Chapter 1923: Due to the Uncertainty of Fate, the Update Will Be at Night, Great Lord

Due to the uncertainty of fate, the update will be at night, Great Lord

The bald man who had just been yelling about cutting off Wang Senior Qian's hand now stood frozen beside him, clutching his own blood-covered head.

It seemed An Yu merely assumed Lin Yi was bluffing, pretending to be richer than he was, using an excuse to mend ties with her.

Feeling his face must be rigid, Shen Yueji's lips twitched, thinking she had misheard.

Especially since he, as the inheritor of Dragon Fist, had already defected to the imperial court and become its hound—something the martial world despised most; from then on, he could no longer get along with other Xingyi practitioners.

Li Xiaochun snorted coldly and walked toward Wang Dazhi's direction; soon after, Zuo Mo followed, but at that moment he suddenly noticed faint signs of loosening on the wall ahead.

"Hey, Dad, what's wrong? What happened at home?" Hearing his mother's words, Ding He felt a jolt, thinking something had happened at home.

Next came the long-awaited and most thrilling moment: Hua Shao's rice cooker chicken.

Whether it was the name Zhang Kexian or his former status as head of the Zhang family, neither meant anything to Lin Yi.

He turned a blind eye—after all, this investor was still the biggest backer of the drama, having funded half of it.

Upon hearing this news, the orthodox Emperor immediately recalled the imperial guards stationed outside Jingcheng to defend within the city walls.

Many had originally wanted to die, but wished to express gratitude to their benefactor, for they were now human—and humans must know gratitude.

Yet not a single person left. After all, this was a contest among the "Ten Star Lords"—who would dare leave? Who would dare miss it?

Acting at once, several men walked while dismantling, destroying all cells on the third level and releasing the Golden Core cultivators inside.

"Ye Kai, if there are no issues, go test the cars at the driver team now," Su Rou smiled gently.

"It's Mr. Jiang An! As for proof, Mr. Jiang said he once entered a number into Lady's phone, named Gao Chao—that's my number; if Lady doesn't believe it, she can check." Gao Chao replied.

Even if a hundred Foundation Establishment peak cultivators charged him at once, they still couldn't harm the Wave King.

"Xiao Mei, how can you speak like that? You know who the student's grandmother is—what benefit would I gain from lying to you?" Xu Lu retorted.

With a deft twist, he spun Miss Mi Jun a full one hundred and eighty degrees, turning her from facing Jiang An to facing away from him; the next instant, Jiang An yanked hard, tearing a large rip in her robe, revealing her snow-white, exquisite back.

Naturally, Yun Shou felt a pang of sorrow, but glancing at Jiang An beside him, he thought: with him here, there shouldn't be any danger—so let the Yun Lei Pearl be destroyed.

Previously, he might not have cared much for such a treasure, but today, as Emperor of Tang, he was determined to claim it.

Yet when they began activating the formation, the three opponents had already left the formation and appeared outside.

Thinking of how that short, ugly male cultivator was actually the Second Primordial Spirit of a Condensation Core cultivator, Ye Kong felt uneasy, sensing someone watching him from the shadows.

Using the spirit energy of this sword soul, over three days it could fully restore Yun Tieshan's shattered martial emperor meridians—likely consuming one-third of the sword soul's energy.

Some citizens applauded, those who clearly saw what happened; others shouted curses, those who felt Zhou Weiguo had shattered their illusion of peace.

At this moment he grew nervous, moved the air marshal to the other side, and shoved Shan Zi hard.

These people, having endured all-night training sessions, knew the taste of sleeplessness; now, after a week without sleep, they feared they might drop dead.

The cultivators outside the formation kept gasping in astonishment—they seemed to be witnessing something spectacular.

If Jing Qiongyue and Zhen De's battle were likened to a wuxia film, with swords and blades clashing, the great demon Jing Qiongyue unleashed every trick to slaughter Zhen De's side.

"Indeed, the young master! Who would have thought he grasped this sword technique? After this strike, even if Lin Hao doesn't die, he'll lose a layer of skin," the old man said with satisfaction.

Perhaps all this tragedy was his own doing—if only he had understood her a little back then, would today's events have happened?

But a censor's household taking a concubine was never a grand affair; calling it hasty wasn't entirely fair.

Those citizens being cursed naturally didn't back down, glaring and shouting back with equal fury.

Ding Zi paused, turning to Yu Yu: "Yu Yu, go fetch the physician again; Xi Er, come with me first." Ding Zi didn't mention Liu Ting—Yu Yu immediately understood and ran out of the mansion.

With just one glance, Xiao Han had already decided: before heading to Tianxia Yi Lou, he would first visit the Xiao family, helping his brother gain some standing there—after all, Xiao Ling and Xiao Jueying were top-tier elders in the Xiao family, and such matters were too delicate for him to handle directly.