Chapter 49: Galo's Counterattack

In Gallo’s ancient castle study, heavy dark velvet curtains hung half-drawn, filtering the afternoon sunlight into a quiet, somewhat dim glow. The air was thick with the scent of aged books, fine cigars, and a faint hint of leather, so still that one could hear the occasional crackle of logs in the fireplace.

Gallo lounged lazily in a large high-backed armchair, a cigar clasped between his fingers, unlit, turning it absentmindedly. He wore deep-hued attire, exuding an air of calm dominance.

Everyone could sense the murderous intent radiating from Ning Jiang—it surged like a raging tide, almost tangible in its intensity.

“Uh, I think I’m the same way. When I see them, I can’t help but think they come from a graveyard,” I murmured.

“Why haven’t we seen the beauty yet? What about Jingwei?” Shao Hao asked, settling into the main seat in the Shennong Hall, tilting his head towards the Flame Emperor beside him.

In contrast, his senior brother was a late bloomer. Though his current talent was impressive, it still fell short of the very top echelon.

Feeling his body suddenly falter, forcibly restrained by a mental force, his complexion changed sharply. He shouted, “Who exactly are you?” At the same time, his innate power surged, his body glowing like a rising sun, casting out countless golden rays.

He was clad in armor, wearing a golden helmet, two large swords hanging at his waist, presenting a formidable and majestic presence.

Jia Hang, witnessing this, panicked and dashed aside—but oddly, he did not rush for the door.

The warriors and knights immediately brightened. All their efforts had been for the bounty; hearing that stepping outside would earn the rest of the reward, they couldn’t help but rejoice—it was a fitting end to the dangers they had faced.

In an instant, the hall fell silent. Even Huang Yun Song and Zhao Yuanyuan ceased their whispered conversation, turning their gaze toward the three figures at the door.

All eyes fixed on Liu Fenglei, whose expression was deathly pale, his eyes sharp as knives, chilling to behold.

The towering Nine-Story Tower stood as silent as ever, but its interior scene was vastly different from when Chu Yizhi had first arrived.

Qi Fang and another followed the town chief toward the dark forest outside the town. Along the way, the chief recounted the origins of the monster.

Just as Wang Lingguan’s heart throbbed with anxiety, unsure how to proceed, a tremendous pressure suddenly descended from the heavens. Auspicious light shone forth, multicolored radiance streaking across the sky in 365 beams, accompanied by faint Buddhist chants and the distant waft of sandalwood incense.

Han Qing had no time to dodge as Cheng Lishan launched a relentless barrage of strikes. Locked in fierce combat, she knew Wu Chen was in trouble but was powerless to intervene.

Fan Hong, the Guo Wei family, and Fan Deyun alone wielded enough energy to overturn the entire city of Jiujiang.

One wave numbered ten beasts, the other five. Even the latter group of five ninth-level gene beasts should have already arrived at the Australian base by now.

“Your Highness, the establishment of the mansion and administration dates back three years, yet there remains no heir. I petition to open the harem wide, accepting concubines to extend the lineage and stabilize the royal succession,” Li Shanfeng declared boldly with unwavering resolve.

Wu Chen saw her anxious and worried expression. After glancing at her complexion, a flicker of joy appeared. Lan Zi smiled brightly like a blooming flower, her teeth pearly, eyes shimmering like autumn waters.

Since arriving, Liu Xin had remained silent, merely watching the others perform. Cixin shook her head, already knowing how today would end. She did not oppose Cibei stepping forward to intervene.

Originally, Lin Feng paid little heed to the Virtual Heaven God Emperor’s retention of the Virtual Heaven Palace in the Extinction Star System. But now it was clear: this was the possession of a god emperor. Even god kings would risk everything to claim it.

Su Yan quietly clenched her fist, feeling that the moment she most cared about was about to be revealed.

More importantly, although the Fire Bear Tribe and the Mighty Ape Tribe had not formed an alliance, both were powerful races excluded by the ten great clans from the outer rim of Beast King Valley. Unwilling to accept their current plight, they often echoed each other’s moves, stirring a faint sense of hope within him.