31. The Weapon Ranking Appears

Zhou Zekai was in a good mood. Seeing it was already eight-thirty, he instructed the hotel chef to prepare another breakfast before heading to Tang Bingyu’s door. He pressed the doorbell and waited for her to come out.

Inside the Royal Palace, the Zhou parents and Elder Liang sat in seats of honor. Although Fang Peijin was wearing a wedding dress specifically designed by Liang Shuya, after the Western-style ceremony, they changed into red cheongsams and knelt before their parents and relatives.

Ye Shu’s brow twitched, though he did not think so. In the brief moment of the exchange, he caught a glance between Master Feng and Uncle Chunyu, and they looked toward this side as well; he feared it was not intended for the new disciples... However, though he thought this, he did not rush to tell Yan Changlan.

"My home is here; where are you taking me?" Luo Wei wanted to ask Long Xuan, but now he could not utter a single word.

He Ming nodded with a smile. The two walked to the elevator, but before it arrived, a shrill, piercing scream echoed in their ears.

Lin Beiwei walked to a table with her lunchbox, only to see that the box Kong Yanxi held in his hands was exactly the same as hers.

The Enlightenment Elixir was of no use to Ye and Yan, but for cultivators lacking such aids to cultivation, it was truly not to be missed.

Lin Ting-shuang was still thinking that Jing Moyan would not come, and that surely, as before, it would be his sister or parents arriving instead.

"Lady of the Snow, may I ask why you have summoned us?" The leader temporarily put away his weapon and nodded respectfully to Leng Mingzhao.

He just didn't know how things were going with Tang Bingyu. Frowning deeply, Zhou Zekai decided to go check on her later.

"What exactly happened at the Institute of Life Sciences?" Zhu Cheng asked while flying through the air.

A towering ball of blue fire suddenly appeared, swallowing the entire warship in an instant, leaving the sailors on another ship in the distance stunned.

"Zhu Cheng, did you really orchestrate the creation of that Emma virus?" Zhao Ling’s eyes were filled with disbelief, for initially, no one had been optimistic about the installation prospects of the War Shield app; yet, a viral frenzy had pushed the app’s installation count to over three billion.

At the same time, Adam was screaming wildly in his heart. It seemed that the proposal for a Gold Museum had great potential. It was a business with massive returns, and if the Gold Museum were built on his own property, the annual operating costs would be cut by more than half.

What if the rabbits played dirty and started a revolution? A new red frenzy sweeping the world was the last thing the United States wanted to see.

It must be known that the intensity of their battle was so great that no soldier dared to approach within ten meters of them; once near, even the shockwaves could kill a soldier, so it was perfectly natural that their warhorses could not withstand it.

"But Commander, aren't we immune to this type of attack from them?" Long Qie was shocked, yet he asked, feeling unreconciled.

Temujin knew that this Wang Mang only wanted to use the Yuan-Mongols to stall the Jin army, but while Wang Mang was using him, he was also being used by him in return.

Ever since Gu Yi’s grand wedding, everyone had seen the strength of the "Roaring Heaven Hall," and Li Xunhuan even led a legion to garrison the northeast.

As a mercenary leader, he often received many protection missions. Although the price for his services was high, for some people, their lives were the most valuable thing.

As she turned, Zhang Xiaofeng grabbed her hand. Han Xiao was pulled back, and feeling the warmth from Zhang Xiaofeng’s palm, the nameless fire in her heart quietly dissipated. A faint, sweet smile appeared on her face, though she bit her delicate red lips to keep her expression from being too obvious.

Let alone him, Mo Qingxuan knew clearly that even among the many kings present, few could play a decisive role.

This story, by this point, had more or less revealed the general sequence of events. Bai Xuan glared indignantly at Xia Zhentian; she had initially thought this old man, who was even more formidable than her father, was like a powerful hero, but she hadn't expected him to be such a heartless and ungrateful man.

He Meng saw the man toss a bottle of red wine toward Zhang Xiaofeng. Just as she was about to speak, she saw Zhang Xiaofeng perform a perfect leap, kick out with one foot, and send the bottle of red wine flying back.

If this were the case, once Yang Jian became the Heavenly God King, their lives would be difficult; the opponent was too powerful, especially that divine ability, which hung over their heads like a sharp sword.

Managing business on behalf of another—did this not mean acting as the head of the family? Would the Zhao family’s business be under Zhao Yang’s control from now on? Was the eldest branch planning to relinquish power?

Lin Xiao’s expression remained unchanged. With a sharp shout, his voice thundering, a terrifying aura erupted from him, sending the squad of guards rushing toward him flying backward, landing on the ground in a sorry state.

He did not have time to blame He Yun, nor could he return to the Cloud Wing ship. Grabbing Chu Huan with his right hand, he flicked the fingers of his left hand as if playing a zither, and several threads of white light as thin as silk flashed past; the monsters near him instantly turned to ash.

"Does Sect Master Situ mean that the two human-shaped bronze statues here are incredibly sturdy? I wonder if any contestant has ever broken them since the Sword Domain qualifiers began?" After hearing Situ Zhuonan’s words, Ye Xiu’s curiosity was piqued, and he pressed further.