Chapter 43: Martial Grandmaster, Is It Really That Impressive?

In less than an hour, the entire Longquan Mountain Villa had fallen silent. Ye Cheng stood motionless where he was, watching as the ghastly specter fed with an almost frenzied hunger.

This lowest-level ghost, after absorbing the life force of more than thirty innate masters, began to change even in its skin. The once blue-faced, fanged visage gradually faded, replaced by a face that vaguely resembled a human's, though the skin...

“My lord…” Wang Feng was momentarily stunned and wanted to pull Qi Chengfeng aside to explain, but even when she tumbled from the bed to the floor, Qi Chengfeng remained unmoved, simply taking Su Wanwan away with him.

Although he had come to know Tu Yiren’s character during his days at the residence, Qin Kunbo couldn’t help but frown now, seeing outsiders so brazenly reckless after leaving the safety of the manor.

Harry looked at him. A bluish-black bruise was forming around Black’s left eye, blood was running from his nose—had Snape landed a punch on him?

She had nearly lashed out with a water whip, which would have left her in an even more embarrassing situation. What was happening now? Had her siren’s blood lost its effect? Or had she spent so long in seclusion that she could no longer keep up with the times? She had heard of the cheek-kissing greeting among foreigners, but was hugging now the prevailing etiquette in the Dark Abyss?

As she stepped out the door, she saw Yu Shuo indeed slumped in a chair by the entrance, head resting against the glass, sound asleep.

“Mr. Lu, this is our newest electronic door lock, and here is the intruder alarm.” The man bowed as he introduced the devices to Lu Yunzhen.

“All right, all right.” Su Wanwan agreed, feeling a sweetness in her heart at Qi Chengfeng’s nagging.

After Rolf slipped invisibly into Lockhart’s office, he saw the door was half open, but peering through the gap, there was no one inside.

He Xingyu noticed Wen Qiao had fallen silent, and grabbed her hand, only to suddenly realize his own hand was ice cold from coming in from outside, and might chill her. He immediately let go, shoving his hands back into his pockets.

No longer trying to amuse the lady, Song Yin put on a serious face and spoke at length, finally convincing Mo Miaoyan that the grand wedding really was about to take place.

“What are you doing here!” Before Li Zhan could say a word, Tang Ning was already watching him warily.

Wan Sisi’s father?! Wasn’t he the founder of the country’s top business guild, Wan Hui Bank, and also the boss of Wan Hui Industries, the number one financial conglomerate in modern China, Wan Tongtian?

Heifeng Maiqi, you’re leading a horde of foreigners across the Nanling Mountains—those are the lands of the dwarves, but what exactly are you planning?

Its words made my heart tighten. Tong Yao and the others quickly huddled close to me, gathering together.

Later, we chatted some more before going to bed. Lying there for a long time, I couldn’t help but recall that figure turning, the silver gleam in their eyes, and a chill crept over my body.

Zhang Shouren’s reputation in Jinan was beyond reproach. The locals spoke of him as “one of us,” treating him as if he were family.

It wasn’t just the Dragon and Phoenix Clans who were troubled; in the West Sea’s Xuanwu territory, the Black Tortoise was also torn, his expression shifting uncertainly, deeply conflicted.

After being scolded by Ye Xuantian, Mo Mo pouted and whimpered—why was everyone treating her this way lately? She could barely endure until class ended before she finally couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“We’re at Maureen’s house now. Come over immediately.” Gu Hanhao hung up after saying this, as if the situation there didn’t allow for further conversation.

“Go find a medium and see what I owed you in my past life, that I have to suffer your torment in this one,” Gu Hanhao replied with a bitter smile.

Especially now, the way Li Feiyan looked at him—her neck gripped in his hands, her life hanging by a thread—she made no attempt to struggle. On her already pale face, there was a faint smile. It was not cold or mocking, but what kind of smile was it? Li Huai couldn’t tell, but it left him with a strange, unexplainable feeling.