46. Paying Respects to the Gang Leader

Suddenly, the pitch-black sun mutated violently, revealing a bizarre face composed of countless writhing creatures.

The citizens of the Great Qian were naturally overjoyed, sweeping away the gloomy shadow of the previous war. Just as the new Emperor Qian Shen had anticipated, through this military exploit, Qian Yuan was officially elevated to a divine status by the empire's people.

Everyone knew that the Prince of Zhenling was cruel, terrifying, and moody, possessing an overwhelming aura of violence and a reputation for killing without blinking. If anything displeased him even slightly, there was a high chance he would torture them to death.

Most importantly, this was currently the time for ascending the Heavenly Road. People from various major sects were practically gathered around Heavenly Peak, making it extremely difficult to avoid them even if one wanted to.

"Your humble son begs Your Majesty to enter the city," Rong Tang suddenly knelt at that moment, speaking loudly to Emperor Jingming.

Gong San said worriedly. After all, Long Fei was currently the spiritual pillar of the Thunderbolt Sect, and they certainly did not want any further accidents to befall him. Otherwise, the hard-earned prestige of the Thunderbolt Sect might be directly knocked back to square one.

Achieving the greatest combat effectiveness with the minimum amount of effort is what an exceptional esper and practitioner should do.

Intelligent beings share a common trait: their reluctance to admit that others are superior to them. Whenever such a person appears, they invariably use their own strength as a benchmark to measure the other's capability.

"What's going on up ahead?" Fat Boss also stood on tiptoe to look, but unfortunately, apart from a sea of heads, he saw nothing else.

Although he had completed all his studies, they were all finished within a secret institution. Having never attended a formal school, he naturally had never experienced something like the national college entrance examination.

Neither of them knew how long they had been busy, but by the time they had thrown everything into the recycling bin, both of their legs were trembling with fatigue.

Liu Xian laughed heartily, pulled out a cigarette to light for Chen旭东 (Chen Xudong), and lit one for himself as well. The two of them stood facing each other, blowing out clouds of smoke.

Jia Zhengjin thought to himself: These four magical beasts alone have you people this excited? If Angela and the others hadn't left, and all eight ninth-tier magical beasts appeared, wouldn't you all be frightened into fainting?

In any case, the outcome would not have any problems; Qian Li was indeed the biological son of this couple, and no matter where the test was conducted, that result could never change.

For these years, Master Qiu had delayed in selecting a definitive mantle disciple simply because she had not yet found a truly suitable talent. Both in terms of innate talent, strength, character, and intellect, the candidate had to fully meet Master Qiu's approval.

His body swayed slightly, effortlessly dodging the attack of Young Master Mountain Bear. With his other hand, he grabbed the fellow's arm and pulled him directly outward, while simultaneously extending a foot to trip him.

Wu Song calculated accurately. Not only was Li Kui stronger in physical strength than Shi En, but his arms were also longer. If these two stood face-to-face and exchanged punches, no matter what, Li Kui's fist would land first, and Shi En would undoubtedly die.

The Prince possessed immense authority and was exceedingly handsome; there were likely very few men like him in the entire world. Why wouldn't she like him?

I felt somewhat angry at my own behavior—to be more precise, I felt a sense of guilt. Because my initial purpose for approaching her was different, whenever I saw her, a lingering guilt always arose.

"How can you be so sure?" Murong Changfeng had been lying in bed ever since he arrived in Cloud City, and thus he knew nothing of the origins of this silkworm armor.

Fearing that Helan Yao would get angry, run away from home, and refuse to play with him ever again, Long Shaoyan obediently retreated to the foot of the bed according to Helan Yao's instructions.

He felt profound disdain in his heart. As a dignified member of the top ten geniuses of Murong City, he had actually lost to an unknown commoner; it was a completely undeserved reputation, and he felt utterly ashamed to be associated with him.

Returning to the parlor, Yan Bing served five cups of spring water to quench everyone's thirst. Her martial prowess was the weakest, and she possessed extraordinary beauty. If Huang Ming had not taken her in, she wouldn't even know what indignities others might have subjected her to. Therefore, Yan Bing harbored deep gratitude toward them and always hoped to be of some assistance.

About a dozen geniuses from Murong City and the top ten sects had arrived, all of them being Human Dan limit experts, with even the weakest having compressed their natal golden core five times. Bursting forth in unison, that terrifying pressure made one's heart palpitate.

Li Yi had no time to rest. He quickly stepped forward to absorb the fierce beast essence soul of the giant bull, then waved his hand to store the giant bull into his white jade thumb ring—beef was, after all, a fine commodity.

The others, however, listened with relish, their faces showing pride. Having such a powerful ancestor made them all feel honored.

"Make him shut up." Helan Yao was already too tired to listen to this guard's chatter. Although she appeared to be speaking directly to Ning Ruoxi, she had actually sealed the guard's acupoints beforehand. The guard maintained his exaggerated posture with his mouth wide open, unable to speak or move, with only his eyes rolling in utter humiliation.

"I never stopped you." Helan Yao felt powerless. Listen to that, shifting the blame as if it were entirely her fault?

Shen Yi shook his head, walked over to the window, stroked the velvet curtains, and slowly said, "Perhaps. If it truly is him, then I shall wipe them all out in one fell swoop! Cut the weeds and eradicate the roots!" As Shen Yi spoke, he began to cough. I hurriedly pulled him back to sit down and instructed Yinghan to fetch some warm water for him.

After bestowing the immortal-grade blessing, Yue Guan returned to his original position. Upon seeing this, Yan immediately grew anxious.

Although the older man sensed a powerful oppressive force emanating from Ouyang Xiao, he was still provoked. How could the other say that even his ultimate technique wouldn't make him budge a single millimeter?

Su Jingning was not surprised. The first time she met Shouzhenzi was at Xiangguo Temple, where he was even running a street stall; clearly, he was well-acquainted with the monks of Xiangguo Temple.

The breastplate forged by the Wei clan was about five millimetres thick, with its exposed surface polished very smooth. The inner lining was insulated with leather, following the practice of the Zhi clan, though it seemed they had not yet discovered the secret of the "hollow" design, binding it tightly so that it pressed directly against the torso.

To put it bluntly, regardless of whether the Zhi clan could pull it off, mobilizing the family's private forces pushed the Jin State to the brink of a full-scale national war. Once a national war truly broke out, the ones cleaning up the mess for the Zhi clan would be everyone else. Since they bore the corresponding risks, reaping the appropriate benefits was entirely justified.

She had already inquired clearly while drinking: in the entire Dai tribe, there was only a single person who mastered the special weaving technique. However, that person was extremely reclusive, practically interacting with no one; only the tribal chieftain could converse with her.

The Zhi and Wei clans were not dispatching troops under the banner of a national war. They did not represent the official state of Jin, and the states were not on a war footing; the ongoing clashes belonged to the level of private vendettas.

Why had Ye Yaohua come here for an interview if not at the behest of Tao Keren? Did he dare to resign? If he resigned, did he still want to enter Huapu Fund and secure a position in the trading department?

He stared blankly for a moment at the slightly swaying door curtain, a smile suddenly blooming on his refined and handsome face.

Li Yu did not walk in the middle of the road. Instead, he squeezed toward the side, walking along the base of the wall where there were relatively fewer people, and managed to push his way through.