Chapter 714: It Has Happened

"Refusing the Star Lord..." Xiao Yu asked, "Does the Star Lord intend to escort General Bai's spirit to heaven to become a celestial deity?"

Meng Yi nodded lightly, "The Heavenly Emperor sent an angel to the Netherworld to appoint General Bai Qi as the 'Divine Lord of Might and Manifestation' in the Tongming Hall, but General Bai said the Netherworld is quiet, he's comfortable and at ease there, and doesn't want to leave."

The Emperor wished to perform rites for him to help him transcend, but he refused again, saying life is less joyful than being a ghost—better to let it be."

Xiao Yu

Of the three, only Tian Yi understood martial arts, but he was already old; even with the Brocade Uniform Guard and Eastern Factory agents guarding him, entering would be nine deaths and one life.

At the time, Xiao Chenghu had spoken to Yang Fan, but in fact, that same day, he had also conversed briefly with Consort Xiao.

The five warships of the Freelancer Alliance continuously sailed toward their target's direction; from front, left, right, and rear, new sea monsters kept appearing, yet they paid no heed to the five warships beside them, heading straight for the same destination. This clearly indicated something immensely alluring lay ahead.

"These people are truly eager—every mountain villa wants to sign up, it's enough to make your eyes spin," Shen Yiyi enthusiastically monitored the progress.

When the White Eyebrow Elder saw Tang Li wielding a sword in flight, he already felt a faint urge to flee. The White Eyebrow Elder understood sword-flight well—in ancient times, the Swordflight Sect's practitioners were famed for being able to kill opponents of higher realms. The difficulty between defeating and killing was immense.

He never spoke another word to Xuan Yuan Kang; it seemed he needed to consider whether this matter had much to do with Xuan Yuan Kang.

On the Divine Machine, Mo Qianhua pushed open the cabin door on the second deck. She had not slept all night, yet her weariness vanished at once under her willpower; her gaze, blazing with competitive fire, shone brilliantly, and paired with her breathtaking beauty, radiated an aura of invincible confidence.

Xiao Yan, as Xiao Chenghu's eldest son, was already involved in many of the Xiao family's important affairs. When Xiao Chenghu stepped back behind the scenes, Xiao Yan would become the next head of the Xiao family.

Although Chen Feng's body was injured, he knew this was the best opportunity—if he missed it, who knew what might happen next?

The foolish Yu'er had long since imprinted the "Seal of Love" upon Yan Ge's heart; that deep affection, unforgettable in a lifetime! Perhaps as years passed, it would ferment into an "eternal" fragrance within the sea of her heart! Do you, young one, possess feelings like Yu'er's? Are they like the "magnetic" field within the earth?

"A Zhi..." Qing Ruifan closed his eyes. Everything he wished to say was contained in that soft, drifting call—he believed Murong Zhi would understand.

"Old man, she only wants to wait until tomorrow's victory banquet ends before returning—it's just one day, can't you wait?" Li Tianyou had no intention of meddling in Murong Ru's family affairs, but seeing her profound reluctance, he couldn't help speaking up.

At that moment, the disgusting fat man turned his face toward El, cracked open his drooling mouth, and revealed a greedy smile. Then he assumed a ready stance with all four limbs, as if about to launch an attack at any moment.

The Empress Dowager sat with her back to the light; the rays streaming through the window had weakened to the point they could no longer outline her silhouette, yet this did not prevent Duan Xia from sensing the sudden, chilling cold radiating from her—its temperature was like that of a corpse just crawling from its coffin.

"Why not choose another sect, but specifically this one?" Mo Ziyun, having finished eating, sat dazed at the table, listening to her speak at length.

One heavy, one light—two extremes—that met in a single instant, unleashing an assault like a violent storm.

The Yang Messenger slashed out several hundred Ming Divine Tribulations, all of which Li Tianyou dodged; his arm swelled instantly as true qi flowed ceaselessly into the great sword in his hand.

"Again!" Chen Kehan roared, beginning to spin the massive iron hammer above his head; with each rotation, the wind's power intensified further, the strength mounting until even Ding Huo frowned slightly.

Sun Yuanhua and Yuan Mingxuan were also stirred by Liu Yunwei's passion, their hopes for the Hanwei Army's future growing even stronger.

Hearing this, the Chongzhen Emperor's face broke into an unusually excited smile; his entire body trembled with excitement.

Below the stage, employees held the consolation prizes distributed by staff, gazing at the 5, 00-yuan JD gift card on stage. This gift card was bundled into a grand package of 40 cards totaling 200, 00 yuan. Whether used personally or gifted to relatives and friends, it was an excellent choice.

Yet he seemed unaware of pain, staring helplessly at the woman he wished to save but could not.

He looked up at Antonidas; the old mage nodded in approval, clearly affirming his earlier deductions.

On his chair, the King of Hell watched the old man kneeling below, endlessly uttering words of "regret," while his second son, kneeling beside him, tried to take the blame upon himself; the second son, unwilling to see his father suffer, and the father, unwilling to burden his son—both spirits vied to shoulder the guilt.

Within the railing, the pond rippled with gentle waves; beyond the railing, spiritual herbs emitted a faint, ethereal fragrance.

Inside the elevator, Li Hao casually pressed the door-open button, then saw Lin Yuyan step in, slightly out of breath, her delicate breathing audible.

"You mean someone took the orc's supplies?" Ren clearly realized this point.