Volume 1, Chapter 51: Consort Wan Passes Away, Noble Consort Dowager Passes Away!

At these words, everyone shifted their gaze toward Noble Lady Min.

With a single roar that shook the sea of stars, a shockwave erupted in a furious gale, pushing back the giant fish that was trying to turn over, and shoving away the dumbfounded Immortals of the Rift-Void Clan.

Just imagine, a fisherman catching a glimpse of the trails left by swimming fish, or noticing the twitch of a bait—that would spell the doom of the fish. This was, after all, the four-dimensional world; whether there was a defense mechanism involving light refraction was something no one could say for sure.

To be cast out of the family—the fate that awaited her would likely be much like that of Skybright in *Dream of the Red Chamber* after she was expelled from the Jia household: either enduring the judgmental pointing fingers of others, or committing suicide.

Looking at the baleful aura surrounding Shen Shi, the middle-aged ghost-enforcer was delighted. Narrowing his eyes, he stared intently at the interior. This was the price he had to pay. Even if we are villains, we are not people you can just lecture.

Grand Tutor Zhou realized for the first time that he had truly missed a great deal of information. However, the Emperor was currently in a fit of rage, and given the "madness" the Grand Tutor had just played out in his court-suicide stunt, he lacked the nerve to ask.

"Impossible! This is impossible!" Da Feng only had to glance at the time before leaping up and crying out.

Without activating the Void Engine, without transforming, this was merely a simple application of light-based power. Under the enhancement of the Sacred Body Blessing, which ignored any backlash, the power of a single strike like this was at least thirty percent stronger than when he had fought Ozymandias.

Ye Tian noticed the biased look the Patriarch of the Wang family gave him. For Wang Feng's sake, he could only offer a smile and brush it off.

Emil led Lin Ai and the others on a continuous march for three whole days before finally stopping amidst a vast expanse of yellow sand. He said to Lin Ai and the others, "Ahead is my sister's territory..." Emil's tone still carried a faint trace of helplessness and nervousness. "My sister has a rather bad temper," Emil emphasized once again.

One must know that a visit without prior notice was certainly a sign of immense respect shown by Qi Lianjun toward Zhang Qihang, but strictly speaking, it was somewhat discourteous.

Renafeis, having recovered, saw her seven bound clansmen. Because they had fallen into the illusion just moments before, they had been dragged nearly three meters closer to that tall building by the eerie vines.

She raised her head to look at the Empress with a wronged expression, then hastily lowered it again, not daring to look further, appearing extremely anxious and uneasy.

Seeing this, the one in the middle felt his heart sink. A low, rhythmic chant issued from his throat, terrifying like a demonic roar.

Yet, no matter how unwilling he was to accept it, Thor understood that if he did not cut his losses in time, there would be no chance of a comeback in this national war.

As for the process in between, there would be a time gap of at least thirty minutes at the latest, so can you hold the line for me during these thirty minutes? Is that alright?

The scar-faced man looked at them in disbelief as, like ravenous ghosts possessed, they continuously shoved food into their mouths, eager to swallow the bowls along with it.

Duan Xiu, the Prime Minister of the State of Han, picked up the military report from the ground and glanced at it. Zhou Zui had been guarding the border, suffering defeat after defeat; moreover, with insufficient troops and depleted grain supplies, he was completely incapable of offering any further resistance.

Without delay, he spurred his magical cloud, flashing instantly to a position right in front of the snake demon. At this moment, they were less than a hundred meters away from the surging, torrential river.

Bao Zheng looked over the several heavyweight ministers of the court and Ao Lin, smiling especially at Tong Chenggong for a few extra moments. Deep in his heart, he had already vaguely guessed Zhao Heng's intentions.

Lian Xun had come to guard Lian Shenji on behalf of Qi Shi'anduban, never expecting that Lian Shenji would suddenly wake up. Coupled with the inquiries about Lu Rong's affairs, he hadn't had the chance to speak to anyone else yet.

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