Chapter 531: Sail Away, Bound for the Black Domain

The two, one known as the Empire’s madman and the most extreme xenophobe among Inquisitors, the other viewing humans as ants at best—mere test subjects—should have clashed the moment they met, yet now they behaved like old friends reunited.

Even more astonishing was that on Aldrich’s stern, icy face—something even Alvin had never seen—there now appeared such a wealth of expression: warmth, liveliness… it was downright unnatural!

Only when he entered did Aldrich finally rein himself in.

Fang Shanggong had initially thought the stew was made from fish and mutton together, but upon closer inspection, he realized it was not.

Bai Jingjing’s wounds worsened, as if she would bleed every last drop before stopping; Qu Qingran’s eyes reddened, and with a sharp “clang,” the Phoenix Wu Sword drew from its scabbard.

Princess Yuyao brought out the almond tea; Qinghe hurried forward to take it, passing it to Xie Ning, afraid the Princess might drop it and burn her hands.

Scar Kuo nodded, then sent me upstairs; the man who came was indeed Shao Yang, and his purpose matched mine—to warn Scar Kuo not to go, because it was a trap.

Then I patted him and told him to learn flexibility: chairs aren’t just one, but Laoge is only one—if he breaks mine, it’s truly gone.

“I’ll try,” shouted one of the ten, a mid-tier King-level martialist, and he swung a punch at the red light wall.

But he didn’t rush to flee—he needed to understand just how long she could endure; when she finally gave out, that would be his chance to escape. If he ran now, she’d surely drag him back.

If the Xia Dynasty now possessed the strength to decide the outcome in a single battle, why would it need to feign deference to the Shan Nan Yuan Hu tribe? Today, the Yuan Hu envoy and prince knew the Xia Emperor needed them—that’s why they dared to act so brazenly.

True enough. Who would believe they bore no grudge? But who among them had the courage to resent the Emperor? The blame still lay with Yong’an Palace.

She recalled lines from old operas—something like “Once power is in hand.” Her former caution and propriety had merely been temporary measures. Now, she felt they’d finally broken through, and each one’s actions were becoming unbearable.

Liu Xuanhuan also frowned; they didn’t seem to be from the same faction—then what was their relationship?

This soldier indeed possessed only Foundation Establishment late-stage cultivation; the true qi on his long flail was no thicker than Zhao Gan’s, even slightly weaker than the qi of Kuai Yang encountered during the martial trial—but this soldier was merely an inanimate puppet, and every seemingly casual strike was delivered with full force, never worrying about exhaustion or bodily limits.

Xiao Hanyan gazed at Long Ya, who moments ago had been brimming with malice but now had his hands clasped behind his head, squinting in the sun like a carefree child, and a flicker of bewilderment passed through her eyes.

If the Chen Longjie before her was a ghost, then only the curse power within the half-finger could counter it.

Next came being washed by servants, then a painful facial cleansing with thread pulled taut across the skin—waves of stinging pain made Feng Lingyan utterly miserable.

Not only did their appearances match, but their movements were identical—they were drawing back their golden bows, as if about to attack.

With his connections and resources, he could indeed find several companies to negotiate a partnership for purchasing Netscape’s servers—but time simply wouldn’t allow it.

All the lights and doors were decoys, designed solely to lure him into this nonexistent room; once he stepped inside, his fate would be identical to that of the previous attendant, Guang.

The silver dragon statue appeared menacing, yet the axe-wielding Corpse Lord saw nothing. As he drew nearer, he suddenly raised his earth-splitting blunt axe and slammed it down upon the dragon’s head—instantly, the silver dragon vanished without a trace.