Chapter 123: Lin Mo

The audience seats immediately burst into noise, with murmurs rising everywhere.

From the moment Pan Peng entered, just two or three minutes later, the crowd had doubled again.

This is the winning streak effect—the more consecutive wins, the more often his name refreshes on the stone tablet, and the more spectators it draws.

"Isn't this the guy who burned down the bamboo grove this morning?"

"So good-looking, with just a hint of mischief—yeah, it's him!"

"Fire

Though this tall, long-armed fellow looked slender, his dunk exploded with raw power—a thunderous axe slam that seemed to jolt the young Lei Ting awake.

Shen Ni felt a creeping unease; this kind of competition was too intense, everyone scrambling to upgrade their origins, and by the end, everyone might turn out to have some colossal lineage.

Meanwhile, the enemy's super minions had slowly advanced toward the high ground, forcing Li Wei and the others to abandon their plan to secure the great dragon and rush back to defend their tower.

Tian Ze was ultimately her master! After long stillness, Yan Lingji stared blankly at Lin Tian, finally snapping out of it, her voice hoarse: "Why did you kill him?" No anger, no hatred—before a god, Yan Lingji could stir no wave at all, let alone seek revenge.

The water of Wangchuan burned like sulfuric acid, continuously scorching and melting the vampires' bodies. They screamed in agony, many rolling on the ground. The sight was all too familiar; Yi Yi broke out in goosebumps all over.

Long before Li Yuanfang came to find him, he had already learned from Li Yuanfang why Li Kuan had come calling.

This disc was fascinating—besides carrying spatial laws, its greatest power was its ability to temporarily absorb energy and soul force to activate the laws! Even temporary was formidable—was this ancient array technique?

The two most powerful men of Tang Dynasty shouted orders simultaneously to two imperial guards.

"If you've got nothing to discuss and just want to fight, you know where to find us—so stop bluffing here and go back. I'll act as if nothing happened!" As he spoke, Yi Yang cracked his knuckles loudly.

"Where do you think you're going!" Jiangdong's speed had reached a hundred meters per second—nearly a third the speed of sound—and chasing these three was effortless.

The daytime haven of tenderness had lost its false smiles and the lewd laughter of clients; now, it was eerily silent—but Yang Liuer preferred this quiet.

After finishing her dream, Ai Qin kept stroking her chest with her right hand; this dream, compared to the first, was less terrifying and more bloody.

"So what? As long as she's from the Rongguo Public House, that's enough." Wen Jingya's expression remained calm, showing not a trace of the envy and jealousy she'd displayed at the banquet.

"Yes." Su Rong also felt now was the right time to engage more with the outside world, to experience more things—to meet and judge all kinds of people firsthand, to grow more mature.

I took the pheasant and saw Han Yan Yue and Mo Mei Ling each holding one, biting into them with relish; I suddenly felt hungry, tore off a drumstick, and shoved it into my mouth.

His long-planned salon opened today, yet Yi Wei did not appear at the shop—he had left early, boarding the pure white Michael, accompanied by La Das, and headed for the imperial palace.

"Hahaha, you're still a child yourself, holding one in your arms—really..." Yue Ya had once worried Yi Wei couldn't be a good father, but seeing his skilled way of holding the baby and how efficiently he picked up a handkerchief to wipe the infant's drool, her heart finally settled.

La Das knew the truth, through Ai Rike—but this matter must not be widely known, so except for key royal members, high-ranking military officials, and personnel directly handling the affair, the emperor had ordered all others to keep silent.