Chapter 59

Up there! Song Tao raised his head and saw, right above him on the second floor, a carved wooden window wide open. Jeering laughter continually drifted down from it, mixed with the sounds of drinking games.

"No, I will absolutely not allow such a thing to happen. No matter where you have gone, adoptive father, you are already old. I will not fear you. Absolutely will not fear you." Jing Mo's smile trembled slightly. Although his words were tough, his lips were quivering, as if he were utterly unable to accept such a blow.

First of all, they had money. Gold-tier mechas smuggled to the Divine Concealment Empire could fetch an astronomical price of thirty million gold coins, whereas they sold for only eight million in other countries, with a cost of just one million. If Zheng Xiyuan utilized the technology of his past life, this price could be drastically reduced even further.

However, at this moment, Xingyue did not feel the slightest trace of panic; instead, her mind was entirely occupied with figuring out how to counter this move of his.

Rao Mengyu was utterly helpless regarding her current predicament. She could not accept it and, almost losing control, roared at him.

In the eyes of any emperor, a subject's loyalty always came before talent. No one wanted their right-hand man to be as crafty as Cao Cao, even though that Prime Minister Cao possessed world-shaking talents.

Now, the membership count of the Lifetime Affection Guild alone had approached nearly three million, and the nation had upgraded to an empire.

"You just wait!" Dick spat out a harsh threat, his fat body bouncing like a meatball as he turned and fled. The coachman, who had just managed to scramble up pathetically, hastily followed, supporting the martial artist who had already been crippled by the beating.

In the vast world, anything can happen. Li Huaitang and the soldiers under his command deeply believed this; the Yibo Sea where they watered their horses was truly a monstrosity.

Quan Yurong frowned as she walked forward, arriving at the appointed room. Just as she raised her hand to knock, the door suddenly swung open. Before she could clearly see who was there, she was yanked inside by a burst of force.

She could tell that this man was somewhat awkward, entirely lacking his previous uninhibited demeanor.

Glancing through the rearview mirror, she was fidgeting with her silk scarf, on whose fair, tender neck there were bruised, purplish-blue lovebites.

Lei Yiming was actually feeling a bit drowsy, so he ignored her, while also trusting that she would not deal a fatal blow to him—he had observed her carefully that afternoon, and when she looked at him, there was malice in her eyes, but no murderous intent.

The two walked down the mountain path together, Chen Mo frequently glancing sideways at Gu Xiaoxiao all the way, wearing a hesitant expression of one who wants to speak but holds back.

"What about that precious pearl?" I could not help feeling concerned for Zhou Baozhu's future life. I wondered if Sister Xia and I single-mindedly pushing Zhou Baozhu toward a black-bellied man like Bai Feng was a terribly bad thing for her.

Xie Jingxi did not speak; she appropriately put on a look of bewilderment. The paralyzing drug had just worn off, and she was dizzy.

The three artistic conceptions of wind, fire, and thunder had all reached the perfection of the third tier and were beginning to make a charge toward the fourth tier.

She walked over and looked at the empty bowl. In truth, she could no longer tell what she had been drinking, but Xie Jingxi inexplicably tasted the flavor of sweet soup in her mouth, so sweet it made her throat cloyingly sticky.

She did not care about the online insults and curses directed at her, yet she felt that as long as he was no longer reviled by those people, that was enough.

Seeing that a bloody battle within the Chen family was about to erupt, Lin Hualong, leading a group of people from the Lin family in the VIP seating, descended to Liu Hai's side.

The closer one got to the Annihilation Bomb, the more abnormally calm the seabed appeared, except for a massive vortex in the central area swallowing everything nearby. A giant, blood-red crystal core rotated in the vortex like the eye of a storm, and even the wrecks of ships sunken on the ocean floor were sucked into the vortex. The power of the battle suit was clearly unequal to the vortex's suction force.

Several days ago, a member of the Heavenly Soul clan came to Eternal Town and sold Falling Crystal Flowers within the town.

The primordial fire of heaven and earth within his body was about to leap past the Black Flame realm and enter directly into the final tier, the White Flame realm.

Lei Qingrou only felt her eyelids grow heavy, and then she drifted into a deep sleep. Perhaps because Fang Hui was by her side, Lei Qingrou slept exceptionally soundly this time, without a single dream, sleeping straight until dawn.

The impatient Han Lei immediately leaped out, dancing around in front of Ye Chu as if he would suffocate if he did not display the joy in his heart.

Zong Man's Annihilation was practically a thorough purge; wherever it passed, everything fell silent and turned into a void.

Some people remarked that if this battle were still lost, there would be no use in you fellows staying alive. With this defeat, the Four Seas Country would essentially have lost its momentum; even if it managed to survive on its last breath, its national strength would plummet, and the Black Gold Corporation would definitely seize the opportunity to move in.

However, against pressure of that sort, Fang Hui was born immune. Letting the middle-aged man do his worst, Fang Hui completely turned a blind eye to it.

In the past, before it was acquired by Yinglong, the Anding Factory was teetering on the verge of bankruptcy due to limitations in capital and technology, as well as corruption among the management.

"Perhaps only by returning to the palace... My master and the others have attained supreme mastery and possess profound insight; maybe they can figure out what is wrong with me!" The sorrow of parting surged into her heart, feeling incomparably heavy, entirely because she did not want to be separated from Feng Lingyun at all.

"Because I am the Water Origin Path of the Ice and Snow Sacred Mountain!" A confident smile returned to the face of the Water Origin Path, his gaze resolute, even stubborn; no one could shatter his convictions.