Volume 1, Chapter 35: Brother, I Was Wrong

Tang Xinluo was, after all, a young lady from a prestigious family; she had never been driven away, let alone in front of Xia Xiyin, and she could not hide her embarrassment.

However, the timing of his words was impeccable. Just as Zhu Ruo was demanding protection for the commoners behind him, he proposed this suggestion. If Zhu Ruo refused, it would be hypocrisy; if he agreed, it would be a death sentence.

Standing tall upon the magnificent altar, he did not move a step, yet the broadsword in his hand slashed toward that very space. A brilliant cascade of sword light descended, roaring like a torrential golden flood.

They nodded with smiles, walked toward the distance, and eventually arrived at the shore.

Yuan Lin and the others agreed; they directed their flame-throwers toward the seaweed, and after a few minutes, the seaweed vanished entirely.

When it was over, he stepped back slightly, looking at her tear-streaked face. Well, at least she had finally stopped crying.

Yet, this was the ultimate manifestation of Yang Han’s secret attack technique. His methods were heaven-defying, condensing his terrifying combat power into what could essentially be called a peak strike.

To avoid excessive exhaustion, Long Tian decided to end the battle quickly; he did not possess King-tier recovery pills. King-tier resources were far too scarce.

Yuan Shu was not a man of great talent, but he was certainly a stubborn brute. His philosophy was simple: whoever attacks me, I will kill, even if I am killed by others in the process—I will take you down with me before I go.

"Alas, we can only hope that Father and the others return soon, otherwise we will have to leave the family temporarily. Or perhaps we can hope the enemy exhausts themselves and dies from spontaneous combustion," Mi Lan sighed, her brown eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

Su Li was already sick to death of palace affairs. With Ulanara and Nian dead, Li indifferent, and Geng never having been favored, and given that Yin was not a lecherous man, Su Li had assumed the harem conflicts were over. She had not expected that this was far from the truth; the fighting inside the palace had ended only for it to begin outside.

Tang Meng nodded, smiling as he looked at Atlante, silently making a vow to protect her and ensure she would never come to harm.

Every time the Bloodthirsty Crocodile attacked the Werewolf High Priest, it had to endure the priest's magic. With the priest’s high natural defense and a shield reinforced by various spells, the crocodile’s singular style of attack could never outlast him.

If he waited until Lin Zimo took over Ye Licheng’s network, he would have even less standing to act as a father figure in front of Lin Zimo.

That occurred at the end of September. Wang Zaixi, increasingly neglected by Emperor Huizong, suddenly approached Wu Kai, claiming he held evidence against Lin Lingsu and hoping Wu Kai would help him topple Lin Lingsu and reclaim his position as the leader of the Taoist sect.

The exchange of goods was made possible by convenient land and sea transport; fruit farmers in coastal regions no longer worried about finding markets for their bumper harvests, and the rewards for their labor doubled their enthusiasm.

"God’s might, the flame is me." Father Wickel chanted a single incantation, and a teleportation circle appeared at his feet, instantly bringing him before Tang Meng.

Mr. Rael and I each donned our alloy armor and stood two meters behind the center line. The alloy armor provided a high degree of hardness while maintaining flexibility, making it perfectly suited for light knights in close-quarters combat.

As for Murong Feng, he contacted his old connections at this time, releasing the news that the award-winning actor Murong Feng was returning with his new masterpiece, Nirvana.

Niu Gao dared not be coy this time and hurriedly repeated the old man’s words in full detail.