Chapter 139: The Choice

The man beside him nodded in agreement, though he felt a sense of relief in his heart. He knew that while the figure on the stage appeared cold and indifferent, they actually placed great importance on the execution of the plan.

Being able to voice his concerns at such a moment and receive understanding and support from the leader was a rare opportunity for him.

"Master, what shall we do next?" the man asked cautiously.

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"Since you wish to know where I draw my confidence from, then keep your eyes wide open and watch!" As Lao Jiu finished speaking, the twin hooks in Mo Bieli's hands had already caught, one in front and one behind, onto Lao Jiu's chest and back.

To facilitate this operation, the Greek Empire temporarily sealed off the entire Hanging Garden, and all players within were evacuated to the perimeter. Dozens of super-empires had dispatched a total of over ten thousand level-ninety experts, leaving the players who had paid to explore the Hanging Garden with no room for complaint.

"Eastern King, the Great Wei would not go back on its word, would you?" Chen Qian sneered contemptuously at Yelu Hong.

Lao Jiu did not leave the conference hall but instead began to wait quietly. He started to piece the timeline together, hoping to find a path to survival for the Xiaoyao Empire, ensuring its endurance in the face of the impending total war.

"Strict teachers produce outstanding students. Your master did it for your own good; otherwise, how could he have taught you such excellent medical skills?" Magistrate Lin said. Since they were family, the magistrate shed his usual haughty demeanor.

Martial artists use their prowess to defy the law; possessing both skill and weaponry, they were a source of instability for the rulers. Thus, eliminating them was more cost-effective than attempting to reform them.

Hong Ye stared at the chili pepper in Liu Yun's hand with a look of horror. Terrified, she took several steps back and waved her hands repeatedly, offering a strong refusal.

Feeling the energy in his dantian transform from a gaseous state into mist, and then into liquid, flowing like a river within him, Bu Qianhuai smiled faintly. Compared to his previous reserves of true energy, what he possessed now was tenfold.

At first, she had worried that Xie Yuanji, a grown man, was merely taking a strange path by opening a rouge shop and wouldn't last long. She never expected him to have such clever instincts, striking the perfect balance to capture the attention of young ladies, who would come to shop frequently just to collect the floral seals and merchandise.

He pressed his hand downward, and a giant palm of void energy reached out from afar, imbued with a terrifying power of laws, striking toward Ning Yun, intent on crushing him to death instantly.

"I..." Meng Yunzhong’s gaze wavered for a split second, his hand slowly loosening its grip on his sword.

In this moment, I unexpectedly thought of Yunjin. Its mother was also a Kunpeng, so could this shadow beast—the Kunpeng born from the flowers and birds—have any connection to Yunjin's mother?

His feet left two deep tracks on the hard asphalt as his body was still being dragged backward by the heavy truck.

Liu Sanxiao glanced indifferently at the butler. The butler felt a stinging pain in his eyes and immediately lowered his head, not daring to meet his gaze, his heart filled with overwhelming dread.

The head of the Ye family arched his dark brows and pinched his prominent aquiline nose. "After all, this is my son's birthday banquet; naturally, it should proceed according to his wishes." The patriarch was quite reasonable, but the black demons at the banquet tables were not so easily appeased.

I don't know what kind of psychology was at play, but neither of us suggested finding a coffee shop to sit and talk; instead, we just walked along the street and chatted.

"Then the last question: what is 'road-robbing'?" Nangong Bei was silent for a moment before suddenly asking with a thick skin. "You don't even know this? Road-robbing refers to the business of highwaymen and bandits; pirates count too. Alright, alright, stop pestering me." Nangong Bei left the tavern without another word.

At this moment, he was genuinely worried that Lang Qingsheng would do exactly that, for it was entirely possible, and he had already provoked him.