Volume 1, Chapter 46: The Mysterious Founder, Disaster Strikes the Debut Stage?

Shen Shuhe directed these words at Wen Yu.

Having entered the entertainment industry late and previously buried herself in the grueling world of finance, she had been doing her absolute best to cram knowledge and information about the fashion world.

Yet, deficiencies remained.

Consequently, she found a spot beside a stone pillar to set up a stall. After Ju let go of his two weapons and prepared to sit down, a hostile crowd suddenly rushed forward.

Mo Shishi suddenly delivered an impassioned and high-spirited speech full of adrenaline, prompting Lin Xiaomo to clink glasses with her.

Well, in An Zexi's mind, these various types of entities were the scum of society, hindering the nation's stable development, and simply deserved to be eradicated by everyone.

When that witness was led in, she was already in an injured state. While other injuries were unknown to onlookers, the obvious sword wound on her shoulder was plain to see.

As for the people of Meteor Street committing crimes and whatnot—without legal status, would they stop committing crimes? With this status, however, it would serve as a constraint to some extent.

"None of us are going mountain climbing for the Double Ninth Festival this year. Will Teacher and Grandmother still go?" Gu Qingyun chatted casually.

Although this black sandstorm had come with bizarre abruptness, never having been heard of occurring in the middle of the night, the most dangerous moment had passed. Regardless of the reason, pulling along the vigilant "Madman" Mao, and bidding farewell to Iron Gall and Ouyang Xiaoqing, the two of us sneaked out stealthily.

After a few more days, Prince Lian would welcome her back to the estate. By then, the prince's estate would be entirely under her control. Just the thought of it made Concubine Yi feel a thrill of excitement.

Old Woman Wen was momentarily stunned and opened her mouth, yet deep inside, she blamed Qi Wanyin to the extreme. For the sake of her son's marriage, Old Woman Wen would rather die than relent.

Slaughtering a God Emperor—upon hearing these words, Long Luo let out a long sigh of disbelief. How could such a thing be possible? Even a divine-grade artifact could only unleash its might in the hands of a cultivator with sufficient strength. For a mere God King wielding an artifact to slay a God Emperor? Could this Nine-Petaled Yama possibly rival the tail feather of the Vermilion Bird Sacred Sovereign? Naturally, that was impossible.

No matter what hardships he faced, as long as Brother Ye was by his side, he would never feel as though this world had grown dark and devoid of light.

As the main doors swung open, over a dozen well-trained security personnel rushed out, instantly forming a dividing line that slowly pushed the crowd back.

In the realm of Martial Disciples, the gap between levels was actually not very vast. Yet among the scions of top aristocratic families, this slight gap constituted a crucial chasm that was exceedingly difficult to cross.

One of them was Xu Jianyu. The person fighting Xu Jianyu was a handsome monk dressed in yellow monastic robes. With delicate features and clear brows, his expression carried a hint of stern resolve, a touch of endearing vulnerability, and an unyielding determination. He was an absolute beauty of a monk; even without hair, he was three parts more handsome than Ling Tianjue.

Waiting two days for relocation would allow sufficient time during this period to interrogate the enemy regarding the background situation and formulate the most appropriate transfer plan.

"Alliance Leader Xiao, you are truly amazing. At such a young age, you have become the leader of the Martial Dao Alliance. Rumor has it that you are already a Grandmaster-level expert. Is this true?" Leading the way ahead, the young man asked excitedly, chattering endlessly to Xiao Yunfei.

As a God Emperor, Hai He could naturally perceive the condition inside Hai Yin's body. Although deeply worried for Hai Yin, he knew that since the Snow Emperor had stated the poison could be cured, it certainly would be. A peak God Emperor would never make a mistake.

Long Zhiru stepped into a trembling space and departed from the dilapidated Flower Python Sect. Several Divine Emperor elders of the Flower Python Sect vaguely sensed a trace of anomaly in the air and hurriedly rushed toward the sect's secret chamber, only to find that the two brightest flames of divine sense within the chamber had already extinguished.