Chapter 118: A Great Victory for Liberal Democracy?

The United States, the CIA.

Morning light pierced the bulletproof glass, spreading a veil of pale gold across the conference room.

The task force codenamed “Unearth the Capital” had assembled.

Twenty-four elite agents and three outside specialists sat around both sides of the long table, while the faint aroma of black coffee lingered in the air.

William Howard was head of the East Asia Studies Group and the man presiding over the meeting.

Immaculate in his suit, he stood at the head of the table, his blond hair held perfectly in place by pomade—

“Yes.” Only after releasing his breath-holding technique did Shenxing Wuji dare to speak. Just moments earlier, he had relied solely on his eyesight, not even daring to stir the slightest ripple. After all, the mysteries of the Summit Realm lay far beyond their imagination.

The soldiers stationed at the City Lord’s residence charged toward Ye Shaoxuan, shouting the resounding word “Kill!” and gripping long blades in their hands. Clearly, from the moment they took that first step, they had no idea what death meant.

“Damn it, Big Fatty, you picked the worst possible time to come out. I would have succeeded otherwise,” I complained.

Qilin revealed an expression of sudden understanding, his brows filled with a knowing smile. So Madam had been missing her master too—hadn’t she just taken the initiative to invite him over?

Chu Shangwu and Wei Zhao sprang out from behind two separate heaps of snow, clearly having set their sights on Ye Yiran, that plump prize.

It seemed her younger sister truly had fallen hopelessly in love. The moment Han Siyou was mentioned, an anxious light immediately appeared in her eyes. Even he, her older brother, began to feel a little jealous.

Under the force of that single punch, the berserk holy spiritual power rapidly vanished. Even the faint trace of law that only experts of the Holy Infant Realm could possess appeared unbearably fragile before it.

This fox was rather unusual. It had four tails, and more importantly, Yang Chen sensed an immense power within its body.

“Hehe.” Li Rou smiled. Her face was covered in dust, yet it bore an extraordinarily radiant smile—so radiant that even Lisraya was momentarily transfixed.

The plane arrived in J City. Since they had not told Chu Yan they were coming, they took a taxi to the film and television complex where the production crew was based.

White undergarments hung high overhead, while row upon row of bare, gleaming torsos shone in the light. What in the world were they doing?

“You must take this matter seriously. The leadership election only ended recently, and these incidents occurred just after the man at the top was reelected. I’m afraid something terrible may be about to happen.” The old master spoke with unmistakable helplessness.

Luo Yan was very pleased with his answer. She would have been unhappy if he had agreed—but now, how was she supposed to teach him?

The stone was thickly covered with long, pale-golden fuzz. Beneath it, one could vaguely glimpse a green foundation. The strands seemed almost alive, moving of their own accord despite the absence of wind. Yet they did not writhe and rustle like crawling insects; instead, they possessed a graceful vitality, like coral drifting with the current.

It was perfectly natural for Yu Zhengrong, whose entire life had been immersed in the Way of the Sword, to think this way. Yet he knew he could not stop his disciple. Whether judged by emotion or reason, this was something the young man ought to do. A true man must know both what he should refuse to do and what he must do—and the Lord of the Sword God Palace understood that better than anyone.

Heaven and earth convulsed, and the mountains and forests shattered. Even after entering the Shackles Realm, Xu Qingyun was instantly swallowed by the two forces. Agonizing pain coursed through his body, and every bone felt as though it were about to split apart. He immediately activated the power of the Shackles Realm, his figure flashing wildly as he dodged again and again.

Once the Lantern Festival passed, the matters Xu Zipei had to deal with would increase dramatically. He had anticipated this in advance and had already handled everything that could be dealt with beforehand. As a result, his pressure after the festival was not quite as overwhelming.

The landlady knocked first. Only after someone inside answered did she open the door. Before she could say a word, Cai Meier had already squeezed her way inside.

The oppressive atmosphere continued for half a month. Then, at midnight one night, a phone call jolted the person who had just awakened from sleep into complete bewilderment.

Daoist Leiming said that he had specially invited the two of them to his succession ceremony. Faced with such earnest hospitality, Zhang Fan found it difficult to refuse. In truth, he had not wanted to go, since he still had old grievances with Elder Xin Xinjing, the future head of the Taiyun Sect.