Chapter 113: The Direct Confrontation of the Three Great Families

After Leaving the Mountain, I Became the Live-in Son-in-law of a Wealthy Beauty Ka Xiaoka 1244 words 2026-04-01 07:00:14

A few minutes later, Chen Kedi hung up the phone, a complex expression crossing his face.

He glanced at Li Xueyang, then turned his gaze toward the blue and white porcelain vase on the stage.

"My apologies for keeping everyone waiting. After consulting with my family, we have decided to cease bidding and withdraw from the auction for this piece," Chen Kedi said, his tone even, yet tinged with an indescribable undercurrent.

Hearing the chaotic murmurs from the Northern Mang delegation, Grandmaster Yan and his companions felt a sense of panic and unease.

These smear tactics were crude, yet highly effective. Ordinary people are easily swayed, and given the Uchiha clan's reputation within the village, the rumors would only intensify, leaving the clan in a difficult position to manage.

The Dragon-Slaying Red Radiance burst beneath the scales, instantly carving a head-sized wound into the back of the giant river dragon.

Fu Zhisu tried hard not to dwell on those foolish memories; though he had done nothing truly scandalous, every action had been steeped in his own naivety.

With this strike, the Seven-Star Sword carried absolute power, and a faint phantom of an iron crutch seemed to manifest in the air.

Before Dao Changsheng, the earth surged continuously, molding itself into the shape of a colossal dragon's head.

He had originally intended to witness the Zhao family's humiliation, but who would have thought that Lu Hai would actually bring such honor to his father-in-law?

Although Minato Namikaze sensed that something was wrong and instinctively wanted to react, his body could not keep up with his mind—a classic case of: "Brain: I understand. Body: No, you don't."

Wang Tieshan’s skin turned pitch-black at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if being corroded by some eerie force.

The power of that palm strike was terrifying to the extreme; the void itself trembled, as if on the verge of collapse.

Thus, when Gongsun Ba made his move, the gods simply continued drinking tea or playing chess, glancing over occasionally as if watching a play. So what if he was a Saint? You disagree? Try asking whose fist is harder. If they didn't beat you until you couldn't even recognize the Heavenly Dao, they wouldn't be worthy of being gods.

"Who goes there? How dare you remain standing before His Majesty!" a middle-aged man beside Liu Feng shouted immediately upon seeing Nie Cheng and his group remain motionless. Judging by his proximity to Liu Feng, he clearly held a high position.

Father's will was simple; it was essentially one sentence: "All properties under Qin Siqian's name are to be left to Qin Chujian!" I am the rightful heir to the Zhongtian Group.

The ten team leaders took the banknotes into their hands. Some even stroked the paper gently, savoring the thrill of the texture, but after a moment of indulgence, they all regained their composure and knelt to the ground.

Gongsun Fan took this opportunity to see that what had been shot at him was merely a leaf. Infused with celestial energy, it had become as hard as iron, acting like a hidden weapon. Once blocked by the gravity of heaven and earth, the energy dissipated, and it drifted slowly to the ground.

"My name is Gongsun Fan, but I find it strange—are you truly an angel? If you are, then wouldn't every cultivator in the Nine-Nine Tribulation stage be an angel as well?" Gongsun Fan introduced himself, followed by a barrage of questions.

Concurrent Governor of Shaanxi—this meant Governor Wen's headquarters would be established in Chang'an Prefecture. However, Wen Yan's entire foundation was in Gansu; arriving in Chang'an, he was completely out of his depth. He was supposed to be a Governor, but it was more likely he would be governed by others.

The Emperor stood high above like a god, discerning every detail; nothing could be hidden from his eyes. He must know exactly what I intend to do. Punishing Wang Zhenqiang alone was his way of warning me—a reminder not to play with fire.

"Thank you, General Li, for your honesty. From now on, the Li family's affairs are my own. If you need soldiers, you shall have them; if you need provisions, they will be provided. However, there is one more thing I must request of you..." Yuan Feng said.