Chapter 961

Since receiving Li Zekai’s call just now, the Yangtze Li family had not dared to delay and immediately began an internal investigation.

The Yangtze Li family in Hongcheng currently has multiple landmark office buildings under construction, including the Yangtze Group Center on Queen’s Road Central and another building, the Central Tower.

However, both of these towers are still unfinished, and the Yangtze Li boss’s main office remains in the Hutchison House, built in the 1970s.

Hearing Hu Jian

Some, feeling their status is extraordinary, seek a more educated, more socially adept partner, despising their original wife as unworthy of public display.

“Feng Xin? Luo Xin? They’re looking for that cult leader!” Li Hongtao realized.

The other applicants in the hall also openly revealed their hostility toward them.

The mysterious man looked at A Luo with a pained expression, then said: “Hmph, do you think I’ll tell you?” As he spoke, a stream of blood suddenly flowed from his mouth, then his neck went limp, and he lost consciousness.

“Lord Xianglong, what’s wrong? Have you thought of a plan?” At that moment, Ruth’s voice came.

“Don’t panic,” the figure in the darkness said. Luo Jingbiao was shoved forward by the person behind him into the bedroom, and that person casually turned on the light.

Everyone silently stared at the young man before them; only absolute trust would make him say such things. They didn’t understand—where did Xianglong get this confidence?

A commotion broke out in the banquet hall; many stood up in shock, while those seated whispered among themselves.

The two remaining lead men were utterly stunned; despite their preparations, they still couldn’t evade Long Sheng’s dagger.

“It… doesn’t look anything like the emergence of Qianlong Sword from my Sword Tomb?” Qian Yun asked in surprise.

One day, Mi Zhu rose and went to Kunlun’s Ask-Heaven Platform, where Mo Wenti was in quiet cultivation. Seeing Mi Zhu before him, he smiled: “Mi Zhu, what brings you out for a stroll? Still, a little rest is good.” His tone remained gentle, yet it could not hide his inner distress.

“Master, no need to worry. Elder Xin Xin is broad-minded; once we explain, she should understand our sect’s predicament,” Gui Bao said with a smile, but as he uttered the words “broad-minded,” Gui Bao felt a pang of guilt—he knew Xin Xin had not a trace of broad-mindedness, only extreme pettiness.

Tian Xuanzi sneered, raised his hand, and swept it aside, sending the man and his trident flying to the side; the wall he crashed into immediately collapsed.

Although Daoist Jian Mei was unwilling to speak, he must have some connection with Murong Fu; Zhou Liang could not press him, so earlier he had subtly hinted—if Daoist Jian Mei truly knew any clues, his Dao Saint-level power might indirectly safeguard Xun’er’s safety.

The Chaos Yin-Yang Divine Thunder possesses supreme divine power, but to strike around the Taiqing Daoist would be exceedingly difficult, and Taiqing is further protected by the Heaven-Earth Linglong Xuanhuang Tower.

Where Du Gu Xun is now, naturally no one knows; thus, when mentioning his sister Du Gu Xun, he felt nothing but helplessness.

The banquet was undoubtedly luxurious, but more so was King Black’s entrance: amid blaring trumpets, King Black appeared in dazzling fashion, wearing the new ceremonial robe crafted by Yang Yi, a lavish jeweled longsword at his waist, and entered with regal bearing, flanked by his guards.

“Scoundrel! If you know this is the territory of Jiling Sect, why haven’t you left immediately, and why are you doing such despicable things here?!” Gui Bao’s icy voice rang out again.

“Roar!” A sixth-rank fanged tiger-beast roared and launched the first attack, lunging straight at Xin Xin and slashing its sharp claw against her demonic energy shield.

“I’ve warned her—if she dares to do it again, I’ll deal with her myself,” Ling Yue said, her words lacking conviction.