Chapter 458: The Dao Fruit Magic Treasure, the Fallen Immortal Sword Spirit

Shi Nandang’s blatant favoritism made everyone on the summit look at Zheng Fa with envy.

But no one thought it was wrong.

Zheng Fa had seized the most spiritual materials from the Hundred Immortal Alliance, perhaps even the only notable achievement Shi Nandang could show.

Now he was still a disciple of the Holy Ancestor, cultivating the orthodox version of the Crimson Sky Jade Scroll.

In Zheng Fa’s understanding, this was like having your company’s top salesperson be your brother-in-law—calling it meritocracy despite nepotism.

Their hands had already gripped the gun chambers, but at Luo Anning’s words, they paused.

The broken thigh bone needed time to grow, so during this period, Manman could only move by wheelchair.

Mo Feng’s pupils shrank sharply—he knew Xiao Ling had killed Hei Sha and the Ming Hall Master, his strength now surpassed his own; even if he broke through to the Seventh-Star Martial Sovereign, he still wouldn’t be Xiao Ling’s match.

He carefully straightened his clothes, opened the door, and walked in slowly, his gaze taking in the fluffy slippers by the entrance and the toys scattered across the carpet.

Xu Qinqin now had her entire focus on the man, so of course she accepted whatever he said.

“So, come to thank me?” Ye Qiao sat before the dressing table, smiling as she looked at Lu Qianmo through the bronze mirror.

Luo Anning and Fu Shaoquan sat quietly, listening as the lawyers clashed, until finally the verdict came: the Angel Company had stolen Luoquan Company’s design drafts and must compensate them.

But His Majesty was merciful, and considering Pu Tao’s pregnancy, he directly granted the unborn child a princely title to inherit the princely mansion upon birth.

Upon hearing this, Zhi Xi’s eyes darkened slightly, avoiding direct gaze, unsure how to speak of Shen Ling.

Because this was just plain unscientific—a major boss acting this cowardly? Impossible. Had he dialed the wrong number?

Bao Chao and the thirty-odd riders charging ahead suddenly burst with blood from their bodies like sieves, never even crying out before collapsing heavily to the ground.

Run Da TaiTai gave her a scornful look, angry inside, yet what she said was true—how could she be mad?

“Holy King, I only beg you not to tell my father—I want you to lie and say I died fighting the Qing demons! Also, I beg you to have Qin Xin flayed alive!” Luo Feide finished, then seized the moment to break free from the two Holy King’s guards holding him, lunging suddenly toward Feng Yunshan.

Bei Ming Gu Tian kept his head down, hidden beneath his hat, his face invisible, but his voice sounded cold and chilling, unlike the man he’d met last time.

Thus, Xia Ruyu was currently the only legitimate son of the Xia family, yet he had also, in effect, usurped Xia Ruling’s status—after all, Xia Ruling was the head of the main branch’s fourth generation.

“That’s right—the Lord of the Sky.” Dieti pointed at the crystal ball, and all the figures dissolved into swirling mist, eventually forming the Lord of the Sky’s likeness.

After saying this, he continued walking forward, leaving me standing dumbfounded in place.

“This TV station is shameless—actually stealing our son’s program!” Qiu Ma complained irritably.

Though we’d never interacted before, since they’d come to our door waiting, we naturally had to treat them with proper courtesy—the kind due to honored guests.

The Legendary Elder glanced at Adam—this young man was no ordinary opponent; he’d already set the Desert God as his prey.

His index finger lightly traced Wen Yu Kou’s soft chin, her earlobe, then paused on her lips, gently rubbing.

“I was just saying it offhand—after our failed dragon-slaying, I realize our strength still isn’t strong enough. No more talk. If there’s nothing else, let’s set off now.” Optimus Prime scratched his scalp and proposed firmly to everyone.

Yue spoke softly; hearing this, Han Yue blushed deeply and buried her head against Xiao Yan’s chest.