Chapter 263

"Me? Hehe, your son's gotten powerful—he's reached the Nascent Soul Realm now!" Fang Cheng chuckled smugly, strutting around as if he'd just won the lottery.

"How do you know the poison bee told you a code before it died, and not something else?" Lin Ke didn't answer directly but shot back a question.

"Eck, did you… kill them?" Royd snapped back to awareness, staring with a complex expression at the fallen Mafia members, then at Eck.

These combat units are normally stationed in the counties below; when needed, they assemble, with the regimental headquarters located in the provincial capital.

The Shadowless Dragon Seal and the Zhu Xian Sword Array are both Dao Clan artifacts, each composed of their own arrays; forcibly merging the two is utterly impossible.

Of course, there are eye-catching programs, but I noticed that whenever one came on, Kajari would glare at me with her fierce eyes, staring until I turned cold all over, every hair on my body standing on end, too terrified to even glance at the fiery show again.

Once on the ground, they're barely sturdy giant rats—easily worn out.

After seeing this, Feng Xiaoling also raised her left arm, where a wound lay—likely the former spot for the listening and tracking device.

"If Xunteng Company has no objection to cooperating with my Tian Shang Group, that would be perfect!" Lin Weiwei smiled in reply.

But as he listened further, Emperor Zhengde grew puzzled: Zhang Zhijie had just returned to the capital—how could so many officials have already impeached him?

He took out the incense burner, extracted a pinch of powder, and began roasting it remotely over charcoal; a thin, pungent, fishy odor drifted out.

Hua Jitian had noticed that the beasts near the outermost energy eye here were around level twenty, and each inner layer increased by one or two levels.

Coughing and furious roars came from the cave, yet the half-human, half-beast creature still did not emerge.

Having been explicitly ordered to leave, no amount of boldness could justify staying; though reluctant, Yue Xiu bowed and took her leave, stepping out and turning back to gaze at the closed door, silently resolving within herself.

The face of Huo Jidu's mother, once expressionless in the car, was now clouded with anger; one hand gripped the central table, her eyes sweeping over me once, then again.

"Then we'll take a thousand Liches, and four thousand Skeleton Soldiers!" Lin Ge calculated, then told Yu Haiping.

The high morale was called pathological because every soldier's face bore a sickly flush, their eyes dull and vacant, even slightly foggy—as if controlled by some external force.

"Thank you, Young Master." Yue Ying tossed Wei Dahong to the ground, walked over, and picked up the pre-prepared torture tools.

Ye Qing's lips curled into an indescribable smile; then, as each soldier approached, he delivered a punch to each—one ordinary punch, yet for Ye Qing's combat power, the force was undeniable. The soldiers flew backward instantly and embedded themselves into the wall.

She had sworn an oath: never again would she allow herself to suffer even a single injustice; all who dared to humiliate her must be prepared to reap the consequences of their own evil.

Xiao Rulan had barely charged toward the mage before she wilted; affected by the spell, her legs buckled, nearly forcing her to kneel, and she could only lean on her sword to stay upright, gasping heavily as if she'd just run five kilometers—unable to move another step.

"Hahaha, not just funny—extremely funny!" Lin Jiachun laughed loudly, deliberately saying so.

"You!" The rank that rose against the Death Hand was equal to it—how could such an insult be borne? He immediately flew into a rage.

Ye Hua received three payments upon leaving Jingjin City: five thousand gold each, sent separately by the Three-City Alliance as hush money, demanding he guarantee he wouldn't reveal the truth behind the video on the forum.

If she handed the evidence to the Empress Dowager, she was certain the old lady wouldn't miss any chance to strike at her political enemies—otherwise, how long could she even hold onto her empress position?

As soon as Li Longfei threw his dice, the gambling hall fell utterly silent—as if even a pin dropping to the floor could be heard.

At the temporary camp of the Zhenyan Society, officers gathered, watching the distant, fierce battle; the assault on the Animated Execution Platform seemed to be proceeding with unusual success. Each officer wore a different expression, but one thing they all shared: none were happy.

"What the hell!?" Ye Hua leapt from the massage chair, yanked off his game helmet, and raised it to smash it—but after lifting it twice, he couldn't bring himself to do it. Instead, he carefully placed the helmet down, snatched up a pillow, slammed it hard onto the floor, and stomped on it several times.

It was as if a volcano erupted from the sea. The vast expanse of red firelight swayed wildly in the wind, the cruisers appearing and vanishing like ghostly shadows within it. On this side, the black skeletons of Beiming Yu's warships stood out sharply against the crimson backdrop.

After a long while, only An Mei and Su Tie remained in the hall. An Mei walked up to Su Tie, poured him a cup of tea, and handed it to him. Su Tie had not yet recovered from his shock, yet he was preoccupied with Wan Ying, his face etched with worry.

The door creaked open; the night wind rushed in like smoke, once again carrying the faint fragrance of Chuxiu into Nie Peixiao's nostrils. The host had departed decisively, leaving only him, the guest, behind—lost in endless sorrow and confusion.

According to Tian Sheng's knowledge, even if all terrestrial cultivation sects—regardless of orthodox or heretical, human or demon—were united, they still couldn't match what the Finfolk possessed.

Huo Tianqi's face darkened; he said nothing, stepped forward, and kicked the young man squarely in the stomach, not even glancing at them, walking straight toward the CEO's office.

In the back mountains of Shaolin Temple, in a hidden, hard-to-find cave, a dim, flickering light danced in the night. A white-robed elder, as pale as snow, sat motionless upon a stone platform, as still as petrified stone.