Chapter 597: Gold-Threaded Jade Robe

As the Shangyuan Festival approached, in a certain manor within Kaifeng City, the landlords who owned the most land among the various prefectures under Xuanwu Town's jurisdiction all sent representatives to hold a meeting here.

Not coming was out of the question; it involved their lives and fortunes—who would dare not come?

Everyone gathered together, supposedly for a major matter, and incidentally to attend the enthronement ceremony of Prince Yong Li Lin a few days later.

Of course, the Yong Prince and such are completely irrelevant; whoever takes the throne cannot do without the support of these big landlords.

Han Tong muttered to himself: "I still say the same thing—I will keep waiting, until you let go of all your worries. If you happen to survive to the end, you'll never shake me off; if you die, I will observe widowhood for you."

What's more, strangely enough, even under his divine sense he couldn't detect where the attack was coming from.

Xuanming, wanting to sleep well and avoid the martial arts conference, wedged his head in the entrance of his cave dwelling and couldn't pull it out, yet he seemed to be enjoying it immensely.

Every three years they paid huge amounts of spirit stones and treasures to the Changle Sect in exchange for its protection.

"Who do you think you're calling father?" Xueteng glared; the followers of the Blood Kill Sect behind him shouted and took several steps forward, while one after another, devouring souls burst from their bodies, taking up defensive positions.

After landing a hit, as the Heavenly King Wing Dragon retracted its claw, Jiang Han suddenly stepped forward and punched again, squarely striking the beast's abdomen.

Jiang Han stood a hundred meters away, the corner of his mouth curled with a faint smile, his expression relaxed, showing no panic at all.

"Now I understand!" Xie Tianen exclaimed admiringly, unable to help but praise Ye Xuan's keen observation—such minute changes did not escape his discerning eye.

Although the Second Prince wanted to refuse, since even the number-one talent, Master Ye, had said so, he could only give face and temporarily join forces—after all, they couldn't avoid getting a share of the meat.

However, just as Jiang Han turned around, out of the corner of his eye he caught a flash of silver beside Wei Dong's corpse, then it vanished.

"That prince's mansion is really outrageous," he sighed, seeing Gu Long's grim expression, Zhou Xing let out a sigh.

The arrival of wealthy nobles and scholars in the capital boosted Wan Chun County's economy, but those who came chasing flowers and honey from the place too dangerous for Bai Jia Village also gave Ruo Xin quite a headache.

All along the way, Chu Aotian wore a constant grin, his relaxed, contented demeanor like a well-fed wolf, refreshed and energized, even taking the initiative to greet people—something unheard of before.

He Kui's blade in his palm, as Kong Yuan unleashed his Mighty Vajra Palm, was also slashed out at the same time, exuding an extremely eerie aura; the demonic flames covering his body made him look extraordinarily uncanny—he and Kong Yuan were precisely the righteous and the wicked, the Buddha and the demon.

"How is that possible? My strength is at least late-stage Earth Martial Realm—how could you still hold on!" Fu Qingyun gritted his teeth and snarled; his face, flushed crimson and scaled like a dragon's from the blood-dragon aura, looked terrifying even as he raged.

"That won't happen, but you never said so either." Duanmu Qing never does anything that puts him at a loss, including talking about love.

Yet he was like a cup of drug, constantly giving off a tempting fragrance and alluring color that could cloud one's mind—even knowing it was poison, one would willingly drink it.

Since this thing comes from the metallic invaders of the Lou Cheng world, it must possess considerable combat power; if it runs amok, it will surely bring Lin Tianyao a lot of trouble.

"The demonic path needs stronger warriors." In response to Zhou Qianying's words, Xia Li didn't answer directly but instead uttered a puzzling remark.

He must seize the time to grow stronger all the way, ultimately possessing an overwhelming strength that transcends everything—that is the true way of a king.

Murong Feng devoted himself to the Grand Dao, focusing his thoughts: earth, water, fire, wind—the Dao of earth governs creation, the Dao of water governs life, the Dao of fire governs destruction, the Dao of wind governs agility. Having never before used this Chaotic True Water, he wondered how to control it.