Chapter 173: The Foolish Emperor Takes His Title

Roman Imperial Palace.

With the sound of hooves, Severus arrived in a hurry with a squad of personal guard cavalry; dismounting at the palace gate, he immediately blocked a commander of the imperial guards and said sternly, “Where is the Emperor?”

“Is he in the palace?”

The imperial guard commander looked uneasy and said cautiously, “The Emperor has left Rome with his personal guard.”

“He is said to have gone to the province of Britannia.”

What?

How could the Emperor possibly

This burly man, besides being romantic, plays the zither beautifully and sings with extraordinary charm.

“What kind of attitude are you using to speak to me? Do you even know who I am!” Yang Jian was furious, speaking without thinking.

The staff were thoughtful—they seemed to know he was sleepy, and had placed plenty of stimulant drinks in the carriage.

“The Great Cang Talent Recruitment Martial Trials team has assembled, respectfully awaiting the Northern Marquis’s orders!” Lian Long said to the Northern Marquis, facing the hundred-strong formation.

“Oh my god! Stop stop stop, it’s too steep! I—I need to rest!” I gripped Min Rui’s arm tightly; he had been leaning on me, but now my grip was too forceful, leaving many wrinkles on his clean white shirt.

It returned to the quarter note, the scale drifting slowly through the air, and my entire world slipped into thought.

This was utterly shameless, contrary to the demeanor of a true master—but for the first step toward his dream of becoming a business tycoon, this handsome, fat man would make an even more shameless move without hesitation.

Bei Mo Sha’s second brother is truly no good man! To prolong his own life, he not only split the Eastern Wastelands into two, but also committed such heinous acts against the human race.

Director Chen comes with countless fans; many fans will buy tickets just because a film is directed by him, never doubting its quality.

The Hanba had no full awareness; her eyes locked onto the golden-eyed man before her, let out a roar, and a stream of malevolent energy slashed down fiercely from her front.

In the blink of an eye, the Jiala Ezhen issued the correct order—but it was already too late.

Watching the candle in Feizi’s hand flicker more violently, I knew something was slowly approaching us! The wheat field ahead also trembled slightly, emitting a rustling sound; the noise stopped when it was about ten meters away, leaving only the candle flame to tell us it was right there.

In her past life, she had parents but was as good as orphaned, never truly experiencing familial affection; in this life, though still without fatherly or maternal love, she had a brother who adored and doted on her—and that alone was enough.

Sun Jianxing, meanwhile, stood like an observer—not the least pleased by flattery, only sarcasm.

What the authorities had long failed to understand had, by today, become increasingly clear.

Early the next morning, Master Tang woke me up; the first day’s training had no other task but running—he ordered me to run from his home to the temple where Master Xuan Yin resided, then run back, at least four round trips that day.

Eunuch Feng served before the throne and, hearing Emperor Yong’an burst into a hearty laugh, laughed along happily.

Liu Feng’s ears were filled with the admiring cries of soldiers; previously, they had merely regarded Liu Feng as a noble prince, but now they truly saw him as their lord—and with such a lord, they would have ample bragging rights upon retirement and return home.

So far, among the entire Sword Storage Manor, only Bai Lixuan and Wen Qiong had full confidence in Penglai; Wen Qiong disliked Penglai but would never wish for Jin Guang, a fraud, to win.

He wasn’t silenced by threats—he simply couldn’t speak because the Big-Face Fish had stayed in its tank, and when Ruirui and the others didn’t return for hours, it came out out of curiosity.

This time, he intended to fully cultivate the Six Gods Sword, and then he could begin striving toward the Primordial Realm.