Chapter 140

"Leave him be—if he wants to kill himself, it's none of our concern." Deng Yijie, furious, grabbed Qiu Yushuang's hand, and the two stormed out of Haitian Grand Inn.

A tremendous force surged through him; Mo He could no longer hold onto his spear, which instantly flew from his grip and landed at the edge of the arena, while at that moment, Zhou Ming's fist slammed into Mo He's chest.

This place had once been occupied by Zach's garrison, but now that Zach had been defeated, the garrison fled in panic.

Instantly, a burst of enthusiastic applause erupted from the crowd below, echoing throughout the banquet hall.

If Dai Baozong were a sensible man, he wouldn't lash out blindly—this would only burn his own bridges. He had been furious with Dai Baozong, but upon seeing how utterly humiliated Dai had become, his anger subsided.

"You know me?" Shan Yuan asked Luo Ting in surprise; the gloom from He Lian's departure lifted considerably.

He immediately steadied his mind, aligned the tiny hole in the largest bead of the bracelet with Nie Wuzheng's hand, and pressed down the protruding mechanism—sending a needle laced with paralyzing poison straight into Nie Wuzheng's dorsal hand.

Upon hearing this, the Divine Emperor's expression turned even more solemn, for such an outcome was unacceptable to him.

The assassin who dared risk death to sneak alone into the Tianhai Clan solely to kill him—this narrow range is easy to define. At the height of Jieyin's prominence, it could not be an enemy faction's hireling; it could only be a fugitive from Sheng Xu. After all, Jieyin had destroyed Sheng Xu.

Zhen Rong stepped forward two paces, gently pushed the door panel—and found it unlocked, staring at her with slight surprise.

Ma Chao's target was not here, so he made no stop, merely leading his cavalry swiftly toward the Eastern Yi Plains, where over three thousand Han soldiers remained enslaved by Sun Quan.

Suddenly, a faint, mosquito-like voice whispered: "I'm here too." It was Ouyang Lan, unwilling to be excluded, summoning her courage as she spoke in a low, blushing tone.

Ye Fan's lips curled into a cold smile; his second battle was about to begin, and this time he resolved to fight fiercely and eliminate all these men.

Pingfan smiled. "Mutual admiration—we're no gods. Is Mr. Wu the guardian deity of this place?" For him and those behind him, how to greet each other and address one another had become an excruciating problem.

Long Ma was puzzled. Since Tianfan's battle began, they had been watching closely; aside from that initial punch exchanged with the old Daoist, Tianfan had never been approached since—there was no way he could have been injured in combat.

When Pingfan first set foot on this mysterious land, chasing the Cybertronians' trail, he discovered the entrance to a secret cavern on the far side of the Moon, later even finding a mysterious spatial medium tens of kilometers underground that even the Cybertronians could not enter—he had sensed then that secrets unknown to humanity lay here.

After learning the Emperor had been captured by the Southern Barbarians, Liu Bian's bodyguard unit panicked instantly. Pang Shan left only ten guards as inside agents in Chengdu and immediately led the remaining twenty to pursue the trail of the Southern Barbarians' pack animals.

There were also methods whose abilities could not be discerned, one after another manipulating various substances that had fallen from the sky—though substances controlled or manipulated by elemental forces typically transformed into distinct forms.

He hesitated there, pacing back and forth. Yet in this hesitation, he accidentally noticed faint glimmers of luminescence in the grass—had he not been walking constantly and shifting his viewing angle, he would never have noticed such subtle differences.

On the heavy rosewood shelf sat various porcelain pieces. Xiao Heng paused before it, staring at a fencai porcelain—its colors bright and fresh, pleasing to the eye, exactly the style Meng Jingyi favored.

Watching Yangyang's series of movements, Su Yiqing felt her heart rise to her throat.

"Who… who do you think you are? Arrogant fool!" Li Meng snorted, then abruptly turned aside, slashing a ghost-masked attacker behind her clean in two with her sword.

The prescription Xia Zihan gave to Rong Shizi's wife included one ingredient: fifty-year-old Jiangwang.

Ling Qing, who had heard every word Jun Wang spoke, showed no reaction whatsoever, continuing to leisurely eat the grapes peeled by Lian Chengyao.

Could it be that he anticipated r would go silent after accepting the mission from the Secret Affairs Bureau, and thus left him a communication method—like a private hotline?

After coming out, she warmed up a light soup, drank a few sips, and felt better—probably because she'd been too hungry and eaten cold food, irritating her stomach and causing vomiting. Meng Jingyi didn't think much of it, washed the dishes, and applied light makeup to look more spirited.

"Mr. Yoen?" Su Zhou's tone grew colder—politeness and patience have their limits.

Back home, Caesar grabbed Kude's ear and scolded him thoroughly, then made him kneel on a washboard.

The trees' color indeed appeared darker than ordinary trees, yet this difference was so subtle as to be nearly imperceptible—only an extremely attentive observer could detect it.

The golden eaves of surrounding palaces intermittently vanished among red flowers and green trees. In the distance, palace attendants walked orderly along the imperial path.

They had tried placing people in Second Brother's quarters before, but each one was kicked out the next day, and Second Brother would publicly scold the concubines before their father—the concubines now dared not send anyone anymore.

I love you, cherish you, and treasure you so deeply—I cannot express it in words, so I must show it through action.

"Is this true?" Some doubted Feng Qingcang's words and shouted out; others nearby nodded and asked as well.

Perhaps her affection for me is still only a tiny bit, far less than my feelings for her—but what does it matter?