Connection with the Black Tower Established Successfully

Yet precisely because of this, the royal court within the capital city was about to launch a massive purge of the administration, and there was no telling how many rebellious partisans would be slaughtered by then.

Once Zhao Shuo uttered those words, everyone's interpretation of Wanyan Nanxi's expression underwent a radical shift.

Unawares, the two of them had already arrived at the teaching building. Parting ways with Ning Shanhai on the third floor, Ye Qiong chose to head up to the fifth-floor faculty office first to find Yang Shou and hand over his competition registration form.

Bai Nan settled Leng Qingge onto the horse, vaulted up into the saddle himself, and then wheeled the horse around, heading toward the General's Manor.

The Red-Cloaked Wolf General was caught completely off guard. His expression changed drastically, and with a furious roar, he thrust his red-tasseled spear straight at Lu Chen's palm.

When he "awoke" once more, he beheld his own mutilated, bloody corpse, alongside the firewood and wood-chopping knife scattered upon the ground.

Witnessing this scene, the subsequent twenty thousand soldiers followed suit, dropping to one knee in kowtow. They gazed with eager curiosity down the official highway, all yearning to catch their first glimpse of this ever-victorious general.

He began dispatching messengers to Wanyan Zongwang, who was stationed at the Taiyuan border garrison, requesting reinforcements to be sent.

Chen Chu covered his forehead, not daring to look at Wen Yu, who stood by the doorway dressed in a white T-shirt with the air of a friendly boy-next-door.

At that moment, still suspended mid-air and seizing the precise timing, he delivered a fierce kick straight to his opponent's head.

Before Ye Zhi could react, Niniya had already shoved her onto Sui Yi's back. By the time she recovered her senses, Sui Yi had already stood up.

Du Qianjie had already mapped out his route, teleporting all the way. After more than ten days, Du Qianjie emerged in the Viga plane.

Du Qianjie exhaled a breath of stale air. This was the last Martial King-realm phantom; he had remained on this level for a full two months. During these past two months, he had lost count of how many phantoms he had slain. Whenever one was struck down, he would immediately hurl himself at another. Through two months of tempering, his martial arts techniques had grown near-mature.

Though parents were absent, the nature of the occasion remained unchanged. This signified that the two of them would definitely stay together in the future, unlike the previous confessions.

There were only a little over three hundred households in the mountain town. Tonight, every family had lit their lamps and left their doors wide open, as if welcoming the God of Wealth.

I asked, having always been extremely curious about the cause of Chen Zhibin's death. I had simply never had the opportunity to ask before, but now that the chance had presented itself, I decided to get to the bottom of the matter.

His mouth continually emitted groans of pain. He offered no resistance, only covering his head with both hands as he wailed incessantly.

"I won't see them," Old Master Huang said irritably, thinking to himself what on earth was wrong with Wang Gui today. Did he not know what they were currently doing? How could they possibly receive guests at a time like this?

"After all, it's not just our shop raising prices this time; every grain shop in the capital is doing the same. What choice do they have?" the clerk said dismissively.

"Secondly, we need to arrange the future operations of our shipyard. Before Master Yang left, he told me that our twenty fishing boats had already been built?" Ximeng said as he inquired.

Jun Xueyi flushed and sat back down, while Ye Xing lingered on the sensation in his hands. Just now, as he held Jun Xueyi, he could clearly feel the twin mounds pressed against his chest.

Wuyiyan, however, raised an eyebrow slightly. "It's not like you aren't wearing clothes..." With that, her gaze shifted to her soaked garments and the faint outlines revealed beneath them, her eyes darkening.

"Doesn't that mean anyone who has ever fused with a companion spirit and obtained a divine artifact is a disciple of the Ninefold Tower?" Qiu Lei asked with curiosity.

At that very moment, the void suddenly shattered, and a blood-red spear burst forth from the pitch-black rift. Crimson light flashed and killing intent surged—this was an instrument of slaughter, imbued with terrifyingly horrific murderous aura. Even before the spear arrived, that bone-chilling intent to kill and an aura capable of destroying everything had already descended upon him.

That supreme mighty figure grasped the hilt with one hand and gave a fierce pull. A brilliant sword beam cleaved through the void, and the terrifying sword intent materialized into a torrential storm of swords blooming across the cosmos.

Old Man Wen was his surname, and Dongzi was their son. Wen Dong was twenty-three years old; because his family was poor and he was somewhat slow-witted by nature, he had never been able to take a wife.

Watching the interaction between the two before him, Qiao Xier felt somewhat odd, and upon seeing Baili Cangming's anger flare, she actually took a couple of steps back involuntarily. It had been a long time since she had seen him fly into such a rage. Ever since Shen Qinrou's departure, it seemed as though truly no one else had been able to stir his emotions to this extent.

"I don't know either. We'll just take it one step at a time!" Lü Feng closed his eyes and could only say as much.

According to Aodi, that illusory dragon shadow was the imprint of the Dragon Realm left behind by the former Dragon Emperor.

Heavenly Thunder Bead—that's right, this was Ye Wan'er's trump card! It was something her grandfather had given her for self-preservation, capable of blowing a Martial King-tier expert to smithereens. The reason this Saber-Toothed Tiger wasn't killed on the spot was merely because spirit beasts had always possessed exceptionally thick hides.

But was it really just as Wang Xuan imagined—that his own oversight had subjected Shan Bao'er to this unmerited catastrophe, leaving Wang Xuan racked with guilt, which was why he acted this way? Or were there other reasons unknown to Wang Xuan?

Suddenly, Zhao Ziyong stared intently at the photograph. He recalled the first time he met Ghost Hand—that was the night, after he led the Wolf-Slaughter Gang in a bloody turf battle with the Five Dragons Hall, that he and Lingyun rented a room at the Redwoods Hotel. At the time, there had been another handsome young man by Ghost Hand's side. Could that young man have been the Dragon Crown Prince?