Chapter 94: Dogs Bite Dogs? All Must Die!

The Empress received the Emperor's respect, but she would never receive love; this so-called respect was merely bought by her sacrificing her own love, suppressing all her jealousy, and feigning generosity—so though she was the mother of the realm, peerless in grace, her face showed only dignity and poise, never affection or happiness.

Xi Lingyue gained a touch of steadiness, radiating a hint of sanctity; Meng Ninghen was dreamlike and fairylike, ethereal and otherworldly, becoming even more elusive, beautiful to the point of inspiring no trace of profane thought.

Ding Guoguo was currently hiding behind a large tree, peering ahead; Ke Lan suddenly spoke behind her, startling her—she quickly turned and signaled him to be silent.

These five powers were all at the Saintly Martial peak; though envious, none dared speak out.

And this wasn't just one attack—it was a multi-stage attack pattern! At that moment, I also saw the current MT.

"Coincidence? This is my father's ward—I leaving is normal, but you, a neurosurgery intern, lingering here as a spy is not." Ouyang Yi spoke coldly.

Liu Wushuang was extremely arrogant—he too had reached the Semi-Divine realm, outpacing Cheng Lingyu in cultivation level.

Shi Kai's words darkened the ancient-looking face of the elder; no one had ever dared speak to a Mingxuan Sect elder this way, let alone before all cultivators under heaven—how would Mingxuan Sect ever recruit others after this?

Xue Xian Leng Ao Shuang, Ling Mengxin, Chi Mei Lao Mo with Shi Feng, Feng Xiaoyu with Beichen Haoyu, Jiu Yu Hou with Xuan Ni, and Ju Sheng Fu Ren with Qian Chuan all successfully seized their slots; those who lost them suffered countless deaths and injuries.

Before entering the palace, Jingcheng had always called Lun Ling "Wang Fei"; after entering the palace, the title changed to "Empress"—the words "Lun Ling" had not been heard for a very, very long time.

"Good! Let's break out together!" Vita immediately ordered the troops to break through—but he did not know this breach was deliberately left open by humans, actually a trap.

"Won't you use your great sword?" Las Pengqing asked in a perfectly normal tone, gripping his own great sword.

"Has Elder Wei's health improved? You Youmeng has come to visit." Shangguan Youmeng and Wei Xian both knew the purpose wasn't so simple, yet seeing Wei Xian's still-poor complexion, Shangguan Youmeng couldn't help but worry.

"How many troops are assigned to the Special Army?" Remont gripped his head, expression utterly helpless.

The enemy forces were thrown into disarray by this sudden ambush—easily penetrated, then counter-encircled and split apart. Wei Banqu quickly ordered a retreat, but the encircled units had their combat power drastically weakened and morale plummeted, making any response difficult.

"Though we have firepower superiority, our robot units are too few." Lei Ting frowned deeply, "By the way, how's the task I assigned you going?" She was deeply worried her plan wouldn't make it in time.

He Lang now felt life held no meaning—even in the Immortal Mirror, which he'd always considered a paradise, the itching wouldn't leave him; he felt his life was already over.

Yang Jinxin felt utterly limp; she leaned slightly against the wall, waiting for her sister to return. She'd walked from the Inspector's mansion and felt as if she'd walked for ages; in the cool autumn breeze, she'd felt her thin qipao soaked through with sweat.

Zhang Mo could imagine where they'd go just by counting his toes—he stormed over, and as expected, those shameless pair were indeed there; he caught them red-handed.

Once we arrive, fighting those bald monks of the Western Heaven, this ability might prove unexpectedly useful.

When Tian Ming mentioned his third uncle, the old man fell silent—Tian Ming's true outburst stemmed from this very matter.

Before the city gate officer could react, Ye Jin had already led his men, grandly entering the prefectural city.

"Just charge me the same fee you'd charge those past Taoist priests." These gold and silver weren't very useful to her anyway; she never intended to stay here for life.

Chen Ze looked puzzled—what soul? what virtue? He barely believed in souls; as for virtue, he felt his daily conduct was already quite decent.

A figure with almost no body heat or living aura, like a walking corpse, stepped out from beside Ye Jin and entered the left pit.

Though she wasn't a healing cultivator, after years of studying array-artifacts, she knew that within array-artifact development there existed something called a medicinal artifact.

"We enter the Secret Realm the day after tomorrow—I wonder if we'll end up in the same place." Zhuohua rested her chin on her hand, feeling melancholy.

The cultivators who rushed in, trying to capture Ye Jin alive, couldn't even summon their treasures before being driven into panicked flight, fleeing in disarray from the Pingjing Array.

In the past, Ye Zhexian, one man, one sword, breached the seventh level of the Sword Tower and stopped at the eighth, becoming the first in Lusheng's history to do so.

Han Wanner's expression was solemn; the opponent lurked in darkness and wielded such dark arts—she felt a chill run down her spine.

Liu Miaoqing sighed, looking at Su Juan; sometimes being constantly remembered isn't a good thing—right now, she felt her future promotion path was exceedingly dim.

How do you know he hasn't laid some hidden traps during this time? Even if you don't think of yourself, shouldn't you consider your senior brother's safety?

You Lie had already returned to the dining sofa. His eyes held the haze of drunkenness, lazily half-closed; the light in his dark pupils flickered faintly beneath his lashes. His intoxication didn't show on his face, but a faint blush subtly seeped through his eye corners.

Delegates voiced opinions on the current security situation, demanding in interviews that social order be rectified.

Border conditions were harsh; winter made them even harder, but grain supplies and winter clothing arrived just in time.

At that moment, Su Xinhong—who had been relentlessly attacking—halted his assault; his tall figure stood straight as a pine under the hazy moonlight, lightning crackling around him, blurring all else.

Her other claw deftly pinched the back of the lynx's neck, rescuing it from beneath the man's foot and placing it before Lei Shan.

"I heard the Emperor publicly stripped the Director of the Ministry of Works of his cap, his beard flying with rage." Su Yi spoke without expression.

Cheng Jingyu was caught off guard—she hadn't had time to withdraw her gaze—and their eyes met directly, their gazes colliding.

Yes, it's because I care. I'll never tell her these words; in my view, she can feel all of it already.

"Lord, as you instructed, I've been waiting in that courtyard—Gu Lao has indeed come, but he had no intention of approaching…" Sophie recounted the First Squad's events in full detail to Chen Zui.