Chapter 93: Fate Shattered! (Bonus Chapter for 12,000 Average Subscriptions)

Outside the Lord’s mansion.

The legendary wizard Merlin entered the hall without fear, his expression calm as he glanced at the Crow Queen—Tris, who stood beside Deng Ken.

The former Imperial High Priest served at his side—no emperor could hope for such honor.

Tethys, possessing the druid priestess, sat on the left; as the earliest Avalor Guardian Fairy to have contacted Deng Ken, her power had recovered the most, and she alone could manifest in physical form—the other Guardians could not.

The True Heavenly Emperor strained to explain—he truly did not know Bai Tianxing’s background, and thus dared not speculate.

Crimson rays of twilight descended, gilding the entire world with a blood-edged golden hue.

Che Yan had personally watched Liu De eat the meal—meaning, after three months, Liu De would surely die, collapsing instantly; even An Daoquan’s supreme medical skill could not save him in time.

Of course, this “closed-door policy” applied only to outsiders; Zhao Xian would certainly meet Xie Kang, Lin Qing, Zhao Bing, the Zhao Kang brothers, and Chancellor Gao Mingyu.

With her eye for quality, “trash” was exceedingly rare—anything below the Earth Immortal rank was uncommon.

“Quiet!” This was Shan Gao’s sixth shout; since everyone shouted in unison, the effect was especially powerful, stirring the soul.

The Five Jade Swords were an external technique—they would not vanish unless fully consumed. Thus, they still hung above my head. Though the pentagram had dimmed, it could still hold out for one more round.

Could it be that the Son of Heaven’s heart was seething with rage, yet he suppressed it, showing no outward sign?

Thanks to his extraordinary memory, he not only perfectly repeated every word, but even described in his own language details the dragon itself had not noticed.

But Long Xing had no leisure to ponder what the fierce ghost was saying—because a colossal ghostly claw had descended from the sky, slamming down amid thick black-green ghostly energy.

“This is your family matter—I’m only here to heal.” Leng Yi shook his head; he was already in a desperate situation, and Mu Niu and the others remained in danger—he had no interest in getting embroiled in sect disputes.

Thus, three long-abandoned escape warships—stripped down to hollow shells, even lacking thrusters—were clumsily hoisted out of the starport exhibition hall by crane arms, shoved forward, and slid helplessly toward the direction of the enemy fleet.

“No need. I can sense the altar that seals me is not far. Once I reclaim my body, they won’t be able to stir up any trouble.” The Great Yinyang King was utterly confident.

“No rush, no rush—the warriors ahead are still locked in fierce battle,” Deng Zilong forced calm, flatly refusing.

A single sentence jolted Lin Feng awake—he suddenly realized his awkwardness and hurriedly apologized.

These chants of Sanskrit sutras rang like morning bells and evening drums, entering the ears of all, vibrating against their eardrums, echoing within their minds.

Of course, the Holy Master could not strike at will—if so, how could the Holy Pill Sect even exist?

After the Demon Sovereigns departed, Cheng Nu brought Zhou Rui to the Underworld, where he found the entire place frozen in ice; Cheng Nu frowned.

Meanwhile, two fish-like illusion familiars spotted Lin Feng’s form upon a lake’s surface, then dissolved and vanished into the water.

She straightened, blew away the dust and snow clinging to her fist, threw him a look that said “figure it out yourself,” and turned to leave.

He knew he would eventually make a choice—but it was the process of choosing that tormented him.

The next day, at Qincheng Corporation, Anna and Chen Muqing were discussing the lingerie model shoot; Lin Hua sat nearby listening. Anna wore a stylish business suit; her figure, already taller than Chen Muqing’s, was curvaceous and alluring, her long legs making Lin Hua’s gaze burn with desire.