Chapter 632

Hurry up and eat, the meat’s going to burn.

Sigh…

Stop sighing so much—what’s done is done. Eat, drink, and let’s go back to our Longevity Wine.

How can I eat?

If you can’t eat, isn’t that a waste? Besides, we can find more—this place isn’t short of Snow Antelopes. Didn’t you see a whole herd last time?

Yes…

I think this might actually be a good thing, Biao

That day, they had reached the vicinity of Luoyang. Just after Shangguan Yun passed through a grove, two figures approached: a middle-aged man in wide sleeves and a burly one-armed man—Gongsun Ba and Lei Zhensheng.

Zhuang Yan had already collapsed into a pile of mud, offering no resistance, and was executed on the spot by the Heavenly Dragon Monk.

But for the Havis Group, Lin Chen also began to crush them with overwhelming capital power. Yet Lin Chen did not—and would not—use capital force to crush the Havis Group; ultimately, it would merely mean buying out the Havis Group with money.

Bing Leirong put down his phone, stretched his arms out to the sides, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

The crowd’s expressions changed again; this time, the thunder’s aura carried even greater destruction—even those not under the lightning could feel its soul-shattering presence.

“Sister? Qianjie Yanluo Stone Hanshui! Now everyone’s here…” Ye Feiyu smiled bitterly at the sky.

Although Qin Ming and Yu Yuehui’s exchange had been fiercely intense, it had lasted no more than a flash of lightning.

The last surviving protagonist of this drama, after his whereabouts were uncovered, was immediately slain by the wrath of all factions.

Xue Han stared at Lin Chen before him, eyes bulging wide, his gaze filled with utter disbelief.

As he spoke, Lu Yiyi seemed to hear Chen Cheng sharply swallow behind him.

This would take several days; during that time, the castle planned to dismantle the Shellwood Pavilion and rebuild it to its original form. As for Liston, he rarely stayed in the castle, as news of the six slain King Sea Serpents had spread, and nobles from Beigu City flocked to pay their respects.

If they insisted on following Ye Yang, he planned to send them back near the Wu Shuxing survivor camp, leaving them in the care of his loyal subordinates. Yet the two dared not return to the Holy City, nor did they wish to follow Ye Yang, claiming they feared burdening him.

“Your caution is wise. The Xiaoyao Empire’s cavalry has already withdrawn behind the North-South Boundary River, especially the Twenty-Thousand Warwolf Legion. If any section of the wall collapses, they have ample time to reinforce. The outcome of a direct clash remains uncertain,” Andena said after a moment’s thought.

“If I were you, I’d let go of him immediately,” Zhou Ping said, smirking at him.

Maeda Keijiro roared, and the iron arquebusiers who had been firing immediately retreated like a tide to both sides. In Masahira Naotaka’s vision, he saw the Inu-bi, charging toward him like red lotus arrows.

Although the records said she was also recommended, Ye Yang still felt uneasy inside.

Not just this plan, but also Gao Erta’s attitude—during every banquet, Gao Erta only came to eat and drink, cracking jokes, never initiating work-related talk.

The followers drank heartily, but he couldn’t—and didn’t want to—join in; he disliked alcohol.

He returned to the bar. The server saw him, but he ignored him entirely, for his mind was entirely fixed on how to report to Huang Shiyi tomorrow. He told the server to open a bottle of wine and bring it over. He sat with one leg crossed, watching the video he’d shot—he was certain Huang Shiyi wouldn’t doubt it tomorrow.

Ye Tianyi did not answer immediately, but turned his gaze toward the battlefield where Wen Shuang and Xia Yong were fighting. The area was already in ruins, a large portion of the floor destroyed—clearly, even if a ghost wished to descend, it could no longer do so.