Volume 1, Chapter 31: The Regent’s Secret Affection

"If you have any questions, please ask the master of the house. We have affairs to attend to at our own estate, so we shall not stay any longer." Lady Ji spoke in a hushed tone, exchanging a meaningful glance with Lady Mo and Lady Gong.

However, just as the young man grew old enough to follow his father on hunts, the mountain suddenly collapsed. Everything happened so abruptly, with no warning and no way to foresee it.

Liu Dingtian stopped mid-flight, looking down at the seabed in confusion. The talisman he had cast did not detonate as he had expected; instead, it vanished without a sound or stir, as if he had merely dropped a scrap of ordinary paper.

To be honest, our status within the organization is insignificant. We are the most junior staff members, the kind who, in the last century, would have been dismissed as mere temporary workers.

Fang Tianmu’s expression remained cold. He did not believe a word of Tan Duhe’s nonsense, but the energy he sensed emanated from every single gust within the tornado. It was a massive, intangible entity of power, and no matter how it had been formed, as long as it possessed energy, Fang Tianmu had nothing to fear.

Qin Ming had washed all the ingredients and chopped them into the shapes needed for stir-frying, pan-searing, or braising. With their vibrant colors and varied cuts, they were enough to whet anyone’s appetite.

Most of the reporters had already drifted away. Having captured the footage they needed, they had no interest in lingering to watch Qi Hao flaunt his arrogance.

"You..." Watching the Xuanyuan Sword vanish before his eyes and seeing the deathly pallor on Yun Chen’s face, the Azure Dragon was momentarily rendered speechless.

Hearing Zhou Wutian put it that way, the others felt their nerves settle. Since Liu Dan knew they were there but had yet to summon them, it meant the situation was still within his control. Naturally, they felt it best not to interfere and patiently waited in silence.

Mu Ziyun wanted to ask Ge Yuan to try using his flying daggers to die in their stead, but Ge Yuan gave a wry smile, explaining that the daggers had only served to lure the demonic creatures at the time; they were not actually capable of replacing a human life.

At this moment, Duyan was scrutinizing the gift the Fairy Sister had bestowed upon him under the moonlight, even harboring a desperate hope that Lady Ling might suddenly appear by his side.

In other words, it refused to demean itself by allowing those Japanese soldiers—none of whom held a rank higher than lieutenant—to toy with it.

Of course, the most terrifying aspect was the roar. Nine ferocious beast heads raised their necks to shriek in unison, their discordant sonic waves merging into a singularly powerful and eerie force, capable of dulling one’s five senses, plunging a person into a state of instant stupor, and annihilating their soul without a whisper.

The four "Young Masters" of the streaming platforms—Dragon King, War Cat, All-People, and Skyfish—had arrived at the scene of the inaugural battle of the Dragon Clan League.

Secondly, this served as a blunt message to everyone: the Xuantian Sect held dominion over the Southern Frontier. Even if they remained in seclusion, no stir or movement within their own backyard could escape their watchful gaze.

High in the air, Guang Fenghua’s shoulders shook violently, shattering the invading frost of the ice needles. He then cast a dark, somber gaze toward Bi Bufan in the distance.

The elder leading them had to be Yi Feng, the "Elder of Unruffled Temper," who decades ago had slain over a dozen high-level and peak-level world-breakers with just three strikes. If one were to calculate, he must be at least one hundred and sixty years old, yet he had actually come in person.

Seeing him dare to attack Ye Xingchen, he immediately unleashed a Blazing Heavenly Tomb, burning the alchemist’s core and the liquid metal that composed his body until nothing remained.

The High Priest’s authority was formidable, but now, in the twilight of his years and with the threat of death looming at any moment, the pressure he exerted was far less than it had been a year ago. With A-Hui taking the lead, the crowd's discontent was ignited once more.