Chapter 404: Development Vision, Praise the Demon Ancestor

Zheng Fa's demand regarding the sea region plunged the hall into silence once more.

Though Sect Master Yan and the other four showed little change in expression, they were surely secretly transmitting messages to one another, exchanging views.

The idea of carving the sea region into the Baixian Alliance's sphere of influence had been settled in Zheng Fa's mind before he ever came to the alliance meeting:

The main reason was still to show his confidence — if he raised no demands at all and simply went along with whatever Wu Sect said, that attitude would appear far too weak.

But this proposal,

each and every one of them hides behind the name of Sharp Sword, acting as if no one else exists, strutting about as if nothing in this world could hold them, these people of Sharp Sword, down.

What he pursues is wealth and power, but in the end it is nothing more than the innate unease within his heart at work — scheming and straining by every means simply to stay alive.

Without a word, Chen Yi drew out Ganjiang and slashed straight across; though it was underwater, Ganjiang's might did not fade for it. Seeing this, the water ghost let out a shriek — even Chen Yi could hear it beneath the water — and after casting a panicked glance at him, fled at top speed toward a certain place.

Amid a stretch of pitch-black wind and snow, the ice giants roared; even these monsters dwelling in Nibelung's frozen lands could not endure the extreme cold wrought by Morlia's innate gift.

Yan Bei laughed upon hearing this. His meeting with Qu Yi had come about precisely because both were men of towering ambition — Yan Bei commanded orders while Qu Yi excelled at war, their cooperation seamless as a single cloth. For the two of them, a person without a shred of ambition would never earn their regard.

Today, having just finished dinner and with nothing to do, she slipped into a casual summer outfit that showed off her fine figure, and made her way to Villa No. 38.

Regarding this, he was certainly grateful — and of course there was another point: now this was no longer a matter for them alone, but for them and the players of several other nations; they absolutely could not disgrace Huaxia.

"Someone else climbing the mountain?" Kong Xueru frowned at the words, but asked no further. He took three jars of wine, grabbed some dried meat, and left.

Once the leader's impression of him soured, Luo Shiliang would be thoroughly shut out of the center of power.

He clearly knew that Lin Huang must have heard of him. He simply skipped the idle talk and laid out the challenge rules he himself had set.

Indeed, Cagliari's strength was formidable, but AC Milan's image as a prestigious club had long sunk deep into people's hearts. As for Chelsea? They had money — an enormous amount of it. Over the past two summer transfer windows, Chelsea had whipped up a storm of petro-dollars across the European transfer market.

Xianyun's face was a picture of aching reluctance, but on second thought, had it not been for this Fourth Prince, she would likely have already become a soul beneath the blade.

He was a northerner; back in the day his grandfather had followed the Huang family's Gulu Hall all the way to Qinghuai, and so the family had settled here in Qinghuai as well.

"Rebellion!" Mo Ziqian said flatly, without the slightest sense that he was uttering anything of importance.

A generation's alchemist, Lei Ya, suddenly passed away in his own home — the cause of death being myocardial infarction. The news did not cause much of a stir outside, but within the Cultivation World it drew a chorus of sighs.

Perhaps it was Qian Qingxi's illusion — when the eyes of this National Preceptor of Dongqing Kingdom, whom she had never met, met hers, a flicker of killing intent, present yet elusive, surfaced in those otherwise placid pools.

In truth, when Yun Tiange spoke of saving a person, she meant Jiang Tian — she meant to obtain a treasure for him, to compound an antidote for him. But Yun Yuan had assumed she meant saving the world. Actually, saving the world was no big matter either; if she had the ability, she might as well save them all in one go — no harm in it.

Gu Shu had made her look this wretched, and dumped her into such a perilous environment — how could she possibly devote herself wholeheartedly to searching for him?

That crack, however, was too high — three zhang above the ground beneath their feet — but on either side there were stones one could set foot on. At the very least they could still think of a way to step up, and then little by little chisel out a hole above.