Chapter 17

Sun Xinyao, having rushed over upon hearing the commotion, was incensed to see his mother being bullied. He stepped forward and delivered a heavy kick to Mother Qiu.

The crowd was stunned into silence, having assumed that whoever arrived at such a critical moment to save Ye Tian must be someone extraordinary.

Everyone else stood at attention, save for a few troublemakers like Ding Jiao, who stood idly by, tilting their heads to watch the helicopter streak across the sky above them.

The two bandits caught a distinct, fragrant scent wafting toward them, and seeing the smile on Su Hanchu’s face, they hurriedly reached out to receive the melon seeds.

Judging by the rumors, he must have only debuted within the last two years, constantly honing his swordsmanship by challenging various masters as he climbed toward the pinnacle of the sword path.

The program staff had come by earlier to drop off the invitation vouchers, which Meng Yanyan had accepted for her, as Yun Shao was in the bathroom showering at the time.

He had immense confidence in the poison he had purchased from the Ghost Doctor, having used it to eliminate several business rivals in the past.

Ning Changping bit her lip slightly; she did not harbor any ill feelings toward this brother who had looked out for her several times back in the imperial palace.

Su Hanchu nodded upon hearing this. The spirit spring water was indeed remarkably potent, though it was a pity that Mother Qiu’s body was already at the end of its rope. Having her drink medicine brewed with the spring water daily only provided slight relief and allowed her to live a little longer, but not by much.

"Oh no, I can't block it!" The shield, made of a special metal by the state, actually buckled under the impact. Ji Shouyu was sent flying by Qiu Bailu’s savage assault, yet even then, he did not panic, remaining strangely calm.

Ye Bai had been turning to leave the stage after refusing Luo Jinhua’s offer, but a thunderous shout accompanied by a crushing pressure suddenly descended, stalling his movements.

The stall owner had just collected 1.5 million and was grinning so hard his face looked like a crumpled chrysanthemum.

Though bickering had become the norm, the necessary work could not stop. Gray soul-power crystals were a strategic necessity in this world, used by soul-cultivators to replenish their energy when their own reserves ran dry.

Ghost Face took only his nine subordinates, refusing any assistance from other leaders; his pride was too strong, and he required no one’s help.

Many observers even spotted the figures of high-nosed, broad-mouthed Western powerhouses among them, with well over a dozen experts from the Dark List present.

Xingrong Trading was an absolute top-tier power in the border city; if they claimed to be second, no one would dare call themselves first, save for the City Lord’s Mansion.

This aligned perfectly with the intelligence Rhode had gathered from the Spirit Assembly. Rhode recalled that Mordo’s promotion to lich seemed inextricably linked to his own attack on the Freelance Merchants Guild while rescuing Lorin.

"Don’t move or you’ll mess up the work. I just couldn't sleep, so I followed along to take a look. Please, continue." Lu Li did not want to disrupt the makeup artist’s work and walked over to Song Yan after a few steps.

Ignoring the heaven-shaking pressure and icy murderous intent radiating from Song Hongji, Wu Yang continued, "Song Hongji, since you are the chief judge of the Hidden Dragon Discourses, you should be held responsible for any problems that arise during the exchange."

Appearance: A face with sharp, well-defined features, a beautifully curved jawline, a straight bridge of the nose, and a look of pure clarity. His expression was as innocent as a newborn’s, with eyes like autumn water, a straight nose, and thin, pale red lips—these exquisite features combined to form an exceptionally attractive face, radiating an air of noble refinement.

Feng Guang knew that he did not view the Xia family as his own home, as he always harbored a sense of exclusion, like someone living under another's roof—a feeling six-year-old Feng Guang could already perceive. Even now, that sense of alienation remained, though he had begun to include her within his own personal territory.

After watching Li Qingyin depart, Li Xiu picked up the box of spinel from the table, summoned his Jedi Knight, and began feeding the stones to him one by one.

Meanwhile, the table in the garden was still laden with buffet food and fruits, likely prepared by Bai Ying, though she had no appetite for them herself.

The laws she could now command relied on Dao patterns to coalesce into a specific power, forming the laws themselves.

In the subsequent trials, the Red Sand City Lord specifically sent in individuals with high resistance to drugs or mental hypnosis, but the results were disappointing; no one was able to return.

That’s right, the one who interrupted Qin Zifeng this time wasn't the beauty Gu Chen, but Gu Chen’s wife, the young lady An Xiaoxiao.

The group nodded and was just about to leave when the Hunter’s phone suddenly rang. He pulled it out and pressed answer, but after listening to the caller, his expression turned incredibly complex.

Just then, the sounds of battle erupted again behind the Qi army in the south of the valley. Thousands of Wei soldiers charged out from the Blackwater Ridge, cutting the Qi army’s formation in the valley in half before engaging in fierce combat.

"I’ve truly been tricked. So, that head-on collision was just a ruse to hide the placement of a spatial marker." Uld, now transformed into a terrifying king, appeared calm, a faint smile on his face as if everything remained within his grasp.

"Alright, alright, Sakuya, don't be angry. It’s a waste of such a beautiful face." He sighed, trying to soothe the overworked Sakuya, while glancing at Rumia, who was twirling her fingers, and rubbed his aching temples before asking in a low voice.

As Voretar spoke, the originally puzzled Old Tang finally understood what the "unexpected turn of events" was, and his furrowed brow smoothed out. Ultimately, the crux of the matter lay in the lightning absorbed by that counterfeit wind sword.

One might say that a strong, aging boxing champion lacks the ambitious, tenacious, and vital energy of a youthful teenage fighter.

Therefore, after much deliberation, Fang Yichen decided to keep a low profile for the time being to avoid any further trouble.

At noon on the sixth day, Pu Guanshui’s fleet finally met the Insurance Group’s fleet. Watching the red hammer-and-sickle flags waving from the bows of the four large covered boats, a mixture of hope and anxiety welled up in Pu Guanshui’s heart. After exchanging signals, the two fleets merged.

After speaking, Chen Ping bowed deeply to the migrant workers, and his entourage followed suit.

The Lelouch he spoke of was none other than Lelouch vi Britannia, the discarded prince abandoned by the empire as a hostage eight years ago, though he now went by the name Lelouch Lamperouge.