Chapter 603: All‑Round Authority

Fang Chongyong sat upright at the desk, just like a statue in the Sanqing Hall. Hmm, to Li Zhen, he was a statue one could make a wish to.

But there's no guarantee of success; the wish might be in vain.

"Grand Marshal, as long as you support, the Crown Prince and the like are just a matter of words."

Li Zhen knelt on the ground, suppressing his excitement as he spoke.

Indeed, if Fang Chongyong wholeheartedly supports a certain prince, that prince can...

As the gathered cultivators were stunned, the chief disciple of the Kunlun Sect, who was the most cultivated among them, slightly furrowed his brows and asked. Compared with the arrogant Qingxu Sect disciples, the chief disciple of the Kunlun Sect, as the head of a cultivation sect, was somewhat refined, yet as thick‑skinned as a city wall.

"Puff!" the Round Lump suddenly lost control, fell to the ground, and the sky‑filled red light vanished.

Li Yingjun, with each additional bite, would recall the filthy rice tub at home swarming with flies, nearly bringing tears to his eyes.

This press conference, or rather Flying Entertainment's public apology, was far smaller in scale than the previous two. As Yu Qing had predicted, it seemed the reporters had conspired to give Flying Entertainment a harsh rebuke, and about eighty percent of them didn't show up.

At the Edge of Life and Death, Meng Xuan still refused to concede; Ye Cheng wouldn't think the guy was particularly steadfast, but subtly guessed his intentions.

Even if a Solo Demon Pet returns to Solo Demon City and wants to immediately go back to its master, it will be blocked by their leader. After all, they became the player's Solo Demon Pet, the slot still sits under each BOSS; occupying the spot without contributing, it hinders the BOSS from receiving other Solo Demons, directly affecting revenue.

However, when they acted, the hatred they had accumulated in their hearts was instantly exposed.

Regarding Dongfang Ruyun's various speculations, Liang Tian, who always trusts his brothers, cut off Dongfang Ruyun's Brainhole Path.

"Damn, you two actually dared to use us as a shield; I'm going to crush you right now!" the scruffy-bearded man, having regained his strength, cursed while, together with another, dragged the remaining two people to the center of the crowd, the black muzzle of his gun aimed at their heads.

In her view, once they go back to collect their wages, they can have Ice Zhanlin; is it necessary to make such a fuss?

At this moment, the Demon Lord perhaps resembled the former Qing Rou, clad in a frost‑white robe, his long silver hair fluttering wildly in the wind, his flawless face stunning yet devoid of any warmth. In his calm, deep eyes there was no hint of movement, while his brows still radiated a flamboyant, proud aura.

Just as she was about to close the door after returning to the room, a wisp of darkness flashed in; before the light could be lit, a pleasant scent of peach blossoms drifted in. "Why did you follow me in? Didn't Master Wuxu say a guest room was arranged for you? Hurry back and sleep!" Jiu Er cooed teasingly.

"Well... you go in first, I'll turn around." Ye Li also felt a bit awkward, tucked away his cynical expression, and turned his back.

Thinking of this, Zhou Quan reached out and patted Qing Ju's head; although she was a slave, she wasn't particularly dirty, and perhaps she had found soapberry, for her hair was smoother than any shampoo, jet‑black and glossy.

Chen Si, muttering curses, stepped back a few paces, reluctantly yielding the front‑line position.

As for Zhou Ziwei, when Cen Beisheng thought of him, he couldn't help but squint; he still hoped the other could return to the right path, so that their efforts wouldn't have been in vain.

Jiang Susu felt a tinge of sorrow; Wang Sheng and the Zhang family were neighbors, with regular friendly visits, otherwise they wouldn't have sat together at the banquet, yet she hadn't expected the murderer to be the brother‑like neighbor.

Meng Hui's younger brother Meng Chao was a typical prodigal son, unlearned in the three teachings and nine trades, idle all day; his greatest asset was his extensive connections, which led this inquiry all the way to outside Tan Chun Pavilion.