Chapter 199

Shi Yong was a second-generation rich kid from the county town, around the same age as Fang Qingye and the others, and they knew each other, though they rarely interacted.

Bai Ou saw Shi Yong greet her and replied, “Yeah, you here for hot pot too?”

“Yeah, eating hot pot... oh, I just messed up—I shouldn’t have called you by your first name; I should’ve called you Boss Bai.”

Hearing this, Bai Ou frowned slightly. “Shi Yong, what do you mean by that?”

“Of course, of course—my Fu’er can do anything.” Jing Rong’s face was filled with doting affection; Mu Xuefu felt his tenderness could melt the coldest winter into spring blossoms.

After setting the routine, we began acting. At first, I charged straight in with a Dragon Fist; Lu Ban dodged to the right, I spun halfway, my attack followed immediately, and Lu Ban dodged again.

Suddenly, the Blood River surged in massive waves, wave after wave rolling in from afar, crashing and roaring; the once-steady ship trembled violently, as if one more hit would capsize it.

I was stunned—if so, then the Cold Ice Decree was even more terrifying than imagined. No wonder the Dragon God had specifically left behind a Return to Purity to counter him, though here and now, the Return to Purity had lost its effect.

“Got it.” Tian Xing opened his backpack, and instantly a ten-meter-tall mech erupted from the ground—its height matched that of the dog-headed monster. Beneath the glow, Tian Xing flew into the mech.

The spike’s radiation range reached over fifty meters; the Primal Energy Warrior had no chance to escape and was pierced through like a hedgehog, his HP instantly drained to zero as he collapsed, dead.

Of course, the imperial family still had many higher-level Supreme Realm experts, but those individuals were essentially guardian deities of the royal house—neither would they have helped him back then nor even glanced his way, for those old men only acted when the imperial family faced annihilation.

Though it was only a thin layer, it was still shocking enough—the truth proved that the Black Hand’s people all shared the same nature, their schemes and arrangements so predictably absurd they made you want to laugh, yet left you helplessly bound.

As the blade on the ceiling drew nearer, the door seemed to recede farther away; for the first time, I realized how vital clear thinking was, and I reluctantly pressed some acupoints on my head that Xia Ling had warned me about, triggering the brain domain gene effect.

He and Yang Ruosheng were the same age, and both had once been among the Four Playboys of Ancient Tree City—but later, Yang Ruosheng’s talent and cunning far surpassed them all.

Chen Xi said it was fine, but she still felt something was wrong, and she deeply regretted it, thinking herself utterly immature and vowing never to act like that again.

Though he felt a pang of sorrow over the deaths, such a rare opportunity could not be missed.

Jin Chuchen was utterly speechless; she grabbed the cold tea on the table and downed several gulps, yet her anger wouldn’t subside—after finishing, she flung the empty cup at his head.

Chen Xi eventually obtained purer saltwater; she dipped her finger in, tasted it, and found it genuinely salty, far better than before—no bitterness at all.

The palace life left one person extremely ill at ease: the new emperor’s own father, who was lost every day.

Now it seemed they had realized Zhao Gao intended to strike at Fu Su—if Fu Su died, no one else could possibly uphold the throne. Could the Qin dynasty’s centuries-old foundation collapse within decades? No one had expected this.

Even without activating the Holy Prison’s core, merely through accumulated slaughter, the Demon Sword’s awakening bonuses, and the Demon Awakening’s ability to ignore rank, Luo Ning could crush Wen Ni and her Nightmare Armor head-on.