Chapter One Hundred Fifteen: Bai Lingxuan—Pitying a Man Brings a Lifetime of Misfortune

After Feng Xiu abducted Bai Lingxuan, Bai Yue’s hatred surged, giving rise to dark thoughts within her. She could not let Feng Xiu get away with this.

"How shall we take revenge?" Bai Nianxuan was bewildered by Bai Yue’s question. The reason was simple: even together, they were no match for the Demon God Emperor, Feng Xiu. Even with the aid of the Life Spiritual Stove, it would be extremely difficult for Bai Nianxuan to defeat him, for he was...

"Ha, the feeling is mutual. You, Jian Wushuang, are truly peerless in your own despicable way. To reach such a level is, in its own right, something to be admired." Yang Tianshou’s sharp tongue was equally formidable.

Gao Sihai led the militia into the front hills and immediately divided them into three groups: one to protect the villagers, one to patrol the left flank and coordinate with the guerrillas, and one to keep watch on the right, awaiting the arrival of the volunteer army.

"Damn it, you call me here to fight, and now that we haven't won, you want me to leave?" Ye Yanqing shouted, filled with resentment.

"If you wanted to crack the entire surveillance system of Chunshan City, how long would it take?" Chen Junyi suddenly posed a question completely unrelated to the current situation.

"It seems Ziyang is full of confidence this time. Otherwise, he wouldn't have notified all the major factions. He clearly intends for them to witness Ying Zheng’s succession, and most likely, he wants to show off his methods and strength in front of them all," Qin Hanyue remarked.

According to protocol, since Liu An was a newcomer, he was expected to pay his respects to his master first. However, having fallen into a pit and looking utterly disheveled, it would have been disrespectful to appear before his master in such a state. After changing his clothes, he followed Secretary Zhao to where the Sixth Prince was staying.

He Yue and Xiao Fei remained together, both falling silent. Xiao Fei had developed a certain fondness for He Yue, and He Yue sensed it. He chose not to speak; he knew he had to take things one step at a time. An iceberg like Xiao Fei could not be conquered in a single stroke—if it were, it wouldn't be nearly as interesting.

"Fine! Since you both are so keen, I shall risk my life to accompany you gentlemen! A bet it is!" Liu An declared.

Yuan Shu was caught in a dilemma. With sixty thousand troops massed around Fancheng, he had underestimated Liu Biao’s hunger for Nanyang. Now, facing him was an army no smaller than his own.

Taking a deep drag from his cigarette, Nalan Daxin exhaled a thick cloud of smoke, his dark, profound eyes fixed on the southwest side of the courtyard.

Just as they had been with Tang Yi and his party, the Song family guards were strictly professional, showing no favoritism whatsoever.

The Jade Emperor had always believed that the most important thing for him was that high and lofty throne.

I lowered my head in shyness, pressing even closer against his chest. A thin layer of sweat coated my bare skin, and the powerful, rhythmic beating of his heart carried a sense of urgency that took a long time to calm.

"It seems the emergence of this Sword of the World has become intolerable to heaven and earth, hence the descent of the heavenly tribulation," Song Ming felt it clearly; that tyrannical, supreme aura was undoubtedly the power of heaven and earth.

In reality, many people are just like this, especially lovers who might break up over a simple misunderstanding.

After the first match ended, the two contestants were not allowed to leave the competition booths. Looking out from inside, the dark glass remained highly opaque.

By the time the array began to fade, no other persons or factions had arrived. Song Ming and his group gathered together, waiting for the array to stop completely so they could inspect the battlefield.

The fat man watched him stroll away, only then realizing that the man had finished relaying the message from the Federation military.

"Since that’s the case, let me first introduce the gang forces in Mutu City," Jingjing said in a flat tone once the fat man had finished his outburst.

This man was even more dazzling than Bai Yan beside him, perhaps because of the sincere affection he held for Hua Xuanji.

The man threw his body backward, his hand hooking into the front of the proprietress's blouse and tearing the loose sweater to shreds.