Chapter 457: Three Years! Variable or Anomaly!

After watching He Lian ride his sword away from the pavilion, silence fell once more over the structure.

Xia Hou slammed his fist hard against the floor, his expression like a wrathful golden statue, roaring like a beast:

“Damn it!!!”

The sound echoed through the pavilion, yet no one spoke to comfort him.

Qin Zhan Yue sighed slowly and said:

“We, a band of withered logs and rotten timber, can only hide—

With no other choice, Xu Damao went to complain; Director Li, though weary, made him start from the lowest assembly line in the factory.

The Great Yu Prince wore a sharply tailored black formal suit, each hand Wan ed by a stunningly beautiful Empress of the East and West Palaces, both clad in white gowns, followed by ten equally breathtaking Imperial Consorts also dressed in white gowns—this family looked like celestial beings from heaven, too radiant to gaze upon directly.

The guide, Ba Sen, frowned; they hadn’t even walked far—why had they stopped again?

“Watch me...!” The three ten-level players, heavily hired, immediately perked up, ready to show off their prowess.

This shocked everyone else—the box contained only two bars of gold, yet how could it be so heavy?

If negotiation could resolve this, all the better; as long as it stayed within King Yue’s psychological limits, he had no objection to paying some price to settle the matter.

In these few days, the other sales clerks had also grown capable, among whom Qin Jingru was the most proficient.

“Your Majesty truly plays a move that, even ten steps ahead, fills me with admiration,” Yan Ri first praised Fu Su, then raised his hand and removed his mask.

Ji Zi hurriedly bowed and said: “Father, how would we dare to be dissatisfied? We merely offer our opinions.”

A Level 600 Yin Spirit avatar of the Fifth Realm is impractical, for it requires constant willpower to control and cannot act autonomously.

The three’s attempts to stop him had no effect. The killing intent had taken root; making Feng Ni retract it now would not be easy.

Xiu Niang’s eyes glowed with blinding brightness; Ye Fan had merely revealed a hint of his physique, but to her, his nature was like the sun in darkness—its light and heat could turn her into a moth rushing into the flames.

“That’s Joseph. For a man who survived the chaos three months ago by abandoning even his comrades, walking out of the hospital on his own is an unforgivable act of suicide,” said the woman with Latin features, setting down the large basin she carried as she spoke to Alando.

Before Wu Feng stood a young man’s face—a greenhorn, clearly resentful of Wu Feng’s brilliance, who charged forward without even thinking.

“Master Ao, I’m coming in—can you sense any rule-force?” Wu Feng asked respectfully; once inside the grand hall, it was Xiao Tian Ao’s domain, and if he messed up, the master had countless ways to punish him.

“Backup hydraulic tank pressure at 80%...” A subtle warning flashed across the screen; unless you noticed the different font color, it was nearly invisible. And this was merely a yellow alert—ignorable, not affecting normal operation.

The black iron ball, still stuck on the alloy military knife, now restricted the Jiti ’s lateral movement—meaning it could not dodge particle-beam attacks from behind.

At first, they’d thought it was a street performer, but the growing chill in the air and faint curses made the group tense; Luo Yi exchanged glances with his companions, and they all rose, walking toward the disturbance.

One spear thrust—wind howled, and where the spear’s tip passed, the surrounding air surged violently, churning like boiling water.