Volume 1, Chapter 21: Humiliation

It turned out that because Luo Dong had just made a breakthrough, he did not yet know how to restrain his aura, which Mu Zheng noticed at a glance, causing him to exclaim in surprise.

The princes, having been promised an outing outside the palace, all behaved with great obedience, sitting with their backs straight and listening intently to the teachings.

Once finished, all the blood souls vanished in an instant into the depths of the sea of blood, there to be tempered by the blood of the netherworld.

The crowd also sensed that something was amiss; the previously rowdy private room fell silent in an instant.

As to why he made such arrangements, Chen Yuan vaguely felt that once this treasure left the sea, monstrous waves would surely strike, so he was determined to fortify the coastal defenses as a barrier at the first opportunity.

"Thanks to them," Kashyapa said, pointing toward the Purple Emperor. The eldest prince hurriedly looked at the Purple Emperor and the other three, feeling a cold gaze pierce straight into his heart.

"Previously, to save Gao Shilian, I shot and killed a commanding general amidst the army, so it cannot be retrieved for the time being!" Lin Ping said.

Inside the driver's cabin, a steady and reliable-looking elderly attendant analyzed the situation for Hong Jiu with respectful caution.

By now, they had reached the foot of Coagulation Blood City, and even the army within the city had been slaughtered until the blood flowed like a river.

Suddenly, the phone in his pocket rang. Lin Jie frowned; who would be calling him in the middle of the night?

He dared not approach the Blazing Flame, fearing he would be kicked viciously the moment he touched the reins, as there had already been precedents among the others.

Song Huaian had always been treated as a younger sister; hearing such a remark, she thought it was directed at someone else, and it was only when she noticed everyone looking at her that she realized.

As for this plum blossom pastry, He Rouyi actually knew the recipe. In her previous life, to curry favor with the Sixth Prince, she had specifically learned how to make various delicious pastries from the cook at Grand Tutor He’s manor, and this plum blossom pastry was among them.

"That's enough, White Emperor." Seeing that the man had already breathed his last while the White Emperor still held a death grip on his throat, Ye Zusheng finally spoke up.

In reality, although the family of three was reunited at this moment, they were not in their true physical bodies, but were merely manifestations of the "spirit" within them.

However, this had nothing to do with her. What she cared about was the upcoming assessment and whether Li Xiaoyao and his companion could help them pass it successfully.

After much deliberation, the only explanation Fang Xuanling could think of was that the Sect Leader himself had gone to some realm within the myriad worlds.

Not long after Fang Xin arrived at the press conference, the time struck exactly ten o'clock in the morning. At this moment, the many reporters who had been chattering fell silent, for one of the main figures of the conference, President Fang Liyan of the Ning Group, had arrived.

Following the Yellow Turban Rebellion, Cao Cao finally displayed his brilliance once more before the people of the Great Han, even showing a faint trend of becoming the next Qin Feng.

"Domain Master, have you finished absorbing it?!" Seeing Mo Zhengyang stop, Mo Qian asked.

Furthermore, what did her sister-in-law mean by this? It was one thing to hide Xinyao’s disfigurement from outsiders, but what was the meaning of hiding it from her, the aunt?

"Hahaha, with your level of strength, you think you’re worthy of saying such things?" Looking at the two in their wretched state, Liu Yangping was filled with disdain.

"Leaving the window open in the middle of the night—aren't you afraid of the deep night chill?" Seeing her rarely show vulnerability, Mu Qinghan’s heart softened, and he landed before her while speaking aloud.

After all, for Wang Feng and Mo Jingyu, as long as they slew Gao Jiutian, they would be able to fully grasp the inheritance opportunity.

At this moment, Jiang Feng was completely oblivious to the expressions of Tang Jian and the other two, busily and excitedly answering Zhong Li’s question.

She had previously felt that the butler was somewhat odd, but she had never thought too deeply about it. After all, the butler was considered an old hand in the General’s manor.

He reached out his finger to push Bai Sheng’s head away; the dampness clinging to him felt uncomfortable.

Watching the disciples constantly passing by, Su Zhe stood there languidly, feeling nothing in his heart.

Seeing his grandmother speak like that, Tao Yu could understand; she harbored a deep blood feud against the Demon Race, so upon seeing demonic energy, she would eliminate it, even if it meant betraying her own kin.

The atmosphere completely changed; the few from this side, plus those who had run over after clearing the battlefield, all rushed up to shake hands with Brant.

It was by no means a failure of orders, nor was there a traitor in the upper echelons. This was entirely a scheme-within-a-scheme personally orchestrated by Wang Lei. The SWAT team members at the entrance only needed to put on a show; the real spectacle lay with the second detachment. It was not entirely to make the enemy lower their guard, but more importantly, to lure out the final big fish.

The cat lay there purring, its head constantly burrowing into Tang Qianlin’s arm.

Why on earth was he doing all this? Tang Qianlin suddenly understood—he could only prove that he had loved with all his might, and nothing more; he could prove nothing else.

Old Lu had previously thought Xiao Tian was a miraculous doctor, but now he realized that Xiao Tian was far more than just that.

"Pfft..." With Master Hu pinned beneath my feet, he spat out a mouthful of blood. It seemed he was truly finished. This so-called "Iron Shirt" technique required his peak physical state to be effective; in Master Hu’s current condition, it was clearly of no use.

The man took one look at me, and a trace of distrust instantly appeared on his face. He then pulled his head back as if discussing something with those inside. After about ten seconds, he poked his head out again, shook it at me, and rattled off a string of English I could not understand.

"You actually dare to go against my Sakura Society? So what if your people were killed? Not only will we kill your people, we will kill you too. There is absolutely no good end for those who oppose the Sakura Society!" the tall man in black said coldly.