Chapter 77

Reality is too surreal.

The Hu Ren’s greatest trump card turned out to be Dong Qi.

Who could have predicted this?

No normal person would even dare to imagine it.

So who is the most terrifying? The insane.

Because you can never understand the thought patterns of the mentally ill; your mind can’t keep up, so defense is impossible.

How did the Gao clan of Dong Qi become insane? Could it be that combining Qi and Gao triggers memetic infection, causing all realms to go mad?

Liu Changfeng’s benevolent gaze settled on Yang Fan; although he looked down on Yang Zhan and the Yang family, he deeply loved his grandson Yang Fan.

Suddenly, Xie Feifei realized: if Lu Xuan was so skilled at forging, then the weapons he crafted couldn’t be ordinary—was that divine sword on his back meant for her?

Luo Hua froze, then a surge of cold energy erupted from her body; her eyebrows lifted, her eyes glinted with icy light, her palms trembled slightly, and the Ji Yu Sword vibrated violently, emitting a rapid, faint hum.

Behind her, a spectral image of a divine phoenix seemed to coalesce, giving the impression it could take flight at any moment.

Liu Yao was close to Chu Fei and now clearly felt the chill radiating from him; her delicate face changed instantly as she watched him with worry.

Long Li leapt into the air, his long blade swinging without hesitation, brutally slashing toward the city gate, a foot thick.

The two had used only one protective talisman earlier, and its energy had been enough to shield them; Zhang Tianbao had given them many anyway, so if one was spent, they’d just use the next.

Especially Cheng Yaojin, who had been humiliated earlier, now drank wine while the four leaders remained silent, occasionally snorting at Xu Huang to vent his frustration.

As he glanced into the alley, a chilling dread crept over him, and he shuddered involuntarily.

Qin Gang ranked among the top ten talents among the younger generation of Qishan, though not necessarily tenth; in truth, the young geniuses from second to tenth were roughly equal in ability, differing only slightly.

Several pairs of eyes fixed on someone, their sinister, smug smiles utterly meaningless to him.

The Xiahou clan’s business had grown enormous—“wealth rivaling a nation” was no exaggeration—but the current head, Xiahou Xun, was humble and courteous, actively supporting imperial directives by championing charity.

The German team didn’t hold back: since you’ve lost your rhythm, then I, who’ve been defending and waiting, will strike now?

After taking the pill, Xi Ling Yu felt much better; though still weak and drained, her mind remained clear.

Gazing at her suddenly much older back, Xi Ling Yu suddenly felt a surge of murderous intent.

Pierre blinked, utterly stunned that Su Man would say such things to him with such grave expression; his heart ached again.

Lady Jian’s expression was calm, with a faint, elusive smile; Lady Lan, however, gripped the Tianxiang brocade in her hand, revealing a hint of unease.

For this period, Lina had been staying in Milan with Caesar; she had two shows scheduled, but canceled them all for Caesar.

Gu Lao Po’s face turned ashen instantly; tears fell, and she silently turned back to the courtyard to resume sweeping.

Huang Shan thought it bad—had he miscalculated? This wounded Green Robe was far tougher than expected.

Zeng Sai was doing well now—he was deputy manager in charge of sales at Chun Cheng Company, holding some authority; the clearest sign of his position was that Manager Gao had provided him with a residence in the company’s name. Though no one mentioned ownership, anyone with eyes could see the house was effectively his.

“You…” Zhuo Kunyu’s eyes suddenly lit up; no matter what, it was good that Zhuo Yue had returned alive. Kun Qian was dead, Shi Luo was dead, Fei Yan had left, Zhao Yue had left—he had only Yue’er left. He had only Yue’er. Though unworthy, he was still his only son.