Chapter 85: The Desire to Kill

"Face death?" Ye Chen smiled with calm concentration and shook his head at Master Zhou. "For the past five years, the thing I've done most is face death itself."

Ye Chen could feel the murderous intent radiating from Master Zhou's entire being.

He knew very well that today, between himself and the Wang family, only one side would leave alive.

Ye Chen...

Earlier, he had asked her what she wanted, and to her surprise, he actually brought her something shortly after. Did he not know to bring something else?

"What’s going on? Where did this assassin come from?!" The Empress Dowager pressed a hand lightly to Chongshan’s wrist, her manner commanding and her gaze aloof as she looked down at the patrolling guards.

Liu Xinhe was not entirely foolish; at this moment, she already sensed that something was wrong with yesterday’s events, for she had never known her own maid, Dongmei, to be so capable.

Seeing that Mr. Fengzhang was unwilling to explain, Wanyan Beiya did not press further. Hearing that a proposal to the Emperor for a marriage was being considered, her usually bold face flushed faintly.

From the moment she arrived in this world, she had been separated from her own time by countless millennia, with no idea where she truly was. Yet suddenly, at this very moment, she glimpsed a face that was achingly familiar.

In the military camp, the weather was already harsh, and the soldiers had to train day in and day out. Provisions were falling behind, which indeed affected morale. Though he had done all he could to soothe the troops, he had not expected further complications to arise.

"This isn’t sarcasm—look at this!" Feng Qiye gestured with his eyes to the xuan paper on the table. Noticing Gu Ting’s obvious confusion, he raised his sword-like brows again.

From the tattered, bloodstained robes, it could still be discerned that they were recently worn by several demons, yet what was wrapped within those garments could no longer be called a living creature.

Xiao Nasha’s sudden question made Nangong Nayue, who had been reading the newspaper, stagger so severely she nearly collapsed to the floor.

However, all these tangled thoughts vanished like smoke after Gong Wuhen generously gifted her two spirit pearls.

Yet, Shen Yan’s clinginess only grew stronger; that damned fly buzzed relentlessly in her ear, irritating her brain and escalating her agitation.

This thought made Seto Nana’s face turn deathly pale. Sitting there, she felt utterly humiliated, with not a single person around she could rely on.

Rong Xue’s sudden appearance was meant to stop such things from happening; no matter what, she could not allow his shareholders to turn against him.

After such a scene, her fondness for that child faded considerably, and she no longer wished to remain in Jiang Xuerou’s courtyard.

Now, Yin Qingyi nestled in Cheng Yi’s embrace, wholeheartedly studying music. Cheng Yi felt that this was indeed a life to envy, a lovebirds’ bliss surpassing even immortals.

Unexpectedly, the very next second, an unknown object crashed through the ceiling and stabbed straight into the carpet opposite.

Its purpose was to accelerate the absorption of spiritual energy; on each level, the spiritual force was several times, even dozens of times, greater than that of the outside world.

Bai Xuan paid no heed to those nearby, following Cheng Yi out the door, while Xiao Nishang looked on with a face full of sorrow.

Although I hadn’t interacted much with An Mu, she had always left a deep impression on me.

After asking these basic questions, she asked what I was doing tonight. I didn’t hide anything and recounted everything—the search for Yaoyao, our suspicions about Wang Bing, all of it.

I was completely speechless. Was this really possible? Damn. I shook my head, ignored everyone, and in a few minutes, arrived at the main gate of the Karate Shooting Heaven Hall.

At these words, everyone was utterly astonished. At dawn, as the eastern sky began to lighten, the crowd shivered at the visitor’s words—someone even blurted out that it couldn’t be true.