Volume One, Chapter 61: Speak If You Will, or Not

However, what he did not know was that this dinner party was indeed organized by Yang Ye, specifically to thank the shareholders who had once helped Qin Zhenghuang.

Although both were at the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm, the gap between them was vast. He was probably about to advance, right?

Naturally, they were more than eager for the Chen State to attack the Wolf-Tracked Wasteland, so that they could make their move when the time was right according to whatever plans they had. This was as obvious as lice on a bald head. But they did not know why Huo Yuan had made such a massive move, exposing it completely to their view; this was rather unfavorable.

The sound of teeth being shattered rang out, and the man with buckteeth spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with several teeth.

"They are all top-grade Metal-attribute spirit stones, along with precious medicinal herbs worth tens of thousands of gold?" After a brief inspection, Ling Qingyun swept them all into his spatial bracelet and continued moving forward. These spirit stones and herbs were quite good, with a combined value of no less than ten thousand gold, but they were obviously not the most precious reward.

Compared to the ten-thousand-gold spirit fruit in the Hanlong Ruins, the value of the Serpent Spirit Fruit was much lower—it might not even be worth a hundred gold. Ling Qingyun had searched through a thousand trees just to find this single one, which could be considered hard-earned, yet after searching with such great effort, he merely wiped away his sweat and casually tossed the fruit upward, treating it as if it were worthless dirt.

"Ugh... How many hours have passed? Are the auras of Prince Ming and Prince Huai still nearby?" Yun Che asked with his mind.

Perhaps, if not for the Yun family, the secret of Yun Xiao's bloodline might still have been concealed, but it just had to be the Yun family... The Profound Qi Gang was an undeniable and ironclad proof.

He raised his right hand, feeling utterly perplexed as to how he had managed to pierce the sword into her chest that night. Of course, even up to now, Xu Song tried his best to avoid crossing paths with him, dodging him whenever he could. Having almost killed his beloved for the sake of his master was, to Xu Song, simply a sweet sorrow.

"Indeed, he has been diagnosed with terminal liver cancer," the Master of the Third Hall said calmly. She probably had her own unique philosophy regarding life and death.

"Oh, give it a rest! Forced down to the lower realm more than ten thousand years ago, the Iron Pagoda had already changed hands. What the hell does that have to do with you?" Gong Butian exposed his shortcomings.

"Then do you know what you are doing right now?" The old man asked with a darkened face. If Mo Nan were a reckless greenhorn, he would be confident in driving him away and then, once the sacrificial ritual was concluded, silencing him permanently.

The elevators operated frantically in a staggered frenzy at a frequency of nearly once every ten seconds. The entire stage was like a precisely sliced city; the moment the ten-second mark was reached, some sections would descend while others would ascend. For a fleeting moment, Wu Jin was instantly reminded of the cellular automata from the first round of elimination matches, yet the movement pattern of the elevators was clearly quite different.

As he spoke, Wang Chen swiftly took out various elixirs from his storage ring and swallowed them. At the same time, he began to search for the core of the Seven-Wounds Divine Wind Formation.

Those who understood the meaning behind Zhao Yi's words instinctively took a few steps back, fearing they might provoke him. Moreover, the strength Zhao Yi displayed also shocked them; two elders at the Dou Huang level couldn't even withstand a single move from him—such power was simply too terrifying.

Li Yao knew that it was only a matter of time before Li Bai released a new album, so since he was playing the role of fanning the flames today, he couldn't help but exaggerate a bit.

But right at this moment, the heavy door was slowly pushed open, and a strange man wearing an evil smile walked in.

Therefore, Xiao Feng still maintained an expressionless composure, instead putting on a timid, country-bumpkin-in-the-city sort of demeanor.

According to the feedback from Mo Ying, the health of the old master of the Mo family had always been poor. After failing several operations targeting the Scythe Gang—which Mo Xiong had tried to arrange by taking advantage of the gang's internal strife—he had temporarily suspended further actions, likely searching for powerful reinforcements.

Upon learning of this, Su Banxia specifically went to look for the village chief. Failing to persuade him, she had no choice but to return and discuss with Xu Xiangxiang about hiring a few cooks from the town to help prepare the banquet.

She had never seen such a handsome man, but his gaze was far too chilling. Yuan Sese only glanced at him once before feeling a chill run through her entire body, and she hurriedly looked away.

Gu Ningning then carefully scrutinized the interior furnishings of the shop. It was neat, clean, and the rouge and powder were arranged orderly, leaving no obvious flaws to pick on.

"Father truly possesses eyes like torches," Gu Ningning giggled. She had never expected to keep anything from Duke Gu; what she had said previously was merely an opening remark, and the real business she wanted to discuss came afterward.

"That's more like it. To actually leave your sister hanging for so long, you truly deserve a beating." Qiao Fan finally couldn't help laughing.

"Ha, what kind of expression is that? You look as though you're constipated." Mu Jiusi simply squatted down, hugged her knees, tilted her head, and wore a look full of curiosity.

Anxious to find Feng Ran, Su Banxia asked Su Laoliu for his outer coat and put it on. Afterward, she rumpled her hair, smeared some ash on her face, and with the down jacket worn underneath, her bloated figure made her look completely different from her usual self.

"What the young master says makes sense. How about this? Later on, I will have some delivered to the young master's residence, is that alright?" Manager Xu probed cautiously.

Several corpses lying in the passageway belonged to the Profound Heart Sect. Ah Jiu thought Mu Qianchen might ask some questions, but he asked nothing at all.

"Do you have any idea how much you scared the living daylights out of me by suddenly appearing in the middle of the night?" Ah Jiu asked, just as she finished putting her gun back in its original place.

Whether this black pig had ever eaten human flesh was no longer something a survivor in this era would ponder over; having a mouthful of food to eat was already extremely difficult.

A few seconds later, the remaining two members on their side arrived, but by that time, Qin Yu had only lost half of his health. The moment for counterattack had arrived, and without a second thought, the opponent chose a strategic retreat.

Xiao Qiang's expression was extremely ugly. He couldn't figure out what background this Hell Organization had, but one thing was certain: this Hell Organization was definitely no inferior to the Nightmare Organization, and was even stronger.