Chapter 27: The Empress (Part 1)

Black Bitter Girl and Lin Luodan both fixed their questioning gaze on Zhao Zixian, waiting for his final decision. They both loved Zhao Zixian; seeing him every day but unable to be intimate was a kind of torment.

With a clang, the daisy was knocked back several steps, while the lizard seemed utterly unaffected.

The intention of Count Edward was clear: he wished once more to prove the strength and heritage of the Spencer family through an alliance with the world’s richest, providing a hidden guarantee and deterrent for the future.

“Bridal chamber!” Mu Yanningxi didn’t wait for Jiang Hai’s reaction; her red lips pressed against his, and with her tongue she fiercely pried open Jiang Hai’s teeth, then clumsily began to kiss him.

Meanwhile, Huzi Mao, who was about to speak from across the table, was silenced by Chang Ning’s glance.

Although Divine Wind Slash was not as sharp as Dimensional Divine Wind, it was still a combat skill unleashed by a mid-tier level-seven hero. As Jiang Hai summoned the Dark Guardian Armor, the attack nonetheless carved a deep wound from his chest, bone visible. At that moment, Jiang Hai was barely breathing.

If she was willing to follow Li You to Western Xia, it could be considered good fortune. If she refused, unwilling to give up, she would not be allowed to stay with the Xuan family. She would be locked away in a remote Xuan estate, or taken out of Lin’an and settled somewhere else.

Zhao Zixian used the True Qi of the Culinary God; changing a card was as easy as flipping his hand. But Brother Huan could not know the reason behind this, thinking of Zhao Zixian simply as a masterful gambler.

As for outsiders—even Xia Haoran, who had reached the peak of the Initial Nascent Soul stage, could not break through it by force. After all, the only way to break this great formation was through bloodline.

Li Chen’s cash flow certainly could not support such funds, but he was not anxious. Wasn’t the global stock crash of 1987 just around the corner, something to look forward to? So when Zeman vaguely raised concerns about insufficient funds, Li Chen just waved his hand; he needn’t worry about that.

Ning Jue had no idea that the primitive snake’s lewd poison was so powerful and irresistible, causing two cultivators of considerable skill to entwine in passionate embrace for nearly half a month without regard for anything else.

Sunny laughed awkwardly twice, as if she heard, in Alice’s surprised tone, the air of a wealthy person looking down on such a sum. For one who had grown rich from music, this sort of money would indeed seem trivial; but the domestic price of music was as it stood—thirty million won was rather expensive.

“So to put it simply, offending Mo Mo is the same as offending Z, understand?” he patiently explained.

I looked past his head, my brows tightly knit, gazing at the increasingly lush forest behind him. Its gloomy, chilling air made my skin crawl.

Chen Jin grabbed whatever was at hand and threw it at her, flinging one thing after another.

Chen Tian seemed to sense something, turning to glance back. His face changed slightly; he could discern that these two weapons were one-star holy artifacts, wielded by experts of the Heavy Heaven realm. The power unleashed was unimaginable.

“Bond of fate…” An old, ethereal voice suddenly echoed from all directions within the cave.

If he had known, he might have been wary or taken precautions, even understanding that this divine ability could not be defended against. But as it was, one moment of thoughtlessness had led directly to defeat.

A simple, direct reason made nearly a hundred worlds erupt in excitement once again. The Demon Lord of the Evil Demon Realm reaching world level, and surpassing the previous Demon Lord in strength—this meant something that the leaders of every major world understood best.

“Don’t worry. I will use my life to protect you. As long as I am here, I won’t let you suffer the slightest harm.” Tang Yan stripped her clothes and slowly parted her long, beautiful legs as he spoke.

“I advise you not to do this.” Li Shaofan still did not want to confront such a person directly; it was entirely unnecessary and could be resolved through negotiation.

After all, picking up one more passenger meant earning more. No one in this world ever has a problem with making money.

Hijacking a plane is different from robbing a bank or jewelry store. An airplane is a closed space, high above the ground. To escape, one must either parachute or wait for the plane to land.

But there was a major limitation: even combining all his methods, his cultivation restricted him from maximizing their effectiveness.

Xia Wutong was very photogenic, quiet and gentle, her serene, ethereal temperament and nearly perfect appearance completely captured by the camera.

“I think this works. When we return, we should form a super squad made up entirely of Da Luo Golden Immortals. This will be our vanguard in the war against aliens,” Taiyi agreed.

Muttering a vow, Ye Tian quickly began his first solo match in preparation for restoring his state.

Yet, judging from Lu Yuan’s words, it seemed that the resources sold in those shops might not be as expensive as they had guessed.

However, no matter how powerful flying needles were, they were still only magical treasures. Their effects would soon fade, and the opponent would stop leaking spiritual power. But that was the effect of just one needle—if several, even dozens, struck at once, the situation would shift from quantitative to qualitative change.

The Sea Whale King had never imagined that the bottom of the Pacific would suddenly erupt, creating a new ocean larger than the original.

The difference in treatment before and after the competition was so great that even the members of the LM team could hardly believe it themselves.

Saturday was her day off. If she went in, it was overtime; if not, it was a normal rest day. Unless there were some necessary matters requiring her presence, which was another story.

The Bloody Light of the Soul Heaven Emperor was frightening, but after all, it was made of energy. In collision, it would inevitably be consumed. When faced with a stronger sword-qi storm, its energy was already worn away by at least thirty percent. If this continued, Ding Yang would become the first person in the history of the Douqi Continent to withstand an Emperor-level attack with only a Saint-level cultivation.