Chapter 78: One of Us Is a Traitor!

Wu Wang sized up the woman who called herself "Mary," glanced at the cocktail she had prepared, and smiled faintly.

What kind of joke is this?

Is there anything my brother dares not do?

He strode forward and picked up the glass.

"Then I shall not refuse your kindness—I hope your mixing skills satisfy me." He smiled slightly, showing no hint of hesitation or fear.

The next moment, he switched accounts.

【Yan Shuangying】

The two elders unrolled dozens of scrolls, summoned the captured beasts, and left.

Just then, the midwife stepped out; the old Princess Wang quickly handed her a bag of silver coins and uttered a flood of thanks.

Pang Tong did not believe courage could solve everything, but at least these people still had clear heads. He glanced quickly at the blue-and-white stone he had long noticed, as if appraising its value. He spoke in as serious a tone as possible, lest he trigger suspicions of malicious scheming in these sensitive minds.

"Get lost. I don’t want to see you." Ling found it amusing to see Luo Qi standing there utterly clueless—he had harassed her repeatedly before, and now he was putting on this grand performance.

Professor Shen looked at his grandson, unsure what to say. Yesterday he had thought him a brother who spoiled his younger siblings without principle, yet now he realized the boy possessed extraordinary insight into their upbringing.

After all, this was no good thing—it could easily turn into a farce. He feared Jiang Yueqing would feel heartbroken upon seeing it, weakening or changing her feelings toward him.

At that moment, Jiang Chen flashed in place, appearing before Wang Jian and the others. He blocked Yu Shixiong in place, waved one hand—and Yu Shixiong vanished.

Unlike the others’ thoughts, Wu Yong merely gazed coldly at the mist-shrouded Yunwu Mountain and asked Yan Zeyu softly.

Baochun said nothing, lowered the curtain. If he truly repented, that would be best.

Li Xinyue was also delighted, nodding quickly, then pulling Lin Jian toward the Li family’s direction.

Before their fists even collided, Lu Yiming felt an unimaginably terrifying force transmit through the air from the fist into his body—he immediately spat out a mouthful of blood.

The two posed dramatically, dueling across kilometers for a long while, until Wu Geng grew impatient and suddenly slashed his sword toward Ji Song.

He could no longer recall when it had begun—only that whenever Leng Sa needed him, he would believe and support unconditionally.

Zhang Yan had no intention of overpowering the other from the start. It was unnecessary and inappropriate—he felt the power he had already revealed was sufficient.

The Church possessed the power to destroy cities—and had already acted on it. If the people learned of this, the Church’s foundation would vanish utterly.

He spun around, embraced Ling Xi, stomped down to shatter the sudden abyssal maw beneath him, shattered the incoming fangs with emerald light, and landed steadily on the ground.

So even if Du Xing believed he had betrayed him, he didn’t care—he worried Du Xing might not die but be crippled; having offended his senior sister, even if she overlooked it, Wu Meng would take half his life.

Moreover, having fully absorbed the green beast core, his speed ability was now nearly at Eight-Star level.

Must we wait until the cake is large enough for relatives to each lead their own troops, waving bloody blades and spears to slaughter and fight over it?

Sima Hui’s advice stemmed from the fact that, regardless of victory or defeat, Jiaozhou and Jingzhou had already become de facto hostile sides.

Returning to the Ye Clan, the Ye Clan’s Ancestor allocated a star system as his and his mother’s fiefdom—containing over a dozen planets, one naturally inhabited world, two terraformed planets, and the rest mineral worlds—all income dedicated to his cultivation needs.

This act suddenly plunged the capital into turmoil; public opinion erupted overnight. Everyone in the capital trembled in fear, assuming the new Emperor was burning his first three fires—but none expected the first fire would consume the Right Chancellor and the General of the Cavalry.