Volume One, Chapter 82: Shen Chaowu Has No Flaws

Shen Chaowu was momentarily stunned. But in the next instant, she realized who was behind it. She curled her lips coldly—well done, Shen Yanzhou. It seemed that for Jiang Yao’s sake, her brother was truly furious this time. He had even gone so far as to freeze her bank card.

“Do you not realize there’s an entire realm’s difference between us?” Ma Jun said, his body suddenly erupting with a powerful aura that crashed down upon Xiang Yu like a tidal wave.

Chu Yan spent an hour refining two purple-rank tiger souls, then continued capturing others. By midday, he had refined more than thirty purple-rank tiger souls.

The voice of the guard outside the door pulled Huan Xuan’s thoughts back to reality, and a trace of impatience flashed through Huan Xuan’s eyes.

Back then, when Pegasus was mired in all sorts of negative news, if Li Changlin hadn’t appeared to acquire the company, its fate would likely have been to be swallowed by Jiahao, leaving not even the name behind.

There was no denying that Situ Wu was indeed worthy of being called a Sage, and deserved his status as the master of dozens of fleets of the Flying Cloud Sky Pirates. His reflexes and strength alike were formidable.

As a renowned figure in Dragon Cloud City of the Tianyu Domain, and famous for his learning, how could Young Master Guan be willing to accept defeat?

Seeing the old men frown in silence one after another, the Third Palace Master cursed them inwardly. At a time like this, they still found the leisure to dwell on things already done. It seemed that unless she played her trump card, nothing would change.

This security guard was clearly no match for Hei Zi. In Li Changlin’s hands, he didn’t have the slightest ability to resist.

Fatty checked up on the “Universal Intelligent Robot” mentioned in the task. A whole slew of random results popped up. He picked a couple of robots at random, but they were mostly hype and couldn’t possibly meet the requirements for intelligence.

Yet if something reeked terribly but tasted exquisite, then he would have committed a grave offense by rejecting it.

“I concede!” A feeble voice burst urgently from Cai Tianlun’s mouth. As the words left him, the broadsword hovering in midair suddenly halted, and Feng Fan withdrew it.

“Though that’s true, we are all businessmen. We only care about profit. Frankly speaking, our chairwoman is far too young—she has many shortcomings. If she manages the company, I don’t see it succeeding,” another shareholder objected, his words cutting deep.

At dawn, Qin Shaojie was awakened by his own morning arousal. He smiled wryly, glanced at the faint light outside and the still-sleeping Ling Fang, then slipped out of bed to buy breakfast for the entire family.

Suddenly, a warm current surged from the celestial artifact at his chest, instantly clearing his mind.

Di Yun looked around. There were people in several nearby rooms; it wouldn’t be convenient to talk here. So, they went to Ye Bingyin’s room, where Hua Rou was just finishing her eyebrows.

When they arrived at East Street, it was still sparsely populated. Lei Wang lived on the left side, and Ah Cai on the right. Their shops were close together, but when they met, they never spoke.

The gunshots here naturally alarmed Viper. He brought everyone rushing over, but when he arrived, there was no one to be seen—only traces of a fierce fight remained.

Afterward, the two clinked glasses. The scholar drained more than half his cup of white spirit in one gulp. Director Chen was not to be outdone and drank as well—his fourth cup already.

The scholar and Hashun Gerile stayed there until evening, when Hashun Gerile left to cook for Nasha.

“Dark Fiend Demon Flame!” Feng Fan swept with his divine sense and discovered that the spell Star Rain Tower was using was exactly the same as the one Long Yuyang had employed in their Foundation Establishment duel in the ancient Jin Yue kingdom. He noted this silently.

Returning to the top-tier guestroom arranged specially for him at Sword Worship Villa, Ling Yun told Huo’er to help herself to the fruit on the table while he stretched out lazily on the bed, opening the system shop he hadn’t checked in ages with an air of great comfort.

Guo Cai looked at Wang Tian with mild amusement. Wang Tian’s current demeanor was rather comical—one could tell at a glance he was not at all experienced.

After he finished speaking, the ministers by his side were all stirred, but their faces remained impassive—they were old and cunning and only relaxed inwardly. Though Xu Chen’s impersonation of the princess’s betrothed was not ideal, extraordinary times called for extraordinary measures. Perhaps this would avert some misfortune.

Leading Xie Laosan through the An residence, passing through several courtyards, Xie Laosan finally reached Master An.

Each of the antelopes had a pair of spiral horns, the four horns tightly interlocked. Even after both antelopes had died, they could not be separated.

The pillar of fire swept forward, dissolving all of Perfected Qing’s attacks and striking the ice wall, thinning it by two feet before finally dissipating.

“Then what do you suggest? Should we just wait here for news of Prince Rong’s death? He’s your uncle! Do you want to chill the hearts of all the soldiers in the land? You’ve already said it—the whole realm knows I have the power to save him. If I don’t go, how do you expect the people to judge me? To judge you?” Zhou An was truly anxious now.

At this moment, Shui Mohan stood alone, spear in hand, showing no sign of having just fought a bloody battle. Before him, the corpse puppet was battered and broken, its exposed bones riddled with fractures, and one of its claws missing altogether.