Chapter 157: My Damned Charm

In the imperial palace, the young emperor Yuan Xu had recently become restless and uneasy.

After Li Shen gui advanced his troops, Yuan Xu was terrified and sent envoys to his camp; the only reply he received was this:

Kill Er Zhu Rong, this Hu rebel!

But to Yuan Xu, Li Shen gui’s declaration wasn’t about killing Er Zhu Rong—it was clearly about killing him!

When Hu Xuanhui arrived, Yuan Xu saw her as a savior and grabbed her sleeve.

“This lustful witch

Bad omens always come true—Diao Chen’s curse actually came to pass. I foolishly turned myself into a good-natured fool, now hated by everyone inside and out.

“Shi Luocha!” Kong Xuan roared, brandishing his long blade and charging at Helian Nu once more, fearless of death.

Upon hearing this, everyone looked around and realized Xu Hongbing had vanished—clearly, he had slipped away while all attention was on Yue Longtian.

Ma Zhongliang followed closely behind, hailing a taxi to tail them, while simultaneously reporting the situation to Yang Guoan.

“Such arrogant words—the Dao itself seeks to destroy them; the one who created this technique must have cultivation beyond heaven!” Lin Tian thought, yet his hands never paused, forming seals as he sent them toward the blood dragon, murmuring incantations as it took shape.

He unleashed over a dozen palms against the surrounding Qingyang Daoists, felling them as easily as slicing cucumbers; several purple-robed elders immediately sensed the gravity of the situation and scattered into the air, rushing toward the sudden black-clad intruder.

Lu Qingyu’s bluffing technique left the guard stunned, his eyes filled with regret.

Before he could steady his stance, a sharp blade aura suddenly struck from ahead; Helian Nu instinctively used Nine You Lightning Flash, evading the attack with uncanny precision. From then on, he dared not slacken, pressing his back against the arena’s railing and watching Zhang He with wary eyes.

“Why did you believe me even though you knew I was lying?” Mu Mu’s expression was on the verge of tears.

Under the gaze of Wang Chen and Wei Leisongde, the dark shadow in the air finally became clearly visible.

What she didn’t know was that Li Chong was not in the Underworld—but within the ghost realm created by the Kings of Rebirth and Biancheng.

After chatting a while longer, Wang Cong voluntarily asked for Li Chong’s phone number; Li Chong feigned hesitation, then finally gave it to him.

Just as I was about to tune out Han Yimo’s muttering, Zhang Qing, seated in front of me, suddenly turned around and glanced at us.

The sense of danger Wei Wuji felt in the camp made his heart tremble; he immediately decided to abandon the investigation and return to the capital with Qi Cunyu.

But no one expected the man in the purple robe to turn on the spot and lash his whip straight across the man’s face.

Soldiers were everywhere, standing at attention—clearly, as soon as Yuan Pengxiao gave the order, they would strike.

Unfortunately, after a stick of incense burned out, Nishuihan flew through the air and landed before Nitianxing.

Thousands of laborers built the road, which wasn’t very long, and with favorable weather—no rain for half a month—the project progressed without delay and was completed on schedule.

“Before the master finds a suitable force of assassins, I wish to first replenish my ranks with Skeleton Angels. Currently, I have only Lin Yi under my command—if battle arises, won’t I drag the master down?” Yin Linna stated her reasoning.

The white-haired elder nodded, scanning the crowd—his gaze lingered longest on the positions of the Four Grand Sects; all those he looked upon involuntarily lowered their heads.

He loved this place—only here could he escape his troubles and truly relax.

Whether due to excessive tension or not, she had heard faint “rustling” sounds all night long.