Chapter 442

“That Xia something—go get the two women from your Qinglian Island. Oh, what’s the name of the one with the big chest?” Feng Zhongshan had no idea he was playing with fire, his eyes narrowed to slits, burning with desire.

Wei Wuxian’s heart trembled, a chill crawling up his spine.

Feng Zhongshan seemed to sense something—his true qi and magical power surged violently as he whirled around, fixing his gaze on Xia Daoming, who stood two zhang away without moving a muscle, a smirk curling at his lips.

Thus, the four major factions each dispatched their most elite disciples to move immediately, all eager to be the first to capture Ye Feng—creating the opportunity for these young elites to gather together.

“Which company are you from?” Xiao Yi, mounted on a towering steed, finally spoke, his voice carrying authority; he had already resolved to crack down on military discipline, though he had just returned and hadn’t even entered his own residence.

Lin Rui wanted to suggest dealing with Chen Bingkun, but thought better of it; he merely mentioned the name—Lu Rongting would understand.

Fight—must fight. This was why Marshal Yang had stood high on this spot since early morning, staring at Guzhen.

It must be said that these King-level experts were all extraordinarily capable; before long, Wang Ci had already found a massive carriage. The seven of them sat inside without feeling cramped at all; the interior decoration was uniquely refined, and they set off toward the road to Wanggong City.

Kong Yang, also trained as a covert agent, struck with equal cunning; the black-clad man grew increasingly alarmed, unable to find even a single weakness in Kong Yang’s attacks.

The ministers kneeling on the ground rose one after another, following Li Linfu, Li Shizhi, and Pei Yaoqing in orderly fashion, bowing respectfully as they stepped out through the vermilion gates of Ganlu Hall behind Li Longji.

Chu Tian’s lips curled into a faint smile. Though he felt a strong urge to beat the assassin senseless and extract the mastermind’s identity, impulse was the devil—and given the assassin’s lethal skills, capturing him was far from certain.

Xue Yu furrowed her brows slightly, not answering immediately. When she looked at Ding Zi, she saw clear, bright eyes—no panic, no tension, no trace of fear, only calm, as if nothing before her mattered at all.

But every extra moment of waiting made them more vulnerable; now, they had no choice but to take their final step.

“So you don’t have anything you particularly want? Anyone you particularly want to be with?” Su Nan asked out of pure curiosity.

“I really thought you were just teasing me…” Before Shi Yi could finish, a chase scene erupted—him running, her pursuing.

“Why scare Que’er?” came Ye Zhen’s weak voice from the bed. Li Ge startled, rushing over to help Ye Zhen sit up.

Release a golden butterfly capable of crossing the galaxy, to explore the mysterious location of Earth as described by Father and Mother.

Already calling him “Jiege” again after just a few days. Indeed, all female creatures are fickle.

“Not as good as what you’re used to, but the flavor’s decent.” He took a sip himself—the faint tea aroma spread through his mouth, warming his thin frame.

Yuan Xiao, furious, stomped her foot hard—but who would care about her expression now?

“You know Jin Hua Group and Chu Group are sworn enemies, right?” Chu Haoxuan sneered at Ye Zhengkai’s reaction.

Her fiancé wasn’t much of a talker—he just smiled. Whatever we said, he’d just smile warmly, never saying much.

Unknowingly, in his panic, he grabbed not only her sleeve but also the front of her blouse—there was a sharp rip, and Gu Nianxi instantly clutched her torn garment, covering her exposed body.

Lu Ming rolled over violently on the ground; soon, a large bulge swelled on his abdomen, growing larger with each pained cry.