Chapter 163

Fang Qingye was momentarily stunned.

“Who are you? Why are you filing a complaint? Who are you accusing?”

“I’m Wang Chenyang, an employee at the Fengyi South Street Savings Office. Here’s my work ID.” The man calmly pulled out his credentials and handed them to Fang Qingye.

He took them and examined closely—it was indeed genuine.

But it says here he’s only thirty-six? Judging by his appearance, forty-six wouldn’t be an exaggeration.

“Comrade, can I come inside to speak?” Wang Chenyang asked.

The miners labored vigorously, while in the office, Li Yu and the werewolf sipped chilled tea.

The two who had just reached Sunset Peak hadn’t even caught their breath before they both sneezed at once.

Her face flushed crimson; she shot me a sidelong glance and hurriedly reached behind her back to fumble for the clasp. Her skirt had several cut-out sections, and I had just glimpsed a corner.

The earth bore a scorched yellow hue, as if burned by flames; wind and sand swept across endless ruins, revealing the wreckage of some colossal vessel resembling a warship.

Lieyang had no idea what the Seventh Princess was thinking—he’d only wanted to avoid public attention, but now that he’d come down, he genuinely needed to urinate. He barely shuffled inside, turned his heel, and shut the door.

“Understood.” He didn’t run; the wind lifted the front of his coat, sunlight dancing upon his head.

At the moment Li Feiyu raised his hand, Yu Zitong instinctively held his breath, pressing both hands over his mouth and nose. He’d barely prepared himself when he suddenly felt heat on his face, as if hot soup had been spilled upon it.

When she tried to enter the kitchen to help, she saw Lieyang’s legs give out; he plopped onto the grass in the courtyard, fresh blood spurting out, starkly bleak under the setting sun.

The opponent wore a tight black suit, half his face covered—a sight that looked utterly awkward.

The Judge glanced at Ox Head and Horse Face; both kept their heads down, fiddling with their lapels, as if they hadn’t heard Bai Yang’s words.

Therefore, Gao Ang decisively exchanged another 100 SR-level Wish Coins with Luo Qi and continued praying for “the strongest defensive shield.”

You cultivate the Path of Extinction, yet you always cling to them—let go, let go; after all these years, you still haven’t awakened!” Jieyin sighed, his tone brimming with frustration.

He hadn’t expected to land a direct hit; in his mind, no one could withstand a strike from his “Crimson Demon Eye” unscathed.

Though Evil Dispersion could continuously inflict massive damage upon the skeletons, its excessive energy drain would inevitably affect the Sun Disc’s operation—after all, the law of energy conservation still held true in this world.

But at that moment, Chen Tian suddenly shot out another beam of light, wrapping it around the broken wooden spear just three inches above the water’s surface, then yanked it back violently, slamming it onto the ground.

Until the final swordlight pierced the palm’s space, the Dark Moon Palm Seal followed suit—fingers curled inward, the palm closed tightly, squeezing together.

There was no farewell; they simply parted. Feng Yue walked without purpose, strolling aimlessly, thinking as he went.

I and Qian Guanzi obediently followed the rules, landing at the main gate at the foot of Zhengyang Peak, where we underwent identity checks by the guarding disciples before ascending the mountain.

The elite Sarand riders, the ruthless desert bandits—their aura was no less formidable than theirs.

Yet the moment Chen Tian extended his spiritual awareness, before it reached the wall, it was blocked by an overwhelmingly dominant force and flung back.

On the western coast of Xizhou, Linhai City was originally under the Shang family’s control, but it has now been absorbed into the Jiang family’s domain and now belongs to the Northern Jiang Kingdom. Yet the Jiang family has never publicly established the Northern Jiang Kingdom—after all, in Xizhou, the imperial legitimacy for nearly a hundred thousand years has always belonged to the Duanmu clan’s Tianmu Kingdom.

Ji Luohong, seeing Ji Mingyu unable to make sense of anything, slammed his rice bowl down hard on the table.

Heiyan carried Yuan Yian, slowly bringing him to a village—eerily silent, with only a few scattered crows perched on dead trees, cawing.