Chapter 107: Audacity

In the Imperial Capital, at the Long family estate, the central plaza had been reduced to a scene of absolute ruin. Tens of thousands of the Long family’s troops had tightly surrounded several thousand warriors from the Jiang family, their presence radiating a murderous aura.

"Rustle!"

In the area where the two sides stood in confrontation, tens of thousands of corpses lay scattered, piled high like small hills, while blood flowed into streams, trickling toward the edges of the plaza.

...

A jolt ran through Zhang Feng’s mind. This was a memory she could never, ever forget, for it was far too profound.

Mo Baili had already informed him of the situation here. Since someone dared to force a transaction and target Yun Shang, how could he possibly stand by and do nothing?

Chen Yang was utterly exasperated; he had merely come to pay his tuition, only to encounter such an unreasonable person.

"Old Yang, I am truly glad that Old Ren and Linghu have returned," Yan Zhongfei’s voice sounded genuinely pleased.

Over the past year, the "God-chosen" had exhausted every possible means to amass wealth. But today, the time had finally come when they could no longer avoid the consequences.

Suddenly, a figure appeared beside Nagato. Even though Nagato had been focusing all his attention on what lay ahead, he still felt a chill run down his spine.

Jiang Fo'er felt a sense of frustration. Zhou Xianfu hadn't even made a move; he had simply uttered a single word, and the very laws of reality had bent to his command.

A squirrel, guessing that the sound came from that madman who wouldn't stop smashing bamboo, curled its lips and let out a squeak.

Watching Mi Tian, Du Lili felt uneasy. She pushed open the bathroom door and saw him wiping away sweat. "It must have been last night," she said. "He kicked off his quilt. On such a cold night, how could he not catch a fever?"

Yang Chenyu swayed her hips as she walked in front, followed by Zhu Xiumei, the current deputy manager of the marketing department.

The two went straight upstairs. To be safe, Tong Le first opened the door to the nursery, only to find it completely empty, with nothing inside.

Because the flood control situation was becoming increasingly dire, the local armed police force had completed their pre-battle mobilization and were ready to be deployed to the front lines of the rescue efforts at any moment.

Leaning against his chest and listening to the steady, heavy rhythm of his heartbeat, Shang Ruyi felt herself gradually soothed.

That was not all... After their comparisons and investigations, they discovered that Flying Dragon Lake in Dragon Bay Village had miraculously widened overnight, transforming into a massive lake.

From high above, one could easily see the mountain peak. Chen Ming could not help but think that it was indeed a place surrounded by spiritual energy, perfect for cultivation. It was no wonder so many demons had gathered there, especially with several large rivers flowing near the mountain.

Wang Shun did not answer, but seeing the look in his eyes, the others realized he was not joking, and they began to think it over seriously.

At that moment, Ye Qianyan pulled on Ye Sibai’s hand with a sorrowful expression, on the verge of tears, looking pitiful indeed.

For such a long time, they hadn't urged anyone to find their son, yet they were busy with business and even found time to oversee construction work—it was truly curious.

Above Yang Fan's head, strange phenomena appeared in the sky. Countless demonic clouds gathered, dimming the world as if a terrible catastrophe were about to descend.

According to the news she had heard, the topic most discussed by the masses was the Great Zhou Princess's execution of Ito Yujing.

Leng Miqian, standing to the side, was stunned. Eh? Hadn't she changed her name to Leng Ran? Could it be that the beauty truly disliked the name she had chosen?

What a formidable Shu Yumo! Luo Yao walked up to her and stopped, his gaze resting silently upon her hands.

The Ghost King said no more. From within the great tomb, a world-shaking ghostly aura erupted, parting the clouds and mist. A portal opened in the void, from which vast immortal energy spilled forth, forming a path that extended all the way to Zhao Dazhu’s feet, coming to escort him.

It could be said that the majority of the military's strength was concentrated here at this moment; in fact, their actions had already drawn the attention of many.