Chapter Forty-Four: Visitors from the Royal City

Ye Cheng was once a figure who dominated the battlefield, so how could he fear this young man? Seeing the youth’s palms coming at him, Ye Cheng decided not to engage further. Instead, he summoned his inner strength, stood directly in front of the opponent, and remained motionless.

A dull thud echoed. Ye Cheng did not move, but the young man staggered backward several steps, retreating from the doorway.

Her spiritual resolve had never been particularly strong; now, thrown into such a place, all she felt was loneliness and despair. The fact that she hadn’t gone mad or started running amok was a testament to her remarkable self-control.

The three of them were thoroughly disguised. Unless it was among themselves, no outsider would ever suspect that the humble and timid village elders of Second and Third Village were actually figures capable of shaking the heavens and the earth.

The newly enacted articles in the Japanese constitution had thoroughly tossed Japan into the swirling vortex of an empty slave nation.

Elder Jiang’s eyes widened; with a single stride, he leaped forward, disregarding the conventions of the collector’s world. In a flash, he snatched the plum vase from Elder Bai’s hands and immediately lowered his gaze to examine the base.

While summoning Da Li, she also conjured the Yellow Cloth Warrior. This warrior was said to possess the strength of nine oxen and two tigers, but brute force alone could not solve the current predicament. She merely wanted the warrior to carry her, no longer daring to set foot on the ground.

Naturally, it was impossible not to pay attention to what was happening there, but many things didn’t require such concern. Let things take their course; what mattered most was living happily.

Chen Ran frowned but offered no explanation. He knew that no matter what he said, the other party would not believe him.

Despite the bitter cold and treacherous roads, their party managed to reach the central area. However, as all the caves were buried under heavy snow, they searched for days without finding a single decent cave.

Galise rubbed her throbbing forehead; now was not the time to show off. The proficiency required for leveling up had suddenly jumped to fifty thousand, and her mana regeneration couldn’t keep up.

Since their authorities had not yet fully grasped the information about the extraordinary beings, their public stance could not waver. Otherwise, it would only incite panic and serve no purpose.

After finishing her song, Zhou Wan’er came over to offer wine to Pei Huan, directly pushing Su Qingqian aside with no hint of the reserved demeanor expected of a lady of noble birth.

Within the domain, the blood energy surged. At some unknown moment, a blood-red mist began to drift, and even sunlight filtering through was tinged with crimson.

As the colored silk ribbons snapped apart, a cold, clear voice rang out abruptly. Immediately, the sound of whistling filled the air as more and more ribbons shot out from the storm, sweeping toward Xiao Yan in an overwhelming wave.

After several days of fermentation, this piece of news had become common knowledge throughout the prisoner camp.

Faced with such a free kick, Li Mingyu accepted the challenge without hesitation, delivering a beautiful falling-leaf shot to score the first goal of the match.

“You wretch, your mother only has a place here because she once did me a small favor. I’ve already repaid her kindness by letting her stay.” Su Yunzhao steadied Su Huaiyu with one hand and pulled Lady Wang with the other.

Tang Minglang’s gaze fell on the scars on An Zhixia’s arm. He’d heard about the drama from a few days ago; it seemed she had wounded herself almost as much as she hurt her enemy.

This is what it means to be a true fan: loving a team not only when they are at their peak, but also never leaving when they are at their lowest.

The naga rode sea beasts, circling the pirates. The sea split open, revealing a path leading toward the unknown.

The Saint ignored all attacks, spreading his arms wide in rapture as if embracing the entire world.

Zhang Ruofeng, however, was unimpressed. In his opinion, Sun Yanan’s singing lacked emotion, relying solely on powerful physical prowess to intimidate the audience, making them feel awed and subconsciously vote for him.