you lot to participate... isn't that going a bit too far?" The Yin-Yang Dead Puppet King stepped forward slightly, unleashing an overwhelming momentum that surged directly toward the Myriad Corpses Venerable, as he spoke in a soft yet resonant voice.

I stared at my phone, beginning to test the hypothesis forming in my mind. He Mingyue finally gave up on interrogating me, picking up my phone instead to open the address book. Upon discovering that there was only a single number listed within, she froze in obvious astonishment.

That crude door appeared unadorned on the surface, yet it guarded a fragmented mass of heavy, imposing seals behind it, making it entirely impassable.

Thus, regardless of how many derogatory remarks Zaizai uttered about Jiang Chengyan in front of Bai Yan, the truth was that Jiang Chengyan did not show his face before the mother and son for the entire afternoon.

Vehicles congested the streets, while students wandering the campus and tourists attending the exhibition streamed by endlessly, brushing shoulders in a dense crowd.

On the left side of the grand hall sat the various teams participating in the Firmament Cup Tournament, while the right side accommodated the high-ranking dignitaries and nobles of the State of Xia. The distinction was evident in their attire and manner of speech. These elites gathered in focused attention, occasionally exchanging murmurs as they observed the contestants of the Firmament Cup.

"Look at that, I've earned ten gold coins! You guys didn't place any bets, aren't you regretting it now~" Liu Xinchen held the newly won prize money in her palm, waving it triumphantly in front of them with a smug air.

Over the past decade, Chu Feng had whispered countless tales of Ye Yang's atrocities into her ear, and she had long since nurtured a profound, bitter hatred for that scoundrel.

Mu Yichen personally pulled out a chair for Jun Qing, settling her comfortably beside him before instructing his assistant to attend to her with tea and water.

Acting Agent Lu fought two opponents simultaneously yet remained completely unruffled; instead, every single strike hit their vital points, and the two gradually found themselves unable to withstand his onslaught.

Who would have thought that the static electricity technique could be so powerful, actually managing to knock out two major bandits? What was the point of learning physical combat arts then? Wouldn't it be better if everyone just learned static electricity instead? That way, nobody would ever have to fear bandits again, and a realm where the world was free of thieves would be nothing short of reality.

After all, Sisi was truly Master Silver, holding multiple blueprints in her possession, making her the most likely candidate to approach the Loulan Project and breach the mechanical city.

"Binding of Suffocation—quite agonizing, isn't it? I've drawn out all the air around you to form a vacuum domain. Not only will you be unable to breathe, but shortly your body will swell up like a balloon and go 'bang' as it explodes." Bai Yu gazed at the Paladin with a gentle, smiling expression.

Leona, Qilin, and Sun Wukong all nodded in unison, though their eyes remained locked on that needle-like staff.

"Acceptable, quite fair." Teis tapped his fingers rhythmically against the table in thought before nodding in agreement.

When the Heavenly Magnet Bead entered Wu Xingyun's black mist, it caused not a ripple, yet the gazes of the onlookers grew even more fervent. This was a heavenly-grade artifact capable of being stored within one's dantian, possessing extraordinary might; the longer it was nurtured within the dantian, the more versatile and responsive it became in combat.

Hao Yehai surged with pitch-black demonic light as a ghostly horn sprouted from his forehead, propelling him into the Horned Demon transformation state. With an icy glare, he slashed his sword forward like a streak of lightning directly into the swirling vortex of sword qi.

Yet they watched as Fusu remained entirely calm and composed, showing not the slightest trace of panic as he quietly observed the battle unfolding between the two armies.

Recalling the deeds he had committed while under mind control, Duke Garmized harbored an intense, burning hatred for Maria Belle and the Rozo clan.

With incomplete memories and holding a modern weapon fashioned from dark alloy in his hand, such a Sun Wukong...

Jiang Yuelong hurled the knife far away into the distance, ducked down to climb into the driver's seat, and slammed his foot on the accelerator, speeding off into the distance in an instant. Wu Meifang remained seated on the street, enduring the pointing and whispering of the passing crowds, as expressionless and numb as a block of stone.

Yang Jun and Yang Yang shared a special relationship; the reason Yang Yang hadn't explicitly clarified this to Yue Jian stemmed from his own private considerations.

Seeing that the Tantan police had come from afar and struck straight at the heart of the matter, Wu Meifang surmised that they had already secured substantial evidence.

Alger's mouth dropped open in sudden, overwhelming surprise, while Gehrman simply shook his head, looking as though he had already grown accustomed to it.

He had already decided that the primary objective of this mission was to play the role of the "Nightwatcher," digest the potion within his body, and enjoy a leisurely journey along the way. As for handling the incident itself, the priority was finding a plausible and reasonable explanation.

Legend has it that the Yellow Emperor, Ji Xuanyuan, while establishing his capital at Xuantu Hill known as "Youxiong," encountered a demonic upheaval unprecedented in hundreds of years. For reasons unknown, the seals on the boundary barriers suddenly weakened, allowing a vast horde of demons to flood into the mortal realm, wreaking wanton destruction and slaughter.

Shinjo pulled up one of the opponent's arms, then exerted his strength to hoist the somewhat limp Qianqing Deng to his feet.

"What? You mentioned divorce to Xiao Linchuan? And you did it right in front of so many of his sworn brothers?" Upon hearing what Shen Yanyue had just pulled off at the club, her best friend Wei Qianqian nearly dropped her jaw in sheer disbelief.

The haughty proprietress of Haizheng Catering possessed a most peculiar disposition—she was an absolute control freak who could not tolerate an old countrywoman. Even her husband and mother-in-law had to tread carefully and read her facial expressions just to share a meal.

Wuxu said nothing. She sat down on the edge of the bed, gently scooped up a spoonful of soup, tested the temperature against her lips, and brought it to my mouth.