Chapter 159: The Final Madness

Ravenna.

In this era, the speed of information transmission was slow; the great roads built by the Empire had largely fallen into disuse, and with Burgundy constantly restless, the Western Empire’s power could not penetrate the Frankish region. Merovech was in fact the ruler of the Franks, and even toward Aetius, he obeyed orders but ignored imperial edicts—the Empire had long since lost control of that land.

At the palace’s outer gate.

Quintus hurried over, his front

After a moment’s thought, Mo Lin still hesitated; even if he escaped this way, it wouldn’t be legitimate—the charges might not even be erased. “Arrived.” The cart slowed to a stop. Mo Lin broke his thoughts: the boat had five days left. He wanted to use this time to scout the island before deciding.

A casino is a business too; to thrive, you must follow the rules. Yan Ruiqing’s words clearly accused Brother Qiao of breaking the rules and ruining his own reputation.

Ye Xiao’s target this trip was Cheng Yu, the third-in-command of the Four Seas Gang, who oversaw cargo transport at the docks. Cheng Yu himself was a Level 10-transcended archer, with considerable strength; Ye Xiao would need to exert great effort to kill him.

Sweat had soaked his palm around the axe handle, but Ye Xiao didn’t notice; those two green eyes were drawing nearer.

Having finished reciting, I pointed at the pentagram array. The formation suddenly flared with light, and a door slowly opened.

Shi Qian climbed out of the pile of broken wood, staring blankly at me, then at the old man and woman still standing nearby in daze.

Lin Xiao raised his head with a faint smile; his tone was calm, yet his expression radiated quiet, unshakable confidence—a true confidence, neither boastful nor aggressive, but rooted deep in his soul.

“Ah, what’s going on?” The man woke up to find himself tightly bound with ropes.

Long Yue’s temple veins bulged as she swung her greedy claws to snatch the money, but Duanmu Hong grabbed her arm.

A dazzling divine lotus slowly bloomed, yet compared to the black thunder, it was less than one percent as powerful—but the energy within was terrifyingly immense.

But Ying Xiehui has appeared in the capital of Heng State, “Shan Shang,” and as president, he must have a large group of protectors, both overt and covert; if we approach him directly, it’s tantamount to walking into death.

But Zhe San had just recovered when he saw Zhao Xiaochen’s ferocious face again, and the knife in his hand—the blade had sunk into his palm, yet he felt no pain.

The silver blade bore a temper pattern like that of a samurai sword—ethereal as clouds, alluring as flame; any sword enthusiast could not resist its charm.

“Aunt Chen, we’ll be leaving soon. Let’s go buy something else.” Xu Huinan said to Aunt Chen’s back. Then he led Aoxue away.

Yan Le agreed, then reluctantly hung up—but he still held the phone, not putting it down for five or six minutes.

“There are many ways to draw a bow, but none compare to the power of your arms,” said the Supreme Elder, shaking his head.

Bai Xue pointed at Zhao Xiaochen’s face, flushed and swollen, and Jianna was left speechless; she could only avert her eyes, covering them and stepping aside.

Could this be a newly mutated variant of the undead? I was about to voice my doubt, but my brother signaled me not to interrupt—let Yao Tian explain clearly himself.

Lin lowered his eyelids, taking a long while to react. At this moment… he grimaced, forcing himself to suppress his resentment, then shuffled heavily out of bed and opened the door.

The space inside this great cauldron was unimaginably vast—no edges, no mountains or rivers to serve as reference; when I extended my divine sense, I could not tell how far it reached or how deep it went.

Wu Yu finished speaking and walked straight onto the ice, stopping before the ice hole. He knelt down with the wooden dipper he had prepared, scooping water from the hole.