Chapter 254

"Welcome, everyone, to the site of the once-every-decade Jiuzhou Grand Competition, and welcome, online viewers! Good morning!!!"

As Kongyu's magnetic voice echoed through the sky, the venue erupted in a wave of cheers.

Whether on-site or watching online, all felt the enchanting sound cleanse their ears, their skin prickling with goosebumps, their spirits instantly lifted.

"Wuhu~! Kongyu, I love you!!!"

Su Miaojing slowly approached from behind, ready to cover his eyes, but was suddenly yanked forward and pulled into his arms.

Even though today was a "special day," Yao Chuxi wasn't dressed extravagantly, unlike He Jieyu, who seemed determined to pin every hairpin and dangling hair ornament onto her head.

When Meng Yao heard his words—"I will divorce her"—she plunged into utter despair, her body collapsing as if all bones had shattered, every ounce of strength gone.

Lu Zhen sighed; these merchants truly valued gold over life—there was no way to judge them properly.

The Western Palace was no close distance from the Imperial Garden; by the time Han Shanggong reached the path, she had paused to catch her breath several times.

"Help me!" Wei Qin unleashed all her primordial energy, relentlessly tearing at the suppression of the formation, yet despite the torrent of primordial energy pouring forth, she remained utterly motionless.

"You bastard, if you hadn't spoken, it'd be better—I'm going full throttle today!" Hearing this, the rival youth's gambler landed another punch on Qi Yihan's left eye. Now, alone and abandoned, he'd finally chosen to give up because of that day's omen—he'd thought Qi Mei and he would live happily ever after. Now look.

The coffin rested temporarily before the county yamen's screen wall. The Su family set up a mourning altar and held a roadside funeral procession. Someone started shouting, "Summon Magistrate Jiang to pay respects!" The Su family, wearing white headbands and hemp robes, clutching mourning sticks, knelt toward the yamen and wailed loudly.

His parents' stubbornness exceeded his expectations. Chen Lin pleaded with them for two days straight before finally getting them to accept one hundred thousand yuan—no more, they refused outright. Chen Lin exhausted every tactic, yet to no avail.

Streams of visible black vapor continuously oozed from Yun Nainai's seven orifices, instantly filling the entire room.

At this moment, the only one with such confidence in Bai Qi's victory seemed to be Dai Wenna—only she truly understood Bai Qi's military prowess and discipline. Even if she herself faced Bai Qi in battle, she had not the slightest chance of winning.

He had only just begun meditation, with little familiarity with its methods. After entering the state for the first time, he felt proud and tried to re-enter it. But when he couldn't, he grew anxious, his mind wandered wildly, and finally, he fell into qi deviation.

A venerable elder in brown robes, his black hair tied up, entered through the door. The immortals were stunned—this troublemaker was none other than Shangqing Tongtian Lingbao Daojun, also known as Tongtian Jiaozhu.

The golden glow along the Wu Hook grew brighter and brighter, gradually eclipsing the sunset's afterglow and the golden hue of the bellyband, as if the Wu Hook itself were the midday sun.

Ji Youcai had long collapsed into his chair; now, he and Li Huaxing both felt like crying without tears.

Among the fleeing aquatic creatures, a massive red dragon let out a thunderous roar. At the sound, the previously panicked aquatic beings instantly calmed. Seeing this, the dragon ceased its cry, swept its claw through the water, and swiftly led the patroling Night Demons, shrimp soldiers, and crab generals toward the spot where the great tremor had occurred.

The one who could inspire the Shadow Clan to persistently hunt him—and deploy an eighth-rank Dragon Armor warrior—could certainly not be an easy target.