Chapter 52: Dining

The mayor had pondered this matter over and over, and after these past few days of contact, he was certain that Xiao Tie would not care about such things. Otherwise, even if he had replaced him with any other martial lord, he wouldn’t have dared to make such a decisive move.

Without another word, the group stormed into every hall under the Lu Family Syndicate’s control, launching a ruthless slaughter. Caught off guard and confronted with overwhelming force, the Lu Family’s men suffered heavy casualties.

Long Xing’s face darkened, a murderous aura flickering between his brows. As one of the two supreme powerhouses of the Xiulan Plane, how could he tolerate such provocation?

Jun Xuanye seemed to notice her change in expression. With a faint curve of his thin lips, he circled to her side and leaned down slightly.

Hua Liansuo, meanwhile, observed the commoners and noticed their pallor, as if malnourished.

Only when Gu Chenfeng asked did Lu Jiaxin remember that she had forgotten to ask her eldest sister about Gu Chenxue’s premature birth.

After returning to the Land of Fire, Caesar reported the news of Sand Village’s intention to ally with Mist Village, which attracted great attention from the village.

When the nurse first asked him to look at the child, he truly only glanced once and then showed no further interest.

Xiao Tie rolled his eyes inwardly—this old fox, trying to brush things off with a simple “I didn’t think it through”?

At the sight, everyone was dumbfounded. Who could have guessed that within that sword was hidden a remnant soul of the Night Rakshasa?

The enthusiasm and pent-up anger of the Joint Defense Team erupted as they raised their cups, bottles, and skewers of lamb, shouting loudly enough to draw curious glances from passersby.

Li Ziqi suddenly felt a stab of pain in her heart. It seemed she still hadn’t entered this man’s inner world; her devotion had yet to move him.

He did his best in everything, striving to please them; even when he was told to marry Lisa, he agreed.

Upon hearing this, Yi Qiu was not particularly surprised; after all, with so many benefits as Palm Master, it was only natural for the requirements to be strict.

“Since Director Zhang insists on staying, I won’t turn him away. It’s better to obey than to be overly polite,” Zou Jialiang said, his eyes shifting to me. My heart tightened, and my spoon dropped into my porridge.

Hundreds of ministers in the grand hall were in chaos; even the emperor, resplendent in his dragon robe and seated upon the majestic throne, was visibly anxious.

“Are you all right?” She didn’t really want to ask, but since they were almost strangers, and perhaps she didn’t even remember her at all, she hesitated a moment and then asked out of courtesy.

Miss Quan was soft-hearted and probably didn’t know how to refuse others. If her husband Li Yin hadn’t been such a cunning and ruthless man, she would have suffered far more.

Aunt Cui was quite embarrassed and shook her head repeatedly, saying, “No need to trouble young Qingya, I’ll go myself.” As she spoke, she stopped Qingya and went into the kitchen alone.

The situation changed rapidly and disastrously. Master Feng Zhenghao, who had been certain of victory, was struck by lightning despite being a powerful figure at the Dharma Aspect level. Could he have survived? What should they do now?

If it weren’t for Mu Xu’s high prestige, enough to keep his subordinates in check, someone would have voiced objections long ago.

Traditionally, those who married princesses were either unmarried champions or men who had divorced their wives. With Wu Zhi’s current high status, she had never imagined her own position as wife could ever be threatened.

The Dingxiang Army managed this feat only because they were equipped with mounted crossbows personally designed by Tang Long.

Empress Dowager Sun made no further comment, merely saying to them, “Enough, if you have something to say, follow me to my Benevolence Palace.” Without another word, and accompanied by two palace maids, she departed toward the Hall of Serenity. Mu Xu and the others exchanged silent glances and could only follow her quietly toward the Hall of Compassion.

“I was wrong! I know I was wrong! Lord Harvey!” Hector’s snot clung to his coarse, black beard, making him appear rather repulsive.

At that moment, Lian Ze was engrossed in the highlight of “Season One, Episode One”—the content of “Cat-Bug Alliance” had seized all his attention, and he barely noticed the doorbell.

After nightfall, the north wind began to howl again and the temperature plummeted. The paths to the academy were deserted, with only the claw-like shadows of branches thrashing under the moonlight.

Mu Xu stared at the map, hesitating. In his original plan, Taiyuan Prefecture was supposed to become their administrative center for a long time to come.

Suddenly, the Heavenly Seal appeared in the hand of the ancient serpent, which immediately plunged into the Endless Sea.

Qiu Xuan’s move was truly “killing two birds with one stone.” Not only did Lang Qige gain a new perspective on Murong Lan, but he also saw Tuoba Jie in a different light, and decided to stop Tuoba Jie from taking Murong Lan as his consort.

A pitch-black tunnel let in gusts of cold wind, but no one dared take the first step, all eyes fixed on Fang Zisheng.

But before he could withdraw his arm, a searing pain shot through him. Looking down, he saw both his hands had been completely severed.

“I advise you to let me go, or you’ll be begging me to kill you,” Rain Demon said coldly, menace in his eyes.

“If you insist on defending yourself, then I’ll summon witnesses to confront you one by one.” Without waiting for Ye Ran’s reply, Elder Cheng continued.

The willow tree swayed for a moment, then a beam of light shot skyward. After that, the willow returned to stillness. The light streaked across the sky, entered the world of the living, and flew straight toward me. In a few breaths, it reached me and merged into my body.

This was a strikingly handsome face, usually lazy with a hint of roguishness, now filled with seriousness. His long silver hair fluttered in the wind.

In just a few exchanges, the One-Armed King was utterly outmatched, completely crushed by Wang Chen. Just as Wang Chen was about to strike a heavy blow, his opponent unexpectedly fled, instantly turning and running out of the bar—not even through the door, for Wang Chen was standing right there.