Chapter Fifty-Six: Fortune Smiles
“Yan Xuan, I actually owe you an apology; it was us who failed to protect you. And…” Yuan Shanshan suddenly put down her chopsticks and solemnly apologized to Yan Xuan.
“It’s not your fault…” Yan Xuan began, but Yuan Shanshan waved her hand dismissively.
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“I know who I am now. It turns out everything really began with me. But how can I rescue the Nine Divine Kings, how can I break through the Heavenly Inferno?” Guo Huai shook his head in despair.
The crowd gathered beneath the arena, upon hearing the drums, all leapt up, climbing toward the high platform, their target—the lantern.
It was not so much fear of death as it was the unsettling terror of the unknown that left them panic-stricken.
After a moment of hesitation, Azure Dragon ultimately said nothing more. He glanced at Jiang Yi, then turned and transformed into a streak of light, vanishing swiftly from Jiang Yi’s sight.
Soon after, the sound of drums and gongs echoed as a squad of demon soldiers surged out, startling me into stepping back. Then, from within, a demon emerged.
That youth whom she could never truly fathom, the one still smiling calmly in the face of certain death… Perhaps she was hoping for a miracle, however unlikely.
“Mr. Davis, I’ll accept your hundred billion dollars, but I’ll keep my seat as arena master. If anyone wishes to continue challenging me, I, Guo Huai, will accompany them to the end.” Just as Davis was about to declare the contest over, a voice as demonic as any echoed in his ear.
“The two masters have come, surely under the orders of Master Hua Ye!” guessed You Ji, the Sage of Medicine.
“Searching high and low without success, only to find it easily!” Golden Crown Valley was ecstatic; after days of fruitless searching, the sudden appearance overwhelmed him with joy.
“Linlu Peak!” Everyone present was astonished. Would Linlu Peak help us in this calamity? After all, Linlu Peak was the strongest sect, never needing aid from others.
A claw from you, a halberd from me, occasionally a sword strike—the demon cultivator was battered back and forth like a ball by the three, left utterly miserable.
Just as Hayumi was puzzled, perhaps ten minutes later, Ilona suddenly descended from the sky, this time holding a clay jar in her hands.
Chen Lin pressed the modeling clay onto the fingerprint scanner; with a beep, the scan was approved.
He had long promised Yun Chen to help him obtain the divine medicine, so naturally he couldn’t let these people interfere.
There were more than thirty elite disciples from Changke Sect. Mu Ziyun counted carefully and noticed about ten extra—these ten were indiscriminately killing, attacking both Qingshan Peak and Changke Sect disciples alike.
After returning… In just four months, something happened that caused him to forget those memories. Was it an accident, or did someone do it deliberately?
Wei Cheng recalled the rumors circulating in the capital and, with unease, asked, “Ma Sui is truly King Chu An’s tutor. If he becomes the Right Prime Minister, might he secretly support King Chu An? King Chu An is renowned as a virtuous prince in the capital—he may threaten the Crown Prince in the future.” Because of An Shou, Wei Cheng and the Wei family were firmly in the Crown Prince’s faction.
The Soul Devourer also needed to eat, so every day at fixed times, robotic arms would deliver a tray with food—all liquid, easily consumed with a straw.
Fang Tianmu did not stop immediately. He watched Li Buhuan suffer with cold indifference, letting it last for thirty breaths before withdrawing his hand. Li Buhuan, who had not felt pain for a thousand years, now endured a torment that struck at his very soul—the deepest agony of all.