Chapter 47

The guards at the palace gates did not even announce his arrival and let him pass immediately. Peng Mo’s brows furrowed even deeper; it seemed the Emperor had given prior instructions.

Yet, after listening to Tang Feng’s words, a trace of regret suddenly arose in the depths of his heart! He might have run into a formidable match today...

"Alright, let's go!" Hearing Shi Yan's words, Leng Jianfeng snapped back to his senses and said. Although he was smiling, he was no longer as at ease as before.

"Is it this bracelet?" Cui Feng asked within the cranial space. But the cranial space remained dead silent, with Yan Chi showing no movement whatsoever.

Without waiting for Yu Ruotong to finish her words of caution, Xiao Menglou resolutely pressed the antimatter bomb launch switch—the blue button symbolizing the hope of victory—which lay quietly beside the red fire-control switch.

"Mm." Peng Mo nodded. With her mother accompanying her, it would suffice; and she figured that with her Third Brother away, Jin Xiuchen would not stay for very long.

Cui Feng and the stone monkey released their divine senses. A simple sweep of their divine senses across the exterior of the house allowed them to discern whether there were any usable items inside, which saved them a considerable amount of effort.

Upon Mount Song, things remained as they had always been, except that the ice and snow were already showing signs of melting, dripping down drop by drop. Was it a celebration or a sorrow?

Amidst the sound of the wind, Yin Feng’s sleeves fluttered incessantly, yet his figure remained unwavering, standing like Pan Song in a fierce gale. This was his first time contending in aura with a cultivator at the fourth tier of the Foundation Establishment realm, and astonishment immediately welled up in his heart—it was truly terrifying.

The light at the end of the river channel was growing brighter and brighter, but it would still take them a few moments to reach there. Yet, judging by the current swimming speed of those intestinal worms, they would likely catch up in a dozen breaths or so.

The rearmost vehicle suddenly exploded, the wreckage soaring into the air as a burst of flames illuminated the dark night.

As soon as she stepped through the door, she saw Ye Ling'er sitting at a table, biting into a piece of fruit she had procured from goodness knows where. Judging by the fragrance, she could tell it was extraordinary.

Zhang Yumeng also channeled the spiritual energy within her body, and a powerful aura emanated from the umbrella like an invisible vortex, instantly draining the surrounding spiritual energy.

That was not all; they had also become hosts for these netherworld ghosts, which could use them to hide while continuing to infect other cultivators.

Lin Bufei gave Ji Linmo a tight bear hug, showering him with lavish praise as if he wanted to elevate even Ji Linmo’s toenails up to the heavens.

The next day, everything proceeded as usual, and the group began their journey to London. Everything along the way was ordinary, yet the moment the airplane landed in London, the color palette of the world suddenly shifted before Feng Baobao's eyes.

"President Su, I know you are looking out for me, but I can guarantee that I will never let her ride roughshod over me. I have my own arrangements and plans, and I will absolutely not let her affect me in the slightest," Yang Rong looked at her very earnestly.

"The two of you have arrived just in time. Because of Ruan Yuwei's actions, the company has suffered a huge impact. My decision is to expel Ruan Yuwei!" Ruan Guowei's dignified and stern voice rang out.

When Su Yumeng inadvertently learned of this, she was so angry she almost tore her pillow to shreds. She had clearly wanted to disrupt their relationship, so how had it backfired instead?

"We are early; they haven't arrived yet. We can walk around first," Shang Shaoyan noted, seeing her fondness for the place.

A furnace the size of a palm naturally produced a gentler flame, allowing one to manipulate the alchemical fire much better.

Zhan Long had just completed three years of cultivation in Hell Valley, and the three commanders had only arrived a few months ago respectively. Even in his dreams, Zhan Long would not dare believe that the three commanders would do such a thing. Didn't Hell Valley always claim to be the darkness that must exist to defend its faith?

The nine-headed snake shrieked miserably as it transformed into a human-shaped charred corpse, yet until the very moment of his death, he could not understand why a Demon Hunter would want to kill him.

By the time Shen Mengdie reacted to what the other party was doing, she had already been carried far away from the old castle.

The God King and Wuji simultaneously noticed the change in Yunying. At this very moment, the aura around Yunying was completely different. As he floated in the cosmos, he seemed as though he stood independent of the universe itself.

Looking at the towering skyscrapers before her, she let out a light breath and slowly stepped through the company's front doors.

At this moment, Zuo Qing cast a glance over. The fierce yet worried look in his eyes startled both of them simultaneously. Zuo Qing was always steady; for him to react this way, he must have deemed the opponent unfathomably deep.

He first went to the vegetable market to buy the necessary food and supplies, then went straight out of the city to the pauper's graveyard. Ensuring that no one was tailing him, he turned toward the front of the cave.

The very instant Jian Qiubai opened his eyes, he saw Qingyi slumped over the table, her long, dark, glossy hair draped casually across her shoulders. In this tranquil world, she resembled a sleeping snow lotus flower—pure, pristine, and stirring deep yearnings in one's heart.

Young Master Yan furrowed his brows imperceptibly and remained silent. Southwest lowered his head, lost in thought, and failed to notice Wu Huan blocking the way to pick a fight.

Pei Si touched the bandages personally wrapped by Nan Shu, a flicker of tenderness and lingering affection flashing in his eyes. Yet it was merely a fleeting moment, and the next second his gaze turned as malevolent and vicious as a man-eating ghost.

"Cang Xuanting, this palace truly has an important matter to discuss with you. Follow this palace." Si Yunxiao’s enchanting eyes shifted, her anger instantly vanishing, rippling with bright, shimmering light—indescribably captivating.

Hearing Helen's words, Yang Tiezheng nodded, having no objections whatsoever. Adolf simply followed quietly behind Hou Jian, expressing no opinion on Helen's current state, though upon entering, he had already prepared everything she might need.

Upon arriving at the makeup photo shoot location, because it was a major production, a massive crowd had gathered, but none of the main actors had arrived yet—only those playing minor roles with just a line or two in the film.

Therefore, when Yajun decided to file a lawsuit today, she also had Su Jiaohan inquire about Nan Shu's intentions. The Fu family's actions implied a desire for settlement, and their sincerity was more than sufficient.

Without waiting for the guards outside the tent to enter, Guan Yu stepped forward, drew the short sword at his waist, and severed the ropes binding Gongsun Zan with a single slash, before silently retreating.

"Big Brother, come to think of it, you do have some connection with them, though I never expected those Rakshasa ghosts to be so shameless," Doudou added.

"I didn't see him." Wu Huan was together with Ming Tian; Li Lixiang first encountered the Saint King, and then converged almost simultaneously with Young Master Yan, Wu Huan, and Ming Tian. None of them had seen Linyi.