Chapter 117: The Fate of the Great Xia Kingdom

Lin Shiyun’s gaze was firm and sharp, fixed intently on Chen Kedi as if trying to pierce through to his very soul. Chen Kedi showed no sign of weakness either; their eyes met in the air, creating an invisible standoff.

“Chen Kedi, you were one of the participants back then. You should know the truth. Why are you afraid to speak out now?” Lin Shiyun’s tone was resolute and powerful.

“The common folk see through destiny. Names are burdensome; it’s better not to have one at all. So, I am called Nameless,” Nameless replied.

In the country of M, the environment was remarkably open, and both Lucifer and Lu Ye were strikingly handsome beyond belief.

If Zhao Luan were to become the sovereign, he would assuredly remain here in peace, tending to his own realm without a single thought of returning to court politics.

Gu Yan glanced around. When Qiao Xinyu walked, he stumbled forwards and backwards, but this stone slab could only be pressed from above and below.

Johnny was a bit confused upon hearing this. To be honest, because the maritime nation’s population was small and the Seven Seas faced harsh natural disasters, the other kingdoms treated it like a massive marketplace.

Moreover, it wasn’t just one row planted, but four rows at once, with a ten-centimeter gap between each.

Five bottles or three meant little to him; after all, he brewed the potions himself and could make as many as he wanted. But promising too easily would arouse the Seventh Princess’s suspicion, so Nanwu deliberately bargained with her.

This man’s belief was that one could traverse from one world space to another. He claimed that at twenty-four, he once crossed into a strange and wondrous world.

Zhou Xiaowan smiled and said, “It’s alright, sister!” Though it was just a change in address, the distinction between senior sister and sister was significant, yet no one could discern the true meaning behind the words.

As expected, upon hearing Dong Gong’s words, Xiao Zhen froze. He turned his head, his eyes shining with a frightening intensity as they met Dong Gong’s gaze.

In the guesthouse’s parlor, Su Li nodded at Sasuke, ready to spring into action at any moment.

Feng Huaxue spoke cautiously, but before she could finish, a sharp pain shot through her neck. The last image before losing consciousness was Kakashi’s withdrawing right hand and that sinister smile.

Two zombies sensed danger and raised their legs to retreat, but just as they moved, a fiery red circle appeared beneath their feet.

Night Ai’s heart was filled with resentment, barely missing a Hell Spear strike on Naruto. But defeat was defeat. Severely wounded and gasping for breath, the dual wounds of body and soul overwhelmed Night Ai, who fainted in sorrow and rage.

Su Li snorted coldly, tossed the dog to the ground, and rubbed its head fiercely a few times before sparing its life.

Seeing this, Chen Su felt the creature must be utterly bewildered and suddenly felt a pang of pity.

“Commander, commander! Several fresh recruits have arrived at the foot of the mountain! I saw it clearly through the telescope—there are even a few women in the vehicle,” a sentry hurriedly reported.

Hua Shaoshi, just having stood up and still dazed, suddenly felt himself lifted by a pair of strong hands.

If he could turn back time, he would never have accepted that wretched task from Kaduo. Or rather, he should never have obeyed the order to ambush Su Li and the others. Had he not met that bastard, none of this misfortune would have happened.

Gazing at the pristine Broken Wind sword, its mysterious patterns more distinct than ever, an ancient and profound aura seemed to spread gently. This restoration was surely more than just a spiritual artifact upgrade. Bai Yu was unsure whether to feel joy or worry, knowing that something must have occurred during his unconsciousness.