Volume 1, Chapter 64: Why Isn't Xie Liwei Here Yet?

The palanquin stopped before the Weiyang Palace. Song Yaozhu picked up her handkerchief, rubbed the corners of her eyes until they were reddish, and let out a few sobs. Supported all the way by Caijin, she cried out, "I beg Your Ladyship, the Noble Consort, to see justice done for this humble concubine!"

Weeping all the way into the inner chambers of the Weiyang Palace, the Noble Consort, seated high upon the main throne, looked at her disheveled appearance—with bright red blood stains on the hem of her skirt and her hair ornaments askew—and could not help feeling a spark of gloating satisfaction in her heart.

Yet, on the surface, she still feigned urgency and said, "Oh my, how did you get hurt like this? Quickly summon the imperial physicians!"

"Your Ladyship, you must seek justice for me! Princess Yongle charged into our Prince's Manor without a word and began smashing and destroying everything. Sob, sob... she simply refuses to let this concubine live in peace!"

Seeing her in such a miserable state...

However, Xiao Cheng and An Qixin no longer cared about his words, because the scene unfolding before their eyes had completely captivated their attention.

Liu Qingshan felt that the final sliver of consciousness left by the previous emperor was far too vague, failing entirely to explain how to enter the Illusionary Void Sea. Now, after searching about until they were completely out of breath, it seemed they had not found the correct method at all.

In two weeks at most, Tianxin Group would possess a formidable force comprising over three frigates and seven destroyers. Though inconspicuous, it was already sufficient to pose a powerful threat to a ragtag army like Li Yi'er's.

On such a crucial battlefield, he was actually using a test-version weapon system! If others were to find out about this, they would undoubtedly be utterly astounded.

Following Liu Shibiao's falling words, two dark figures flashed past a distant group of ten individuals holding handguns, who then all collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

The sect rules of the Changyuan Sect prohibited cultivators in the Dao Enlightenment Realm from becoming independent, but they did not oppose the sect's Heaven-Man Realm cultivators founding their own sects and establishing lineages. As long as one could accumulate sufficient merit, they were free to go.

The old man's smiling face tightened slightly. These words truly struck a chord within him. Regardless of whatever motives these charlatans might harbor, the Odin Divine Kingdom was indeed a mortal threat to humanity, let alone appearing right within the borders of China—he could not help but worry. Although he had been banished from China, his patriotic heart had never changed.

Yet, this very punch, once unleashed, was never pulled back. Not only that, but following the heavy blow came a crisp sound of fracturing bones.

Hearing this, Elder Yun let out a relieved, gentle chuckle and slowly spoke. However, by the end of his words, the solemnity in the former's tone had become unmistakably palpable.

Cao Jixiang asked in shock and suspicion, "Your Majesty, where are you going? The way back is this way," pointing to the other side.

The two burly men grew nervous. They had thought Liu Yan was merely a businessman and never expected him to be so ruthless. While the two of them were certainly not afraid of taking a beating, ending up beaten to death was something they had never anticipated.

They could no longer blindly trust themselves; instead, maintaining a greater sense of crisis awareness would prove far more helpful to their survival.

Back then, seeing that Lu Yu had money, she rented this apartment to him. But now... Heh... She hadn't received the rent for several months.

Over the next two days, she barely communicated with him. Sharing the same room, they acted just like two complete strangers.

"Brother! Handing the meteorite iron over to this young lady, aren't you afraid she'll be targeted by others?" Yun Feiyang asked.

"Our squad suffered casualties of over half, and we fought a guerrilla battle for five or six days just to understand some of that monster's characteristics," one man stepped forward from behind Jiang Feng and said to Tang Shuai and the others.

"He escaped!" Liu Yan frowned, rushed to the window, pulled back the curtain, and looked outside. All he saw was a swirl of dust; the two cars in the courtyard had already vanished.

He turned around and swept his arm in a grand arc, creating a powerful surge of air that kept his brothers at bay beyond a丈 (ten-foot) radius. Then, with a single leap, he vaulted over the wall and out.

As the radiance shifted, Zhang Fei furrowed his brow slightly. He could sense that the material was on the verge of shattering the next moment—a portent of impending failure.

In that instant, Zhang Fei pushed his speed to the absolute limit, instantly breaking through the defense of the tomb-spirit ghost army. Natasha had already reacted; although injured, it did not significantly impair her.

Li Dian walked under the tree and saw that the trunk was extremely smooth and thick; climbing it was clearly out of the question. Just as Li Dian was about to step forward, several household servants rushed over carrying a ladder. Seeing this, Li Dian folded his arms across his chest and watched from the side.

Sifang Xing smiled knowingly, picked up a wind-rolling ribbon woven from drifting wind flowers, and flicked his wrist. Without any manipulation, the wind spirits naturally gathered and coiled into a wind tunnel, meandering around the courtyard.

At a certain moment, Yun Luofeng suddenly had an illusion, as if Ling Shaofeng were lying right beside her, keeping her company.

At this moment, Yetian Yu had already converted all the primordial chaos spring water within Bai Zhu's body into pure energy, helping her complete her transformation.

Once he obtained the physical body mentioned by Chen Nan, he would possess his very own Heavenly Corpse King. Why would he need to expend massive resources to redeem one from the elders of the sect?

Di Chongxiao grew increasingly baffled, unable to reconcile the sentimental person before him with Oshin Yuumi. Wondering if Oshin Yuumi harbored some ulterior motive, Di Chongxiao felt a gentle breeze-like whisper in his heart, bringing sudden realization and a deep sense of sorrow. Han Ningxin felt the same, looking at the person before her, at a loss for words.

He had consumed quite a bit of red wine tonight, and the alcohol was surging to his head, making his movements somewhat more forceful than usual.

Xia Xueer's heart fluttered with a mix of shyness and joy. Unable to bear going against his wishes, she struggled only slightly before letting Lin Qingxuan have his way.

"Reporting to the General, the Madam has no major ailments. She merely fainted from physical exhaustion due to overwork and skipping meals. As long as she rests more and eats properly, she will gradually recover!" The physician steadied himself and respectfully explained to Meng Tian.

Unfortunately, the person who kept tossing her about in various positions showed no such awareness, possessing an apparently inexhaustible reserve of energy. The more she tried to escape or let out soft whimpers, the more fiercely he would torment her.

"...You can get lost now." Tang Xiyang cast a casual, weightless glance at the person standing by the door who was smiling without restraint.

Earlier, the chaos among the demons had eased slightly due to the intervention of the nobility, but now, because of Tianmo's interference, an even greater chaos erupted.

"Yes!" Choutian answered loudly, then turned and ran to a nearby box, immediately retrieving a set of military uniforms and handing them to Zhao Long. Zhao Long examined the camouflage uniform in Choutian's hands, then shifted his gaze toward Canglang.

Earguan possessed truly exquisite features; one could only wonder how her biological parents could bear to abandon her.

Consort Shu's heart trembled slightly. It seemed the Prince had not called her by her given name in many years, often addressing her simply as 'Consort Shu'. Today, hearing him use her personal name left her momentarily unable to adapt.

"You forgot, I like men; no girl would ever make me marry her." Jiuxiao raised an eyebrow triumphantly.

Zhan Beiting gripped Ye Mingming's hand, pulled her into his embrace, and kissed the corners of her lips.