Chapter 22: The Divine Emperor's Hall

"Who are you people? What do you want?"
Lu Fei scrutinized the man sitting on the sofa.
He was nothing more than a petty thug.
"I am Ye Xiaotian, the representative of the Hall of Souls. I come on behalf of our master, the Soul Emperor, to negotiate with you. We hope the Palace of Divine Sovereigns will recognize the situation and merge into our Hall of Souls!"
Ye Xiaotian...
What happened next was unimaginable, but the days standing alone against the world would be filled with endless hardships.
Several neatly pruned green plants were arranged along the wall, adding a touch of vitality to the otherwise rigid office.
Half of the shadows charging at the front had already fallen, while the other half, their bodies riddled with holes, still wore ferocious expressions as they rushed towards Qin Mohan.
When he struck, he showed no mercy; yet, when it was time to be lenient, he knew when to hold back.
"She was drugged and muddled—what could she say? I was just thinking about a few things, so I asked her some questions. Since it wasn’t Mother, I can be at ease," Shu Ruo said. "Yan Yu isn’t feeling well, so we’ll leave the palace soon."
"Your bloodline must be somehow linked with mine. Though I don’t know the reason, it has to be so. I feel the same about Jiang Chen—sometimes the urge is hard to resist. I suppose your situation is much like mine."
As for the funeral, they simply carried the coffin into the hall, burned incense, prayed, recited the eulogy, and everyone bowed before leaving.
"Don’t worry." Roger, disguised as "Merlin," revealed a sinister smile, instilling a silent terror in everyone present, including Alice.
After a hearty meal, these men went to rest immediately. Professionally trained, they understood the importance of always being in peak condition, so they could handle any situation with clarity and energy.
Tongtong, though not yet two years old, spoke clearly, uttering each word distinctly, which melted Gu Kai’s heart.
Wang Jun faced HR director Zeng Feilong; the pressure was immense. Yu Luosheng didn’t expect Wang Jun to gain any advantage, he just hoped he wouldn’t be crushed.
Yet Du Yue Sheng remained calm. He picked up the Bow That Never Misses, pulled it back, and let an arrow fly. In a flash, the glowing arrow struck Hei Mang.
Chen Yuan neither affirmed nor denied—it was all too common in his previous life. After all, it was an unfamiliar convoy. If it were Chen Yuan, without preparations, he wouldn’t let such a convoy into his camp either.
Thus, the burly men lunged viciously at Shangguan Ren, unaware they were rushing into the arms of death itself.
Because they were facing such a figure, no one dared utter a word; all heads were bowed. Lin Bingyun, newly arrived, was unfamiliar with the situation in Xuzhou. He watched silently, treating it as mere spectacle.
"I went many times afterward, but never found that ancestral hall. I even began to suspect whether Brother Wang had been lying to me all along—maybe there was no ancestral hall in the village, and the hall and the ancient house beneath it were just his inventions?"
The Twin Fiends of Silver Blood never imagined that, despite never revealing themselves, they would become a flaw, seen through so easily by Du Yue Sheng.
"Give up your resistance," Renee said quietly. Though she was short, she looked down at Charles with commanding presence.
"What’s wrong?" Ren Tian’s heart skipped a beat—he thought the Centurion had already tacitly acknowledged their strength.
Du Yue Sheng paused for a moment. The monster had existed since the ninth floor; he had planned to slay it, but left because the spiral staircase appeared.