Chapter 179: Breaking Through the Empress

The Empress's cheeks grew slightly warm.

Every time she heard Chen Mo call her "baby," her heartbeat would skip a beat.

She pressed her hands against Chen Mo's chest and said urgently, "Let go of this palace lady first…"

"No."

Chen Mo didn't loosen his grip—he pulled her even tighter.

His arms wrapped around her supple waist, their bodies pressed together; even through the palace gown, he felt the delicate texture of her skin, as light as clouds, yet with the weight of honey-laden branches.

For Xuelian'er, staying in the palace was fine aside from not being able to see her family freely—besides, with Lianshan around, it was somewhat comforting.

But this suddenly expanded tornado was too brutal, instantly shredding countless demons and monsters within it.

The Murphy's Law concept was a bit too obscure, leaving the audience stunned, big question marks hovering above their heads. Some who knew Murphy's Law were also puzzled.

This was a high-end entertainment club with steep prices; she originally disagreed with coming here, but He Jiandong said birthdays only come once a year, and a little luxury now and then was fine.

These anxieties stemmed from Qin Mo's changes—he showed nothing outwardly, but when he asked this, she knew he deeply cared about her blindness.

The two corpses suddenly collapsed, clearly having died from bitten necks that silenced them completely… Only a long blood trail remained on the morgue floor; after some time, nothing was left.

"I haven't even seen what's in this package yet!" Guoguo was reluctant, but finally followed Qiao Muchen's instructions and walked out.

When they saw a large, dark-clad man fighting an actor dressed in Miao attire, their minds went into chaos.

"I can't properly discipline you anymore—I'm sending you to juvenile detention!" Guoguo spoke with saintly righteousness, her face full of moral conviction.

But what could be done? The Spring Dao Soldiers were Song Mingting's summoned entities—others could deploy Guardian Gods, Dao Soldiers, Spirit Pets, and puppets in duels; why shouldn't Song Mingting be allowed to?

Jiang Nan nodded, tracing back forty years—it would have been before the Reform and Opening Up, when China was still poor and destitute, and class struggle kept many silent.

"Let's go, don't make Lun wait—he'll throw another tantrum!" Nangong Bingyi said gently, leading the way toward the distant RV.

"Gao Deng is already dead at my hands; you're not far behind, Lord Hu." Li Yihang said calmly.

"I didn't come here about Blue Fury—I'm taking a Wing Seal from you." Amy.

The "backbone" members of those families, hearing Zhicun Yang's words, all rebelled—although Zhicun Longma had been the catalyst, he was merely a puppet; if they could obtain the cultivation methods for Tornado Rain Strike and True Three-Fire, Zhicun Longma and his group could be sacrificed at any time.

When Ye Zi mentioned Black Gold, the few idle chatterers nearby fell silent, all turning their heads to stare at Ye Zi.

The two clashed in the drizzle, splashing mud everywhere; Li Yihang, young and strong, wielded precise techniques, while Lu Li, experienced and with deeper internal energy, matched him evenly—the battle was evenly matched, neither gaining the upper hand.

Although he was the lord of the Hundred Poisons Sect, the Heaven and Earth Sect, and the Dongyue Sect, his control over these three sects was primarily aimed at finding the Tianlang Martial Saint, Penglai Martial Saint, and Zhumu Martial Saint.

Poor Yoshikawa Furan had barely surfaced when his senior's foot crushed down hard, shattering his cranial vault and snapping his cervical spine—he died instantly.

Even if the possibility was only one in a thousand, as long as there was the slightest chance, he could not calm his mind to make a decision.