33. The Imperial Palace Trial (Conclusion)

Thousands of years ago, these tribes often could not survive the winters, especially when it snowed.

You hide in the shadows, perhaps few in number, yet you control immense wealth and power in this world. If you were to spark an uprising, it would plunge the world into chaos. Fortunately, neither Dreams nor Ronald Cohen have taken such action yet.

Now that Su Zixian has moved in, she can talk to Liu Yuanyuan about the Japanese ninja matter.

The Duan family estate is equipped with many surveillance cameras. If illusion magic is used and caught on camera, it will be much harder to employ this tactic here in the future.

Da Hui spoke softly, his tone grave, carrying an undertone of “I have powerful backing behind me.”

Some have left their cultivation insights here, visible only to worthy successors.

Of course, once the signal fire is lit, this squad can retreat immediately, followed by the arrival of large-scale troops.

Early the next morning, Teng Tianzhen, still suffering a hangover, groggily went to inspect Wubo.

Su Ying shrank back little by little, the panic in her eyes unmistakable.

On the phone, Su Zixian said she had secretly gotten a boyfriend long ago and wanted to bring him home to meet her mother.

“It seems I can’t be too merciful to Tang Scar. I must find an opportunity to take him out!” Wushuang said ruthlessly.

“Taoyuan Town will eventually become Taoyuan City!” In Wang Hao’s heart, this was inevitable, and he was not afraid to say so openly in front of Bu Qing.

In the center of the empty funeral hall stood four coffins; their lids were set aside, revealing they were empty.

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“Haha, I can invite you too,” Tang Feng said, feeling pleased whenever he thought of the manuscript by Li Shizhi, and he found Su Qing more agreeable to look at.

This item, capable of being embedded within the ancient bell, must be indestructible. If it were so easily destroyed, it would be useless to keep. Better to examine it further; perhaps new discoveries await.

With a sigh, Liu Xuan lightly touched the Nine Suns Mirror, instantly dispelling Lin Yi’s mystical arts.

But that throw had a bit too much force behind it. And because it was too far forward, even Liu Yuxiang, the speed star, could not catch up.

Yuan Lin and the others had to deal with these sharks. Although fierce, they ultimately failed.

“It’s okay, I will do my best to protect everyone. Keep watch below and inform me immediately if anything happens,” Su Can said, increasing his control over the Seven Star Tower. However, its suction grew stronger, and he could no longer control its descent, his face flushing red.

Wushuang gritted his teeth, the cold blooded blade in his hand humming. He trembled, afraid, but there was no way back, for this was not their world to begin with.

The houses were densely packed, various sheds close together, obstructing sightlines; it was difficult to see far by looking up.

Having worked over twenty years, this was the first time he encountered such a situation. From Pan Manager’s words, he sensed the severity of the matter. One Meng Zhensheng alone was enough to make Pan Manager kowtow, let alone the powerful figure apparently serving Meng’s interests tonight.

Old Master Ning also came from a military background. Though he had little interaction with Du Deyue, tracing their connections revealed some convoluted ties.

Estimating that Wen Moqing had already met King Dingyuan, Bixiao and Yan Liyou went to the main hall, just in time to find Wen Moqing and Jun Wunian still present. Wen Moqing candidly explained her relationship with Yan Liyou to King Dingyuan, who did not oppose but advised them not to rush into marriage, suggesting they spend time getting to know each other first.

The glaring white light shone on the rust-colored great gate, where faded colors from the past were still faintly visible, though time had worn them beyond recognition.

The freshmen were stunned. The school had clearly forbidden fighting, yet the seniors were so bold—everyone was momentarily at a loss.

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Zhang Xinsheng arranged for Lu Yanyan to handle the application report and said he had something to do at noon, so he did not return, instead going to work.

Whenever he recalled that scene, he would imagine what happened after the two left, all the possibilities filling him with self-loathing for not stopping Lin Xue.

Yet even if he had not forgotten, in Lanslow’s eyes, the dean seemed to only eat and drink daily, occasionally giving a speech, nothing serious.

Although Pan Yuan had little influence in the Pan family, as the head he did not lack cultivation resources. His current strength was late inner force—not yet peak, but beyond that of ordinary late inner force warriors.

Uncontrollable doubt naturally appeared on Xiao Feng’s face, but fortunately, the ice mountain’s Long Yuner was not one to keep secrets.

Suddenly, Jing Qiongyue remembered another piece of equipment. He took out the “Barov Butler Bell,” an epic item described ambiguously, and gently shook it.

As expected, with Zhu Yuanzhang’s command, the two Zhu brothers charged forward without hesitation. The others did not dwell on Zhu Yuanzhang’s somewhat embarrassing performance. Liu Zhang whistled as he brushed past Zhu Yuanzhang, causing Zhu to squint.

Pang Juan, Sun Bin, Su Qin, Zhang Yi—these disciples of the Ghost Valley School stirred the world because they had state backing, earning the reputation: “One anger makes the lords tremble, peace ensures the world rests.”

Wang Hao had originally wanted to give the two a clear path but decided not to disclose it, preferring to observe their reactions, especially that of Xianbing.

At this moment, Tie Lei and Yun Ling successfully advanced. Seeing the pained expression on the man in black and Li Xuan’s cold demeanor, they guessed the situation and silently guarded nearby.

Water Yi stared intently at Li Xuan. The earlier advice from Old Lan was completely forgotten. His right hand traced a blue arc, striking at Li Xuan’s soft ribs.

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