Chapter 759: Seated at the Seven Seats

The boy in the pool spun a sword flourish, sheathed his blade, and stepped onto the shore; many still did not know his name, constantly leaning forward to ask each other.

But clearly these were not the names from the front of the Duck List, since most of those had already gained great fame in recent month’s Sword Society gatherings, and even those who had never appeared were already well known in everyone’s minds—this had been the most popular topic in the Divine Capital for the past month, and the origins, appearances, ages, and strengths of those dozens were long familiar.

Yan Fengqi raised his head and stared at the surrounding walls; he had begun to suspect—these walls were likely his father.

The other onlookers thought much the same as Niu Dazhuang, especially Zhang Qiang, who had once been swept by Cui Jian’s kick and understood better than most the power behind it.

“Ghost Uncle, this isn’t your business. I can’t sleep—stay and talk with me.” Lin Yan seemed to be suffering from insomnia tonight.

Just as everyone was at a loss, Zhang Ying suddenly charged at the Snake Woman; she was startled by this sudden move, yet she had ample time to dodge—but she made no move to evade, for in her eyes, this was merely someone coming to deliver his head; such a generous gift was not to be refused.

“Aren’t they always attracting aliens to New York? I’ll send them a few batches of aliens myself,” Lin Juan joked, making Li Lan laugh as she looked at him.

Chu Cheng revealed the truth: whether the ruins or Gaia, the army’s strength lay in its numbers, capable of hunting down powerful individuals.

“Hmph, you just envy his magical trait and kidnapped him?” Shan Qimudeng sneered, despising the magical association’s hypocrisy.

“We will not agree,” Yu Yan repeated finally, locked eyes with Nick Fury for several seconds, then turned and walked away; Liu Yan and Liu Xing followed; the two sides parted ways.

Lin Juan ranted on stage; those below found comfort in his words, while others thought, I don’t believe a word of it—a single alliance linked three blockbuster films, now four, with over a dozen distinct characters—what else would you call clever?

People might wonder why these people were here, yet the Snake Woman did not come to attack them?

Long Chen is now at Dalsan; his location is close to Bai Island, where neither the Di Clan, the Mo Clan, nor the Luo Men have yet penetrated.

“I’m sorry to you,” Lu Qingshi pushed himself up from the bed, inadvertently pressing against his wound; the wound split open, blood seeping through the bandages.

Once, fleeing with Mu Yi, I nearly lost my life! Fortunately, we encountered no mishaps along the way.

Jiang Zhouman’s hand, clutching her phone, drooped weakly against her forehead; she never expected her first major argument with Lu Huai Shen would be over Jiang Nuò.

“Take her away first—only if she lives can she learn the full story,” Jin Ling said, cradling her teacup on the sofa.

Yu Mei smiled faintly: “They’re human, not ghosts.” How could humans possibly understand the affairs of the netherworld?

She wandered dazed through the hospital corridor, feeling every gaze upon her carried contempt, leaving her humiliated with nowhere to hide.

The boss didn’t actually do wrong—his wife had been bewitched by Yu Mei’s illusion, and the pot he smashed over her head actually snapped her back to reality.

Since yesterday, she had been unable to eat anything at all—even drinking water made her vomit.

Out of trust in me, as long as I could answer, they felt confident; without hesitation, Wang Gang spoke up in my defense.

But he had to admit—he was far too cowardly; countless overt and covert obstacles had made it impossible for him to continue loving, so he chose retreat.

Scarface, though slapped, said nothing in complaint; he respectfully stepped aside, glaring fiercely at Pan Haodong.

Fang Nuolan smiled reassuringly, so her second aunt could rest easy at home; she set down her iced tea and swiftly turned and left.

What this terrifying presence would bring to the Nine Heavens—great calamity or salvation—no one knew.

They loved children, and she was glad; no extra emotion—Lanlan had been raised almost entirely by her hands; if Kou Jing liked her, she was delighted.

The sunlight now was far less blinding than at noon; a few white clouds drifted lazily across the sky.

Yet as the Grand Elder of Tai Xuan Palace presiding over this elimination round, with the situation now crystal clear, how could he allow this contest to drag on before so many witnesses?

This was Li Qingmu’s first time taking the initiative; she timidly bit Jian Ning Emperor’s lips, her face flushed crimson, eyes shut tight, too shy to look.

Not only Liu Changgong couldn’t bear it—his own officers also grew intolerant; several young, fiery commanders immediately knelt before the tent, demanding to lead troops out and crush those arrogant, boastful bandits.

When Lan Xianshu appeared in the living room, the air there still buzzed with Kou Jing’s excited planning.

In the evening, the Xia Second Uncle’s family finally arrived late; Xia Dagujia grew lively. Guo Yuhuan replaced Zhenzhu’s role, bustling in and out serving tea and water, calling Xia Second Uncle and Xia Second Aunt “Second Uncle” and “Second Auntie” with warmth even greater than Zhenzhu’s.

“We’ll always find a way—can’t let Da Bao remain a bachelor…” Xia Xiucai’s weak voice.

The four characters before these three were blurred, indescribable, beyond words.

It was this enhancement that allowed them to comprehend the world, understand elemental laws, and thus forge new magical structures.

Seeing her son exhausted and eyes closed, the Princess Dowager’s maternal heart softened; she told him to sleep, tucked the blanket snugly, then left to seek out Jiang Mingting for trouble.

The facts were now irreversible; at least for a family like Yu, ancestral will determined everything.

Seeing Xia Zhi and Xia Shu both present, Xia Xiucai showed no surprise; he spent little time at home and didn’t know the children were distant from their grandparents in the back courtyard and rarely visited.

Another thunderous crash—the Shadow Dragon and the twisted shadows fixed their gaze on the crater—when suddenly, beneath their feet, earth and stone shattered; a three-meter-tall giant shot upward like an arrow.

Sensing the firmness in Huang’s voice, the guards dared not defy him; quietly, unnoticed by all, they vanished from sight.