Chapter 163

Chen Yan was stunned into stillness, his heart churned with shock at those words from the man named Du Li.

As Du Li saw Chen Yan remain silent and was about to speak again, a roar suddenly came from behind him.

“Damn slave, slacking off!”

Both were startled; Chen Yan looked over and saw a burly figure emerge from the woods beyond Du Li’s work area.

Suddenly, a eunuch on the corridor arrived to deliver a message, kneeling on the ground: “Master, Miss Yu Zhu has arrived.” Everyone below knew of my relationship with Yu Zhu, so they treated her with great respect.

Zhang Xiaohua, upon learning that Xi Yuan Wang was the one helping her save her mother, naturally offered yet another round of thanks.

He would become Li Cangyu’s most trusted deputy commander, leading the Canglan Squad to victory.

The scene of fans desperately demanding their favorite player to lose could only be seen at the carnival.

I felt pity and said, “Get up first before you speak.” After all, he was older than my father.

The Golden Flying Dragon roared to the heavens; the surrounding trees trembled with a rustling sound. It spread its wings and soared into the sky, stirring a powerful gust that tore the roofs off several nearby houses.

Suddenly, a flash of white light erupted, accompanied by unbearable noise; everyone lost their sense of direction. Cheng Jiang fared better—he had anticipated Liu Chuan’s move.

Under Edmund’s command, the U.S. team deployed both assassins and both summons to focus fire on Liu Xiang, eliminating her in one burst.

But Zheng Feng had already guessed her next words—her meaning was perfectly clear: in plain terms, it was a polite refusal.

“Ji ji ji”—the tallest rat-man called out to the remaining rat-men, and without further splitting up, they sprinted toward the mountain path on the right.

Moreover, the blood clouds in the sky began slowly thinning, as if being absorbed by some unseen force.

Lin Mu curled his lip, gathered some mycelium for backup, fearing these beast-transformed humans might destroy the place and leave him unable to harvest these precious mushrooms again.

All that remained in his heart was hatred—hatred for his own weakness, hatred for his master’s inability to discern right from wrong, hatred for his senior sister’s cruelty, hatred for those who framed him, hatred for being reduced to a worthless test subject.

“Alkaz… I hope you can suppress your anger and hatred—Judgment Day, the final apocalypse, will be that man’s death date!” Ye Ying warned, staring at Alkaz, shrouded in black mist.

Though this donkey-brat was mischievous, in Chang’e’s heart he was her beloved treasure, and she could not help being moved.

It was meant to be a joyous moment—the curse lifted, everyone happy—but then someone died in battle. Fine—even if the fallen wasn’t Jiu Xin but another expert from another world, the situation would still become extremely messy.

At this moment, even Ming You and Jiang Qiao exchanged glances, for they had no idea who Han Xiao meant by Qin Yan. It seemed Han Xiao was bluffing again.

For all these years, he had endured the unbearable humiliation of being emperor—oppressed above by these black-robed cultivators, below by several Great Kings who refused to obey his orders, and now yet another unbending force had emerged: the Huinan Holy City.

Xiao Yong suddenly calmed his expression. When Luo Qiying first arrived, she had neither talent nor background; it was only natural for her to seek protection from someone. Besides, if he truly were a useless man, he would inevitably return to the mortal world—and for such a man, wealth and gold could indeed buy fortune.

For example: prohibit using the company’s name to seize others’ property or harm their lives; prohibit selling items from the company’s mall; any external member who fails to complete a single mission within ten years automatically loses their status.

He turned his head and saw his own physical body still seated in meditation far, far away—yet it had just stirred, and he had already shot forward over a thousand zhang.

As he cried out, tears began pouring from Chu Tianqi’s eyes—not dripping, but gushing like a spring, suddenly surging forth, overflowing and streaming down his chubby cheeks in continuous strings, not individual beads.