Chapter Forty-Five: Ouyang Junxi?

Inside a private room of a hotel, the decor leaned toward a businesslike atmosphere—perfect for discussing important matters. Ye Feng sat opposite a middle-aged man. On the table rested a teapot and two small teacups. Ye Feng sipped his tea gently, closed his eyes to savor the taste for a moment, and then slowly set the cup down. “I want to know—who exactly is Chen Xinyi?” Ye Feng’s expression was grave as he fixed his gaze on the man across from him...

Prorsen, the train conductor, took a bullet to the head; the shot tore through his skull and snapped the headband of his headset.

Super Potato and Super Cabbage had already met the base’s vegetable requirements splendidly.

If Ye Jie had spoken these words on an ordinary day, she might have just laughed or teased Ye Jie back. But today was different. Now, Ye Jie was the finest emissary of the Grand Prince’s Hall—a symbol of supreme honor, the highest distinction of an Underworld Hall. The weight of her words was immense.

At her remark, the group relaxed a little, though their eyes remained wary as they watched Xia Wei.

Meng Yu, unwilling to yield, had given his sister to a strategist favored by the Virtuous Prince, and later offered his cousin as a concubine to a bodyguard chosen by another Virtuous Prince.

When everyone saw Jun Tiange fix his gaze on Nie Yang, those with keen minds quickly realized what was happening.

“Call everyone out. I need to discuss something with you all,” Xue Feng said, frowning.

But as soon as he lifted his head and his face was bathed in sunlight, a searing pain surged instantly through him.

The blade was slender, but when wielded, it became a storm of death, capable of slaughtering even the greatest masters. Now, it transformed into a tornado of sword energy, charging fiercely at Elder Wei.

After years of seeing his brother-in-law Dai He’s cold expression, he finally had the chance to turn the tables, making Dai He answer to him instead.

“Uh,” I stared in astonishment at her plump figure clad in pale green, feeling she truly resembled a tender, fleshy caterpillar. No wonder she thought I was insulting her earlier.

Wave after wave of undead creatures surged forward, only to be controlled by Luo Rulong and then toppled, batch after batch.

The grand hall seemed to carry a peculiar, delicate fragrance. Chu Youcai felt his body floating, as if riding clouds and mist.

Su Qingqing was delighted to see my dumbfounded expression. She threw her head back and laughed, “Unbelievable, isn’t it? Looks like we’re both naïve after all.”

But perhaps this is for the best. If Chen Yan can be successfully promoted, it would certainly prove the star-making prowess of Gathering Cloud Pavilion.

“Yes.” Xia Chengyuan turned and left the room, closing the door behind him. His eyes lingered on the doorway, as if he could see the man inside through the wooden panels.

Across from him, Murong Cheng’s gaze suddenly burned hotter and, in an instant, he launched his attack.

Lin Huihui often came here looking for Zhou Ailing; in his heart, he truly regarded Zhou Ailing as his elder sister and wife.

With a wave of his hand, a vast power of the stars intertwined, transforming into an enraged dragon that roared incessantly as it rushed forth.

Li Junxiu gave Xu Yuan a deep look. He understood perfectly what Xu Yuan meant; this quarrel was for one purpose only—to persuade Li Junxiu to go rest in the sleeper cabin.

This time, Ye Feng’s fury was explosive, unleashing a massacre. Only bloodshed could quell the rage in his heart.

Suddenly, Tian Ye’s spiritual force shuddered as a strange power slammed into it.

“This treasure—what terrifying force!” The Demon Emperor, engulfed in flames, his eyes burning like a living fire, was awestruck.

Chu Yi gave his opponent no chance to catch his breath. Driven by him, the Azure Sword danced through the air at lightning speed, as he unleashed the Azure Void Technique.

In less than a minute, the gravel on the rooftop was swept away by the whirlwind created by the two as they sprinted, revealing the cold, shadowy surface beneath.