Chapter 393: Unprecedented in Ten Thousand Ages — Who Dares to Speak Again?

Only those who had one foot already stepped into the Ghost Gate, whose entire bodies were visibly about to vanish inside, yet were yanked back alive, could understand this feeling.

Judging solely by rank and combat power, with his current strength, dealing with these Four Sacred Beasts would be like crushing four ants. With ten thousand combat points, even one against four, if the Four Sacred Beasts attacked him, they might not even harm him.

As for alcohol, Su Nian'an always ignored it; she never drank a drop, and when clinking cups with Qin Muchen, she used only beverages.

No further words were spoken in the room, but Su Nian'an occasionally opened her eyes to check if he was asleep. In the darkness, she couldn't see clearly, but sensing his steady breathing, she relaxed and fell into weary sleep.

They had stood facing each other for three days without launching a single move. They had fought several times already with no result; blind action would only repeat the same outcome, which was perfectly normal for peerless experts.

She ignored Qin Mucang and turned instead to Qin Muchen, who was busy in the kitchen. She walked softly behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist.

Ji Lei's face still wore that same smile, and without hesitation, she lifted the curtain on the cart, revealing the contents within to all.

Chen Jun was observing Ling Xiao's expression, yet Ling Xiao was equally attentive to Chen Jun's subtle changes.

She closed her eyes and pretended to sleep, forcing her breathing to remain steady, yet her heart pounded relentlessly. Leaning against his chest, she clearly heard Qin Muchen's heartbeat — that steady rhythm, like a lullaby, unknowingly lulled An Nianchu into real sleep.

Qing E murmured, her face filled with confusion — Could I really have an older sister named Yu Yue? Is that even possible?

Having lived two lifetimes, this was the first time he had carried out "betrayal" and "sellout" with such unshakable conviction and clean efficiency.

In this region, the Yin-Yang Granny's name was extremely well-known; it was said that at night, if a child cried, adults would scare them with "The Yin-Yang Granny is coming to take you away," and the child would instantly stop crying — showing just how terrifying the Yin-Yang Granny was in the locals' eyes.

Next, Gris began using his astonishing replication ability to mass-produce magic scrolls.

Hearing Wu Zetian mention this, Tang Song suddenly understood, and couldn't help but blame himself — if he intended to restrict and suppress the Four Great Clans and the old northern families, how could he have forgotten this?

The bank manager, returned from overseas with a flushed face, enthusiastically proposed continuing the inspection of the red-light district; clearly, having experienced foreign customs, he was no longer satisfied with merely being a Western Gate Big Man domestically and was actively planning to expand overseas.

The beggar glanced at Tang Feng — not with gratitude, but with an extremely complex expression.

If it came to eccentric temper, Man Shan was far worse than Wu Jundao, but Zhang Tianduo had seen many strange people over the past two years and no longer found it odd.

Since his debut, Shen Huchan had devoted himself to upholding justice, slaying evil and rooting out corruption, acting on heaven's behalf. Years of wandering the Jianghu, Shen Huchan had met six friends who shared his ideals. They swore brotherhood and called themselves the "Seven Bandits," robbing the rich to aid the poor, rescuing the desperate and the helpless, accomplishing countless deeds praised throughout the Jianghu.

At that moment, he realized Jeral had already arrived before him. "Trouble!" Leo also realized he was about to fall into danger.

Su Dingfang led ten thousand elite cavalry of Qin Mubai's personal guard, departing the city under cover of night, carrying a military order capable of deciding the lives of ten thousand.

While the major powers struggled in indecision, Ge Mo once again imported several Russian-made fighter jets and swiftly established his own air and naval forces.

Before Fisolo could finish speaking, a voice suddenly rang out; the cloak fell away, revealing a tall middle-aged man whose body exuded a faint but powerful aura.

A silhouette stood tall and majestic, radiating safety, descending from the heavens and standing before Lin Siqi.

"Of course, but bribing the judges requires a lot of money. Of course, I can cover the cost — but there's a condition!" the man said greedily.

He was a loyal hired hand of the Crown Prince Faction — a ruthless man capable of doing anything.

"Fall before me! The Xuantong Divine Vein cannot possibly stand against my Wanzhan Divine Vein!" Suddenly, Mo Yan struck with a palm blow, unleashing all his Divine Vein power — an unparalleled storm instantly swallowed the target.

Tang Master, through both beneficence and heavy responsibility, finally convinced everyone that staying behind would be an insult to the entire Tang family. Thus, the group all accepted the crystal shells and missions and took their leave. Just as they turned, bidding each other tearful farewells, a sudden figure leapt out from the side.

This time, I happened to catch Taylor's glance — one that suggested he was no stranger to Moonlight City — and that's what led to the subsequent conversation.

If I ruined her reputation through the press, then played the hero rescuing the damsel by helping her escape public condemnation, perhaps the girl might fall in love with me again?