Chapter 114: The Ever-Victorious General

The entire room grew tense in the heavy silence that fell over Li Xueyang. Everyone’s eyes fixed upon him, eagerly awaiting his next words.

After a brief pause, Li Xueyang finally spoke: "Madam Wang, it seems your Wang family is determined to claim this blue-and-white porcelain vase today. We all know the true value of this vase. Since you have already dismissed forty-five..."

Brother Long’s bullet struck Jiang Huairen squarely in the chest, penetrating an inch deep. Jiang Huairen was unable to defend against this mechanical gun. With a light flick, the bullet lodged deep inside the wall.

No matter how long the road, it has an end; no matter how deep the mountain, even man-made caves have a limit. After walking for about another twenty minutes, the group finally reached the end of the cavern.

Upon hearing Pan Xiaoming’s call, his first thought was that Pan must have made a mistake.

More than a year ago, after a bloody battle with the Scale Dragon clan, the shark-faced man’s father—Shark Fang tribe leader Shan Hong—was gravely wounded. Yet, given the formidable physique of the Shark Fang tribe, his death at that moment was out of the question.

This meant that his years-long dream had finally come true; this last desperate gamble, which he had staked everything on, had succeeded.

“Destruction Pearl!” Jiang Huairen awoke, muttering to himself, “Who exactly is he?” He racked his memory but found no trace of the man, as if he had never met him before. After a moment, his mind held no memories of the man—only the black pearl called the Destruction Pearl.

The notion that traditional Chinese medicine lacks scientific basis is already a settled matter, well known to anyone who trusts science, especially those trained in Western medicine who hold this belief firmly.

Watching Ryan’s arrogant demeanor, Zhang Tian’s hatred surged, nearly pushing him to violence; the grip in his hands involuntarily tightened.

Unconsciously, this program had already reached its seventh episode, gaining increasing fame and popularity.

Secondly, his martial arts cultivation surpassed the opponent’s, so when he fell behind, he was utterly powerless to resist.

These Fog Sect members were not true natives of the Mistlands. Their strength was mostly average, standard fare—nothing impressive within the same realm, some even below the norm. Otherwise, dealing with Baiyun Tower would have been far more difficult.

If he really broke his promise, then all his previous words would seem like empty boasts, completely backfiring on him.

Once one experiences the absolute power to control others’ fates, to decide life and death at will, it becomes addictive—irresistible and impossible to let go.

Yuan Xi wore a golden helmet and armor, riding a deep chestnut horse across the bluestone pavement, while Zhang Liao, clad in silver armor, stood guard at his side.

If one were part of a family or some faction, Jiang Yuan would definitely keep this secret buried deep within, never uttering a word.

Refusing to give up, I went to Mount Tai to seek out my willow spirit friend and asked him to show me the Tai Shan Chronicles from the Dongyue Shrine. I carefully examined it from start to finish but found no record of the Great Emperor of Dongyue’s demise.

Yun Lou is an ambitious child, even more sensible and mature than I was at his age—he will surely achieve great things in the future.

For those who have not become cultivators, or who have never even heard of it, the state of the Southern Palace that day, when it was revealed before everyone, made the truth clear.

At the forefront walked an elderly man with shoulder-length white hair, broad and stout in build, exuding kindness and warmth.

“What’s going on? Nothing wrong at the base?” The young man’s voice was calm, as if he had grown accustomed to such questions, and he did not even turn his head as he spoke softly.

The group of burly men saw hope and pushed themselves harder, but on the third call, the man suddenly leapt and delivered a fierce kick aimed at Dazhuang’s groin.

Moreover, very few beings in the universe comprehend the laws of space; those who reach a level like Xue Yue are even rarer.

“Your Majesty, we were wrong, please spare us!” The hefty man Kyle writhed in pain, cold sweat pouring down as he cried out for mercy, while the kings of the other seven nations also screamed miserably, begging loudly for clemency.