Chapter 22

Once, for the sake of his life with his beloved, he chose to detonate his own assets, seeking only to provide her with peace of mind. He destroyed his collection to create a display of fireworks that no amount of billions could ever purchase.

After a period of silence, everyone realized that tonight’s discussion would reach no conclusion. At the very least, some present were neither followers of [Prosperity] nor felt any connection to the NPCs of history, so naturally, they preferred whatever course was most convenient.

In the past, when writing about a three-peat championship, I would deliberately save a few highlights for later to ensure there was enough material for the subsequent titles.

Unfortunately, at the time, everyone unanimously decided that Lu Shouyi was being rash and overly ambitious. Eventually, Lu Shouyi experienced the wave of layoffs and turned to dive into the sea of private enterprise.

A cold sneer echoed out. Lu Yu followed the sound and saw a man who looked remarkably like Xiao Zhang walking toward him.

Xu Lu fell to the ground, shivering. Her eyes were filled with terror and hatred, fixed unwaveringly on Cheng Shi.

Satoru Gojo was clearly surprised by such a scene, but it lasted only for an instant. With his combat instincts, he understood the cause immediately.

To cause trouble on the *Celsus* cruise ship in international waters—everyone there was a person of standing and influence. To actually injure someone? Was this not a slap in the face to the Royal family?

In his dream, Lu Yu saw himself enveloped by a massive hexagram. Within the radiance of the star, he seemed to see dark things, like some form of consciousness struggling before being completely annihilated and erased by the light, leaving only the white-glowing hexagram behind.

Junzi Lake was wide and vast. Occasionally, people would travel thousands of miles just to see the scenery and relax. Baili Quan would bring her along to lie in ambush nearby, watching to see if anyone carried anything interesting. He would dive into the river to catch fresh fish to trade with travelers, boasting about it for a long time afterward.

A massive dragon-claw print reached out toward the Colorful Phoenix Immortal Herb, digging deep into the golden soil like an excavator.

After Xia Xibei saved her son, Qi Yun-tian regarded her as both a savior to her family and a younger sister.

Of course, Qi Xin was a cultivator herself, so she had internal energy that allowed her to resist the spread of the toxin.

He took two steps forward, not yet having confirmed his direction, when he saw two bayonets poke out from around the corner. Two government soldiers, bent low and rifles raised, crept forward just like invaders entering a village.

It must be said that the eyesight of a Ninth-Tier Heavenly Emperor is truly terrifying; if you dare to speak ill of her behind her back, it is highly likely she will sense it.

The two things seemed entirely unrelated and worlds apart, yet tracing the lineage of the various Mafia godfathers, one finds they were all believers; thus, the members held a deep, fanatical faith in the church.

Moreover, at an age that should have been spent playing and being mischievous, they were now performing the labor of adults in this freezing, snowy weather.

She both longed to see her son soon and feared that she would not be able to accept it once she saw that unfamiliar face.

With a loud explosion, the mercenary leader’s head was blown apart, gore and bone fragments splattering everywhere, nearly hitting Xiao Ling in the face.

Furthermore, he remembered that Lin Zhao had a tear mole at the corner of her eye, and that Lin Zhao was even more strong-willed than her sister.

Mira bit her lip, turned again, climbed the long steps in front of the palace, and reached out to push the massive palace doors.

Ruyan had never practiced martial arts, and in her daily life among the common folk, she had heard rumors that the barbarians ate human flesh and the demons drank human blood. Seeing such hideous and terrifying demons and barbarians for the first time, she was truly frightened. It took much reassurance from Hua Cao and Yue Qingcheng for her to slowly calm down, but no amount of persuasion could convince her to leave the ship.

How did I become someone who is not an ordinary person? This leaves me feeling somewhat perplexed, to say the least.

His hanging hand slowly clenched into a fist, exerting all his strength to control the urge to step forward and kiss her.

A thirteen-meter-long, insane spirit root! A breakthrough pill thousands of times more precious than any treasure! And it had been sitting in the pagoda for so long?

The moment Mo Yandie left, Mo Fengwu miraculously went quiet, her gaze unfocused, as if her soul had been snatched away.

"This sword is named 'Remnant Snow.' Of course, it is a divine artifact, and moreover... it is a supreme divine artifact among divine artifacts!" Lu Xi walked to the front and picked up the divine sword. It was one meter long and half a foot wide, pure white all over. The scabbard was carved with patterns of exotic beasts, and the surface of the blade emitted a faint, hazy glow—even a fool could sense its extraordinary nature.

It was only because, from the seats above, one of the Four Venerables cast a strange look her way, causing her to knit her brows in deep discomfort.

It seemed the two could only engage in a war of attrition, seeing who could hold out until the end. Of course, the ones who would win in the end were not them, but Ye Qinghan and his group, hiding secretly in the nearby grass.

Rede was not there; he had likely gotten drunk long ago and was fast asleep in the back hall. Only Philip sat alone by the window, toying with two wine glasses, tossing them up and down, catching them lightly.

His complexion was paler than before, his eyes cold without a trace of warmth, and the aura radiating from his entire being seemed to come from a dark hell.