Chapter 197: The Immortal Sovereign

Wang Yulou sought out Xihai Zhongcheng regarding the rewards offered by the Duel Arena to its victors.

Mo Yunshu’s claim about the rewards was true: as long as one secured a place on any of the three leaderboards of the Duel Arena, the Arena would grant rewards to those listed.

But the reward amounts of three hundred spirit stones, one thousand spirit stones, and five thousand spirit stones could actually be converted.

That is to say, as long as Wang Yulou could find a payment method with sufficiently low cost that victors were willing to accept,

Wang Yulou sought out Xihai Zhongcheng regarding the rewards offered by the Duel Arena to its victors.

Mo Yunshu’s claim about the rewards was true: as long as one secured a place on any of the three leaderboards of the Duel Arena, the Arena would grant rewards to those listed.

But the reward amounts of three hundred spirit stones, one thousand spirit stones, and five thousand spirit stones could actually be converted.

That is to say, as long as Wang Yulou could find a payment method with sufficiently low cost that victors were willing to accept,

“If you have something to say, just say it outright—no need for roundabout words,” Pei Shiyin interrupted, displeased by Cheng Yihai’s tone; she simply had no patience for his sarcasm.

Yang Wude once again sized up Li Tianyi, growing more and more certain he recognized him, yet could not recall where he had seen him before.

Bao Chun silently grumbled, glancing at the man’s haughty demeanor, her lips twitching before she leaned in and kissed his cheek.

The Blood War Clan of the Chi Ming Great World had thoroughly mastered the path of slaughter, their use of killing aura bordering on divine mastery.

If Pang Tong had not been severely wounded here, Dian Wei would have descended the mountain long ago. Pang Tong’s eyes welled with tears, but he knew the suffering of a true man—he did not weep lightly, nor did he flinch at bloodshed.

Pang Tong actually knew the historical details: Lu Su, unrecognized for his talent, followed Sun Quan only after seeing Yuan Shu’s incompetence and moral bankruptcy. Moreover, Sun Quan’s establishment of the Eastern Wu regime stemmed from Lu Su’s argument that the Han dynasty was doomed and that a new sovereign must uphold the Way to save the people—so every word he spoke struck directly at Lu Su’s heart.

Cheng Xiyun understood Han Junyu’s obsession all too well; once, she had believed it was true love, but now she was utterly speechless.

“Thank Your Majesty for this grace,” Cheng Yu rose. His voice echoed through the vast hall, spilling out the doors. Outside stood countless imperial guards—all Cao Cao’s trusted men.

She had worked long at Heaven Night and had a good relationship with her supervisor, so she had long heard of Chu Zixiao’s quiet acts on Zhang Nian’s behalf… naturally, she was not surprised that Jian Mo had asked Zhang Nian to help care for the child.

He did not understand Pang Tong’s intentions. As long as Lu Bu was by his side, he felt far more at ease—after all, that Crimson Lotus Sect was far too bloody; the scenes from that night often woke him in terror. And if he trained in martial arts, he could defend himself in the future. These were all carefully planned matters for himself.

The Yue Clan was one of the Four Great Magic Clans of the Kroti Empire, and the previous clan head, Yue Xueyi’s grandfather, had been the State Protector Grand Sorcerer. What relationship could such a clan, deeply entwined with Kroti’s political power, possibly have with the Snowman Imperial Family?

Chu Yunduan had no doubt that if he revealed his true face, countless experts would swarm to kill him.

Ye Yingfan slowly searched, moving from one end of the area to the other; finding nothing, he began again from the side.

Victor’s tears streamed down his face; a grown man wept uncontrollably. He knelt before Aidan, repeating over and over, “I’m sorry.”

Though called a secret chamber, it was in fact merely an ordinary room that had been modified.

The armed group had once planned to demand an exorbitant ransom from Huaxia in exchange for hostages. To establish their dominance, they decided to kill one hostage of some status but not critical importance during the video recording—and that hostage was Jiang Ninghua, then merely a minor official.

“Blood Ningzhu !!!” A furious voice drifted faintly from the sky—the Blood Asura. The Blood Ningzhu , as its name suggests, could solidify blood; to most cultivators it was insignificant, but to Blood Demons it was an extremely vicious magic treasure.

He gently, slowly lifted her, afraid of disturbing her peaceful dream—everything was so light, so beautiful.