Chapter 50

Ju Jingwa tightened her grip, pressed her face close to Wei's, and gently rubbed against it. She murmured in a low voice, repeating those two words over and over: thank you.

Otto, the Golden Cross Knight accompanying the Violet Lord, walked toward Chen Feng, leading a heavily armored, crimson-red warhorse.

Upon ascending Mount Wuchang, Liu Yingfeng became cautious. Although the Wuchang Sect was an orthodox and reputable school, Liu Yingfeng still maintained a basic level of vigilance.

As for Zhang Ju, he utterly looked down upon someone like Su Qingyun—a person with neither family background nor talent, yet full of vanity.

Duan Yipin asked out of curiosity. He desperately wanted to pry open Li Linlang's head to see if his brain was filled with water.

As the saying goes, one can forgive once and twice, but not thrice. Since Wu Huayong had put it that way, Zhao Xiang decided to grant him this courtesy. Watching Wu Huayong leave, Zhao Xiang felt entirely at peace within. Who could have imagined that half a year ago he was merely a fresh college graduate, yet now he could sit on equal footing with billionaires worth tens of billions?

Qin Xuan had no idea that he had already offended a top-tier wealthy second-generation heir; well, come to think of it, even if he did know, so what?

The one closest in personality to Shao Lingheng was Hughes, while the one closest to Du Yan himself was Xie Yan from the initial dreamscape.

With a fierce swing, a slash flew out from the blade, cleaving the wooden martial arts dummy directly down the middle into two halves.

She remained in a state of deep shock for a long time, unable to snap out of it. She simply stared with wide, incredulous eyes, somewhat at a loss for where to look.

If not—if everything was merely a misunderstanding, after all, he hadn't yet seen the letters engraved on the ring... how was he to live out the rest of his life?

Watching the secret realm's sky continuously swallowed by spatial turbulence, Ye Wuji's expression was as uncomfortable as someone suffering from severe constipation.

Han Yu glanced in the direction where Wang Lan had left, then let out a long breath, turned around, and walked back into the building.

Both men simultaneously unleashed their lethal techniques, striking from the left and right to form a brilliant crimson and silvery-white sharp radiance, jointly attacking Xiao Ye in an attempt to cut off all his paths of retreat.

"And who might this be?" The Grandmaster didn't even deign to give the staff member a direct look, casting his gaze straight toward the bloated middle-aged man standing ahead.

With those words, he readied himself to strike and call upon others to deal with Xiao Ye, but at that exact moment, Young Master Wang grabbed his arm.

Amy took a few deep breaths, paused for a moment, and continued walking down the stairs with a heavy heart, turning a blind eye to the discussions of passing classmates.

"If I had parents like yours, I would never want to leave home for the rest of my life, sticking close to them every single day," Amy said, brimming with envy.

On the very evening of his arrival in Huacheng, Li Guangyu held a meeting in the conference room of the Jiuhua Hotel with senior officials from the Guangdong Provincial Government.

With such enemy forces being nearly impossible to withstand, they now had no choice but to retreat. They had lost, not because of a massive disparity in soldier combat effectiveness, but because their commander's rating simply could not match the formidable Yue Fei; they could never command with the steady composure of Yue Fei, nor could their soldiers ever achieve such discipline.

Although the vast majority of military generals lacked strategic intellect and thought only of charging into battle to kill the enemy without any rebellious intentions,

this was undoubtedly a terrifying matter. Although the vast majority of enterprises in the mainland had established party branches and trade unions, it remained unknown how much actual influence these organizations held, nor was it clear who was ultimately influencing whom.

As Hong Kong's property market continued to soar, Sun Fat Properties and Estates Company also expanded its scale, shifting its core business toward real estate. This current real estate crisis, however, dealt them a heavy blow.

Sikong Yi, you damn bastard! You really have some nerve! With a fair beauty by your side, you still want to trap this lady to death in the Prince Li Manor—you are daydreaming!

Letting the various warlords tear each other apart in the Central Plains while Liao Xi developed Yangzhou, Jingzhou, and Yizhou; by the time the Central Plains were basically unified, Liao Xi would likely have grown overwhelmingly powerful beyond measure.

Upon hearing Sikong Yi's question, Lin Chengyun wished he could slap himself across the face. How did he manage to circle right back to this topic? He had clearly intended to stop Sikong Yi from dwelling any further on the matter of Niannian.

After defeating Ran Min, Liao Xi and his commanders inevitably held a victory banquet. Ran Min's might exceeded Liao Xi's imagination, and Liao Xi also wished to release some pressure. After all, Liao Xi currently had no idea how to suppress this Ran Min, as there was presently no one directly under his command capable of keeping Ran Min in check.

Everyone was stunned by this sudden action, watching the direction he bolted toward, completely clueless as to what he intended to do.

"This system is merely praising the host's awakening from the heart. However, this is neither a quest nor a principle of the [Dao]; it has nothing to do with Daoist teachings, but rather pertains to the formation of values and a philosophy of life," the system stated calmly.

"Sister, say something won't you? By keeping so quiet, you're only making me more frightened," Wanyue said, tugging at Lingxiang's arm.

In truth, even if he didn't say it, Shen Yun felt quite puzzled as well; given the cultivation levels of the four individuals, they fundamentally shouldn't have been able to hold out for this long.

Yet at this moment, Cang Jiuyao was no longer nervous instead. Yue Junzheng watched from the side as well, each harboring their own quiet calculations.

The Palace of Guanghan vanished, and this so-called [Yin] side began to fade as well, returning the place to normalcy.

With a sudden, thunderous crash, the giant palm smashed down, instantly turning the green ram below into a pulp of mangled flesh.

To contend for imperial power, and even to secure the throne firmly, winning the support of these major clans was utterly unavoidable.

The force behind his blow was immense, causing the entire cell to vibrate with a humming sound as clouds of dust showered down from the ceiling. Had the prison not been an exceptionally sturdy system-constructed building, it might very well have been collapsed by his strikes.

The object that had weighed a thousand pounds in everyone else's hands felt light and nimble in hers, without the slightest sign of strain.