Chapter 618: Are You the Emperor Who Keeps Things Fresh?

Fang Chongyong looked somewhat puzzled at the sudden visitor Gao Shang, who was sitting at the desk in the government office study, drafting the "Five-Year Development Outline." Seeing this, he couldn't help but be a little stunned.

He doesn't recall what important matter he recently notified Li Lin about.

What he really needed to say seemed as routine as official business: to inform the other party that at the turn of this summer and autumn, the first imperial examination will be held in Bianzhou.

This matter isn't really a secret, after all the authorities have posted notices everywhere.

A bolt of thunder burst from overhead, forming an ancient, rustic city. Black thunder swirled above it, along with violet lightning, red thunderlight, blue arcs, and countless other thunderous forces.

When Great Hand clenched, a divine mountain appeared before him, turning into a flash of light; with a bang, it was pressed onto the palace.

"Fine… great kindness need not be thanked; my nephew will surely repay in the future," Duanmu Xiaotian took it, directly wrapping it with divine thought and inserting it into the Yuan Shen Dao intention.

Ding Feng smashed Great Hand with a punch and stepped forward. He had already reached the opposite side of Heikong. The two were only a meter apart, a distance far too close. Ding Feng pointed a finger at Heikong's brow; from the fingertip, threads of thunderlight spewed, containing destructive power.

The reporters in the ward immediately stirred, their eyes sparkling with excitement, eager to anticipate the conversation that would follow between the two.

But he caught sight of the bright ruby finger ring on Liu Yuru's hand, and changed his mind, crossing out what had already been filled in and writing "Class C Guard No. 3" instead.

Under the preconception of the sole true realm, even beings like him are blinded by a single leaf. At this moment, however, he fully understood.

A wild, domineering aura that shatters everything and tears open heaven and earth surged within him; it was the Dominant Sword Intent. With Qin Liang's eyes, one could naturally perceive clearly that this was the truly newly realized Sword Intent, not a release after concealment.

While speaking, he sneered at him with a contemptuous glance; before he could react, a flash of movement darted into the crowded lounge.

He heard the solemn tone and saw Duanmu Xiaotian's serious attitude; everyone took it seriously, staying alert at all times and obeying Duanmu Xiaotian's orders.

As for his own safety, Li Mingze was not worried at all; apart from the talisman array he had set, Li Mingze had never seen any demon come to this entrance to scout.

We have always tried to concentrate six kinds of power onto a single Admiral, making him the savior of this world. From the start we went astray, because he could never fully fuse those six powers together; after all, they are not powers belonging to humans.

An Qing felt deep anger in her heart; after finally obtaining three Ten‑Thousand‑Year Ghost Fruits, they were snatched away first by two members of the Tianhe Sect.

That was also their greatest reliance; they had originally thought that with two spears they could lead the Panlong Sect to break into the top ten before the Fanhua Stone Tablet.

Xue Ziqing couldn't help but let out a giggle, like a luminous pearl glowing, like a hundred flowers blooming, as if the whole garden brightened instantly.

At this moment, Xia Zizai heard the Grand Zhou Prince's laughter and realized that the prince had finally understood.

Wangu Shangren saw his opponent suddenly change, and halted his ongoing attack.

Xiao Tianhao's face showed a worried expression. He knew that Li Tao had been taken to Nizi Dam Prison, and there was little chance left for a rescue.

He slowly closed his eyes, preparing to calm his mind again and continue cultivation; at that moment, Mu Xiuhua's voice suddenly sounded again.

Ye Xin's sword flew out, but was struck back by a palm of that Black Robe Ghost Face, causing him to spit blood. He had already been gravely wounded from previous battles, merely persisting through sheer will; in his current state, he was fundamentally unable to contend with a being of the Second Realm.

【5】 "Tonight's sky isn't shedding rain, it's shedding blood—human blood!" He lifted his head, staring blankly at the dense rain curtain outside the City God Temple; the rain now formed countless silver threads, flickering in the wind, as if the whole city were cloaked in a thick veil.

"Tonight's sky, it's not rain that's falling, it's blood, human blood!" He lifted his head, staring blankly at the dense rain curtain outside the City God Temple; at this moment the rain was joining into countless silver threads, flickering in the wind, as if the whole city were shrouded in this thick curtain.