Volume One, Chapter 31: The Retired Emperor Is Astonished!

Back in the days of the Three Realms, if it hadn’t been for that old scoundrel, God of the Gods, meddling, I would have long since unified all three realms. I wouldn’t be languishing in this cursed place for a thousand years!” The black energy spoke gloomily, not expecting the Executor to reply with nothing more than a cold snort.

She wasn’t in the mood to speculate further. After all, encounters need not lead to familiarity; to feel a kinship, to know these things, was already enough.

This crisis, which had once promised an endless war, concluded in such a brief span with the withdrawal of the Tartar army. The news spread as if it had sprouted wings, causing a stir across the nine provinces.

The Fourth Lady snorted coldly, her gaze tinged with mockery. “For the sake of my eldest brother, I’ll overlook your troublemaking here. Come in and have a cup of hot tea!” With that, she raised her chin in pride.

Next, Sophie took out a cucumber, sliced it into thin strips, then did the same with a potato. She stir-fried them together, sprinkled some salt, and poured over scallions, chili, and pepper-infused oil.

Snowflakes danced in the air, and the distant city walls were covered in a layer of velvety snow, losing their usual solemn majesty.

“Bang—” As Nie Dong reached the stairway to the upper floor, a muffled sniper shot rang out.

On the man’s forehead were five dark holes, blood streaming from each of them.

All his life, he regretted never becoming one of the two most important men in her life—not even as significant as Quan Feitong. Yet, the word “brother” meant no one could ever replace him in her heart.

This was the Tyrant Divine Fist he’d created to complement the Nine-Turn cultivation method—fierce and forceful, a path of domination, unrivaled and supreme.

In this season of swirling snow, the road to Longevity Valley bustled with martial artists hurrying there in small groups.

Shawn stared at him in surprise—at Taberi’s expression. At that moment, he truly wondered if this guy, like Bayes, possessed some unique ability to restore souls.

As the sword’s radiance faded, darkness once again engulfed the world. Despite the crackling of rain, an indescribable silence weighed upon everyone.

“Brother-in-law, come, spar with me!” Luo Yufeng, wearing combat boots and a close-fitting vest, showed off his muscular frame.

Chuan Shoujing was born in Bochunyu Village. Her father had a temple in one corner of the village, and her mother, it seemed, had died when she was seven or eight years old.

A wave of sword energy slashed toward him. Chiba Fuwu quickly retreated several steps, hands pressed to the ground.

“Grandfather, Mom, what are you two talking about in riddles? We’re completely lost,” Lian Youmei asked curiously.

Of the group, only those two were meeting Lin Xiao for the first time, never having seen his skills before, so they had no clue about his true strength.

“They want me to leave as a corpse, just like the others, don’t they?” Varella’s face was still flushed with excitement; after a few deep breaths to calm herself, her tone turned cold again.

Daliru, seeing the new arrival in his sights, couldn’t help but brighten and shifted his gun’s aim.

Realizing the tension between Jun Li and Ling Jue, Jun Chenyi and Ling Chen held their breath, trying to minimize their presence. They had no desire to become scapegoats!

Once people were gone, Nan Yanshuang took out her phone. Earlier, when no one was paying attention, she’d snapped a photo of Ling Binghan collapsed on the ground.

He knew that at this point, nothing he said would matter. An Moxi’s decisions were unchangeable.

An Moxi nodded. “Thank you, my best brother!” Whether she truly didn’t understand or was deliberately saying it, for her, he was only a brother.

Xia Xi was still asleep when a cold hand touched her face, waking her abruptly with the chill.

Lin Beiwei set aside the crew’s lunch box. Having seen the one Yi Yunsheng gave her, she could no longer look at the crew’s food with any interest.

Ling Chen couldn’t be sure if Jun Li meant exactly what he said. But, considering Jun Li’s power and his relationship with Ling Jue now—well, it would be hard for him not to know.

Qi Yueyao glanced at the purple-black cocoon in the sky, as if a stone altar sat atop it, bound by five chains. Evidently, she was prevailing, her inner demon not yet manifest.

Suddenly, the previously silent Iga Feiyuan, who had been watching Lu Fei intently, shouted out.

The snow giant’s pounding attack was its most damaging move, with a decapitation effect that, once triggered, could instantly kill its opponent. Without the Atmospheric Shield, even if Old Cat wore Ironman’s five-star heavy armor, he could still be killed in one blow.

Huang Xinghua furrowed his brows, pondered for a moment, then shook his head lightly and slipped the room card into his pocket. If they didn’t want it, so be it. Why force his warmth on someone’s cold indifference?

Glancing up, he caught sight of a tall, imposing figure standing behind the corridor’s roses—the side profile was the most exquisitely perfect he’d ever seen.

Yang Annie tossed her long hair, half-turning to Zhang Cheng. “No objections. I think it’s fine. The guild still maintains a tough stance.”

Mao Jie politely exchanged a few words with Chen Mo. Once he learned Chen Mo would not support Yuan Shao or Lü Bu, he hurried off with his guards. With Cao’s army beset on two sides, Chen Mo’s every move affected Cao Cao’s strategy.

The man’s long legs halted, his stern features changed expression, and when he looked down, the frost on his face deepened.

“Commander Li, what should we do: diplomacy first or strike now?” Wang Zhaoxing asked.

Just as Dalong liked to sit atop the commander’s back nowadays, his family hadn’t always supported it at first.

“They haven’t suffered any losses. Why should they negotiate?” Jier Halang was incredulous.

“That’s it?” Xiang Yu hadn’t expected things to be so simple. Was today’s trip for nothing?

I’ve witnessed the power of Mo Han’s blue flame more than once. Ling Xuanji’s fire, though fierce, could not threaten her life given her cultivation. It seemed Mo Han meant to spare her, to teach her a lesson.

“Speak, name your price.” Xie Anwei wasted no time—since he’d called them back, negotiations could begin in earnest.

Equipment Description: Weapon forged by the master craftsman of the ancient Elven Empire, possessing unparalleled magical power.