Chapter 88: If Heaven Dares to Interfere, Then Let the Heavens Be Replaced

Zhao Xi-Chen had long grown tired of hearing Guo Xiaoshan boast about how formidable his master was, but seeing even immortals subdued so obediently now far exceeded her expectations. Guo Xiaoshan, after cultivating his primordial spirit, had grown much wiser and quicker in thought; in a flash, he realized the hidden dangers.

“These three great heavenly courts are so powerful—Master, will your actions cause trouble?” he asked.

Chen Yang smiled and waved his hand dismissively. “It’s nothing to worry about. In this realm, however, if that platter is indeed on Paradise Isle, no one dares to retrieve it, nor could they. Otherwise, why would that demon openly use it at home for meals?”

When it comes to one’s own affairs, TOP and Sun could scold Victory without restraint, but Kwon Jiyong knew he had no such right. He was no better than Victory, frequenting nightclubs as much, if not more, but luck had spared him from such a scandal.

Lie Yan had no idea what schemes were churning in his mind; her entire attention was fixed on the ominous black curtain above.

The man stopped again, twisting his body to look into the ditch beside him, pausing for a moment. Apparently seeing no one, he continued on his way and soon vanished without a trace.

Most importantly, 1A7489 didn’t need to worry about whether Bai Jiaquan was deeply scheming or kept his thoughts hidden, because the Liuyang River “could conveniently erase all traces.”

Kim Yupan’s silence instantly unsettled Director Mitsuike Takashi and the upper management of Toho Film.

Over the years, he had not disappointed his soldiers; under his command, the Crimson East Army had slain countless enemies and achieved glorious victories.

“A lifetime is so long—aren’t these words premature? Even if we say them and fail to fulfill them, isn’t it still meaningful?” Huangfu Ye smiled bitterly, his voice faint.

The pitch-black Blade of Space sliced precisely through both men, silent and deadly, leaving crescent-shaped holes suddenly appearing on their bodies.

This was an old habit of Ren Daozhi. Obsessed with refining magical artifacts and studying arrays, whenever he saw an imperfect or improvable formation, he would immediately set to work altering it, or incorporate his own ritual methods to perfect it further. No one found this surprising; everyone promptly saluted him.

Inside the carriage, the trace of a smile vanished from Xiao Chongning’s face, replaced by a chill and coldness.

The door was pushed open. Qiuyu’s eyes brightened, but when she looked up, she saw a burly guard.

He was a giant, dressed in greasy clothes, holding someone in one hand and a sharp knife in the other, moving swiftly.

I wanted to stop her, but no sound came forth. I could only watch helplessly as she rushed toward the youth.

Zhao Yueming had been inspecting the factory, but upon receiving Huang Jianshun’s call, he rushed to the town government at once.

As for ceremonial robes, full sets were crafted with seamless workmanship; now, ruined by needle and thread, their efficiency was greatly reduced. Still, it was more economical than buying a new one, and if the craftsmanship was good enough, some patched robes could become treasures.

Such circumstances brought immense pressure to those present; they had never seen a boss like this before.

In an instant, every member of the Chen family felt their hearts leap into their throats, their lives hanging in the balance.

Though her mother didn’t mind such things, Su Huisheng’s lack of progress in his career proved his worthlessness.

A string of screams and shouts about someone dying eventually alerted the village chief.

Just when Petro was nearly in tears, thinking he had finally avenged his great hatred, Xue Hua’s lazy-sounding voice suddenly drifted over from not far away.

Ke Jianglong raised his eyes slightly, his broad hand stretched and waved forward. Those in front felt nothing as a gentle force swept them aside, allowing several to squeeze to the front. Yet, in a mere instant, Ke Jianglong’s thick grey eyebrows knit tightly, and the ever-calm Meng Yibai let out a mocking laugh.