Chapter Ninety-Nine: Are the Three Great Demon Gods So Impressive? No, They’re All Just Trash!

In an instant, everyone understood why this urgent task called for only Bai Haochen—because Cai’er’s parents were furious with him.

Cai’er gazed coldly at Sheng Lingxin. “So you abused your authority and put Haochen in such danger…”

Complex emotions flickered in her eyes. Her reverse scale was Bai Haochen. Hearing Sheng Lingxin entrust her with his last wish, Cai’er’s anger could not be contained.

“Xin Yan, don’t celebrate too soon. We’ll see how things turn out,” Director Zhang spat at Xin Yan before turning back into the shop.

These nine were none other than Jiao Niang and her eight personal maids. Their presence here was due to Yu Qiu escorting Yan Guangwei to the Lei family’s front courtyard. After parting with Yan Guangwei, Yu Qiu wondered why her master would invite someone as unattractive as Yan Guangwei. She doubled back, intending to see for herself.

Now, as his eyes opened, boundless Zen surged from him, rolling forth with formidable strength. In terms of aura, he was no less than Long Qian Emperor’s nine divine dragons.

“I’m heading to the company. Take care of the Viscount,” Luo Yaozhuo said, his tone unwavering from start to finish, observing everything like an outsider, cold and detached.

Yang Meng remained silent. The burly man grew anxious, believing he had rescued a fool, and lunged at Yang Meng. Seeing him approach, Yang Meng immediately shielded her chest but said nothing.

Though reason dictated that, with their absolute disadvantage in manpower, the imperial fleet would not return after fleeing, he dared not relax his vigilance.

The pitch-black night sky, shrouded in yellow haze, concealed even the faintest star. The once bright moon now appeared dull, as if draped in a yellow veil.

Xiao Yifei turned; most soldiers pursued the orcs, some cleaned the battlefield, others enjoyed the priests’ healing, a few guarded the perimeter, while others rested against rocks.

Suddenly, alarms blared. Space around the fleet rippled violently, the gravity wave sensors revealing New Roman Empire cruisers bearing down like wolves and tigers.

As the kidnappers fired, Long Tian also drew a bullet from his pocket, infusing it with true energy, and flung it at one of the attackers.

One after another, Yu Wuxia carried people out. His thin frame seemed frail, swaying slightly. But all those he brought out were lifeless; none were Ye Hua.

“Take everyone here away. That one from the Lin family—investigate him thoroughly. If there’s a problem, lock him up. Leave explaining to Old Lin to me.”

Just like before, after returning from battle and hearing the soldiers gossip about her and Wang Hu fighting in the training grounds, if she hadn’t stopped him, he would have gone to teach Wang Hu a lesson.

Isolated from the world for over a decade, she felt both lost and fearful of the city, yet deeply expectant.

That speed—Hua Xuanji knew she could not dodge. Before she could react, her vision blurred, her body lifted, and when she opened her eyes, she was already airborne. The wolf that had lunged at her lay dead amidst the ruins.

Chang Yuan followed behind, carrying his military coat. The two were talking as they entered the house, then paused. Shen Yi glanced at me indifferently, and I happened to be looking at him. In that moment our gazes met, countless emotions surged within.

Wind, Forest, Fire, Mountain—when cultivated to mastery, one moves like the wind. Force breaks like a mountain—his own battle technique, usable for fists and legs.

“The Green Gang has always acted openly—so why are you sneaking around here? What’s in the bag? Open it. If you do, I’ll let you go!” The officer hesitated, afraid of making a mistake, yet had no choice but to stand his ground.