Chapter 64: Lin Ye's Fury

In fact, the Xia Kingdom was not entirely unwelcoming to delegations sent by other nations to study, though its mindset was somewhat complex; overall, it maintained an attitude of anticipation.

Tearing off pretenses and revealing the ugliest side of human nature, Chen Ming beside them was consumed by rage, a flash of coldness cutting through his eyes. Had he not forcefully suppressed his impulses, he probably would have rushed forward then and there to silence the two of them permanently.

Han Juan's lips trembled, and he lacked even the strength to utter a curse. Meeting Chu He's gaze, there was nothing left for him except desperate supplication.

And since she had yet to transcend mortality, forming a soul pact would inflict severe damage upon her sea of consciousness. Facing such a dilemma with no other way out, he could only place his trust in Xu Zhexin's abilities and the protective power of her spiritual artifact.

Both of them instantly blushed scarlet. Chen Ming fared slightly better; naturally dark-skinned, it was impossible to tell whether he was flushing or not. Wang Ting, however, was a different story—though her skin lacked proper care and remained somewhat rough, she was fair-complexioned by nature, and at that moment, her face resembled a monkey's backside.

Jiang Wuyi watched the scene with an expression of utter adoration, while Yan Chen sprinted out to the exterior platform to observe the situation below.

He had waited for this day for a very long time. Reclaiming the Eastern Heavenly Gate was one of the lifelong dreams of his life, and the mere thought of potentially severing Chen Shi's head with his own hands stirred an uncontrollable wave of excitement within him.

The contents of that calligraphy were of secondary importance; what mattered was the hand that penned it—none other than Du Chong, the current reigning chancellor of the Sheng Kingdom.

Su Yunxuan touched his chest, finding no sensation whatsoever. It truly felt like a birthmark he had been born with, devoid of any other feeling, and the slight prick of pain from moments earlier had vanished completely.

As for the large quantity of human limbs scattered throughout the room, it would likely take some time of meticulous examination before any definitive conclusions could be reached.

Chen Qimei fled like a deserter once again. After taking refuge in the foreign concessions with the surviving members of the Green Gang, he immediately boarded a boat without stopping and hurried to Hong Kong, leaving a chaotic mess behind for the Shanghai Green Gang.

Nangong Zhan clenched his fists so tightly that a fine layer of cold sweat coated his palms. He had never expected Baili Chenfeng to know far more than he had anticipated. When he originally plotted to frame Consort Rong, he thought his plan had been airtight, and everyone involved had already been silenced by the sword, yet somehow he had still left behind a future threat.

Li Xiaoyu knew that she and I belonged to two entirely different worlds. And how could two people from different worlds possibly share so many intersections? Because of this, Li Xiaoyu felt deeply sorrowful, knowing that this might well be the final time they would spend together.

"I'll bet five million as well! I'll bankrupt you!" At that moment, Liu Tianxia stood up, crossing his arms and fixing a gloomy, detached gaze upon me.

Outwardly delicate, Ye Rao possessed a remarkably strong and rational inner self. Yet beneath her pure and innocent exterior, she was more often plagued by loneliness and melancholy.

"Nothing much, just showing some concern for us ordinary folk struggling at the bottom, exchanging some everyday pleasantries," Li Youcai lied smoothly. Having already promised Shen Junyi that he would keep the conversation confidential, he naturally intended to keep his word.

In fact, on several occasions, the militia soldiers decisively routed Zhang's forces, sending them fleeing in disarray. In particular, the fierce tenacity of the militia—charging madly ahead right through a hail of gunfire—left a profound and unforgettable impression on General Zhang Xun, the whip-wielding commander.

Boss Gu had been trafficking in famous paintings and priceless cultural artifacts, many of them national treasures, resulting in severely detrimental repercussions.

The Ferryman of the Underworld replied repeatedly, yet where was the boat? I scanned my surroundings once again in all directions, but still failed to spot any place capable of concealing a vessel.

Feeling completely drained of strength, and regardless of whether my grandfather outside could hear me, my instinct for survival somehow summoned a wellspring of hidden energy from within my body, allowing me to forcefully break free from that hand.

Whether it took one year or three, and no matter how great the danger might be, Meng Zhao believed that the higher the strength of the Xuan Sect, the better; a secret realm left unexploited for millennia naturally possessed a sufficient foundation of strength.

The magnificent spectacle high above the Traversing Heavens Hall had yet to be fully digested, and now another terrifying scene was unfolding within the Sacred Medicine Pool.

The crackdown on organized crime and vice had been severe recently, and her family maintained ties with the underground underworld. Compounded by false bookkeeping, tax evasion, unpaid wages, withheld final payments, exploitation of workers, and even resulting in human fatalities, her crimes were compounded exponentially.

Song Yulin was locked away, and the Song family's shares in the Qin Enterprise were completely gone. Old Madam Song shifted the entirety of the blame onto her, while her own son harbored deep resentment toward her. Yet at such a time, as her own flesh and blood, could they not extend a hand to pull her up?

The little monkey was rendered entirely speechless. Could this be considered a case of failing to act one's age with dignity? Where had that honest and reliable Uncle She gone? Where on earth did this street-hustler vibe come from?

Her older sister had secured a government-funded study abroad scholarship at the age of fifteen, carving out her own domain overseas through sheer personal capability. Naturally, she had wanted to become her parents' pride just like her sister, but the very moment she laid eyes on Long Rui, she changed her mind.

Sect auctions originated from early internal trading markets among disciples, and over time they evolved into formal events hosted by the sect itself.

During that incident in the mountain forest behind the ruined temple, the giant serpent seemed completely oblivious to his presence, bypassing him entirely to pursue and devour others.

Su Yi was a decent man, but bound by the constraints of his era; if the original owner had married him as his wife, who knew what the future would hold? Since the original owner desired it, she naturally had to do her utmost. The sensation of going on blind dates wearing the original owner's skin was simply indescribable.

During the latter half of the first section, the master of balance Ye Jiajia could no longer steady her bowl of water properly; her focus remained fixed entirely on Hao Ze.

He hesitated, wondering whether he should unleash an even greater force to extinguish the volcano on the verge of erupting before him, or simply let it erupt to witness the true power of Might-Guy's father—Hatake Sakumo.