Chapter 47 Mask

Wen Chongyi was utterly baffled, yet this was unmistakably the emperor’s handwriting, bearing the emperor’s personal seal as well.

When Wen Chongyi secretly disposed of the woman’s corpse, he spotted a tiny, nearly imperceptible tattoo just beneath her heart.

Wen Chongyi’s eyes constricted.

That tattoo—he recognized it. It belonged to the Grand Princess.

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"So you simply went all the way and killed my father as well?"

Wen Zhiyan looked...

At this moment, Heishui loathed Banzhoushan to the extreme, but he knew that Banzhoushan was still useful to him for now; he absolutely could not kill Banzhoushan. He needed to properly utilize his relationship with Banzhoushan to achieve his desired goals.

Pills of high grades were exceedingly difficult to refine, and the rarity and value of first-grade pills were already considered quite remarkable.

Looking at Zhao Yun again, his expression remained as calm as still water. Ever since leaving the Xiliang territory and enduring numerous battles, he had happened to break through the bottleneck of his swordsmanship. Coupled with his inherently composed nature, he chose to wait and watch the developments unfold—he would not make a move unless the enemy did.

This truly echoed the military strategy: "Show weakness when strong, and strength when weak; the most dangerous place is the safest place."

However, he overlooked one point: if this truly were an ordinary giant dragon, perhaps it would indeed be as Baisen conjectured—devoid of any traps, with at most a few guards.

The Divine King Body’s eyes flashed with a sharp gleam. Based solely on his understanding of the contemporary Earth world, the Divine Court Realm was undoubtedly considered the pinnacle of strength, let alone the fact that he was the possessor of a supreme physique.

Then, with decisive swiftness, he used a teleportation technique, shifting some ten meters to evade a frontal assault before beginning to flee.

No fierce beasts roamed the lake; there were only numerous aquatic plants and swimming fish, lending it a profound sense of tranquility.

Yet at the very least, he had not lost consciousness. Though his combat prowess was vastly diminished, he still possessed formidable strength—level one and level two bugs, anything under ten he could easily dispatch with a flick of his wrist, and even against more than ten, he remained utterly fearless.

To trade with such a person and acquire what you desired—unless you were an acquaintance, don't even bother thinking about it.

As soon as the youth sat down, two maidservants began to burn incense and warm wine, placing plate after plate of pastries and meats before him.

My expression shifted several times. The phantom I had encountered earlier was right there in the restroom. Judging by the dean's attitude, he seemed to know something, though I wondered if I could actually extract any information from him.

She looked at Chen Wei. At this moment, her complexion was rosy and her gaze bright and spirited, completely different from the demeanor she had when they last met. Clearly, Chen Wei's words came straight from the heart.

Unexpectedly, despite her somewhat crazed state, her body remained remarkably agile. With a sudden movement, she slipped past him.

Before long, he had charged into the main courtyard hall. At that moment, Chen Yuan and Chen Shu were accompanying Chen Rang, drinking wine and conversing freely with him.

The buck-toothed man first cast a casual glance at the night-pearl that had rolled out from my body, but the next instant, his eyes widened abruptly.

Though he thought this, for some unknown reason, Ran Min—who had never remembered the contents of his dreams—had been persistently having a strange dream lately.

Cheng Mujing also walked over and sat down opposite Xing Xun: "She is a friend of mine. We met by chance, and afterward, we experienced some things together."

It was precisely the time machine used twenty years ago by Wang Deng and Zhang Qiong when they flew from Earth to the Future Avenue.

Wu Zheng looked at the scene before him, finding it utterly shocking. First came the disgusting green liquid, followed by those unceasingly writhing, hacked-to-pieces severed limbs. The moment the green liquid emerged, a pungent, acrid stench began to fill the air. Wu Zheng wanted to vomit, feeling a violent churning in his stomach and blood rushing to his head.

"Rest assured, I won't let you suffer a loss," Wang Hao laughed, gently tapping Linglong on the head. Instantly, Linglong parted her rosy lips, and the giant dragon thrust straight in.

Five hundred Taiyi Celestial Immortals? This was likely going to hollow out the foundations of every sect, wasn't it? Qitian Shou truly dared to make such a demand.

I had once felt incomparably despairing; at that moment, I thought this was simply fate, the arrangement of the heavens. Yet, even so, I was unwilling to submit, refusing to accept this destiny. Fortunately, you didn't suspect me. It's just that the more people you killed, and the more unpopular your actions became, it instead produced a completely different kind of effect.