Chapter 657: The Wu Clan

Fangfeng Ji stood over thirty zhang tall, his palms four or five zhang long and three or four zhang wide.

The peach he pulled out looked small, but it was anything but.

It was nearly as large as an infant's head, the upper half glowing crimson, the lower half pure white, with a tender green stalk—its color and shape alone made it irresistibly appealing, setting mouths watering.

What shocked Xiao Yu even more was that the peach's fragrance felt strangely familiar.

The immortal had given it to Wang Yi.

Mayor Lai's face broke into another smug smile; he was thoroughly pleased—this Zhang Er Lai had been personally chosen by him for this role, and there was purpose behind it.

"You dare plead for this commoner after using her medicine on me? This time, I'll punish you too!" Murong Yan's finger trembled as he pointed at Yan Yue. Only then did Yan Yue understand why Murong Yan was so furious—it wasn't because she'd broken protocol, but because of the radish seeds.

"This gentleman holds a diamond card—he receives a fifty percent discount and may charge his expenses," the server said coldly.

Wild Brother's palm trembled; the true qi surged instantly to his palm. In a moment of carelessness, an immense force shot free—there was a thunderous boom, followed by the crashing sound of something collapsing.

The two governors exchanged glances, neither daring to speak; they were now worried they might fail.

Seeing Heart Demon Nie Chen encase himself in a cocoon woven from four energies, Nie Chen's face darkened. He silently channeled Asura·Devour-Heaven Power into his blood-red blade, leapt to the cocoon, and slashed down with all his might.

"How do you think we'll die?" Yun Feiyan leaned back, resting her back against Wild Brother's—though cloth separated them, the touch still sent ripples of warmth through her.

Though this was an internal matter of Chenxue Palace, outsiders should not interfere—but Old Master Xiao could not abide the ungrateful, treacherous acts of those men, so he intervened. Thus, Chenxue Palace narrowly escaped disaster.

Yao Yi arrived at the presidential suite of Yanjing Grand Hotel, ordered food brought in, and dismissed Prince Gothard's "attendants."

Ye Bingyin paused in thought. If this were true, then Wang Er was indeed the one who killed the two tomb robbers—but who would kill Wang Er? If the killer truly was Wang Er, where was the other half of the bronze mirror?

Especially Zhou Mi—she was certain she would never fall in love or marry again. But since meeting Cen Jinkai, she had accepted every single thing he did for her.

On the other side, Ye Tianxin and Li Qingcang, upon learning of the two men's actions, sighed helplessly—nothing was worse than encountering such shameless people.

The two men laughed and chatted warmly, their harmony obvious. Ji Weichuan had met Tong Le before—he knew she had once been by Mo Yan'an's side, and he had even heard whispers of their simple wedding.

Another pull—Orochi's health bar nearly returned to full, while the four opponents' bars seemed to evaporate, dropping to less than a third.

"Green Rose? That's a paradise beyond the world. Why are you going there?" Anne spooned vegetable soup into John's bowl.

Tao Qingying couldn't help but smile. She took the bell from Gu Jiu's hand, paused, then looked up at him: "This…?" A Supreme-Class Martial Artifact?

Of course, during this process, Gu Jiu did not go unrewarded—the vast, surging life force within the green tide slowly seeped into her body with each surge, subtly yet undeniably transforming her physique.