Volume One, Chapter 64: Ambush of the Sixth Prince of Yan!

The smile faded from Wang Caiwei's face, replaced by a solemn expression. She said, “After the Four Nations Literary Assembly ended, the envoys from Zhou and Chen both departed, yet only the Yan delegation remained behind.”

“Murong Lin came to visit my princess’s residence today, specifically.”

The two patriarchs of the Chen family both turned pale at this revelation. They knew well the formidable power of immortal arts. But for so many people to be killed in just a single day—or even within the space of an hour—how could anyone believe such a thing?

Though the middle-aged man possessed enough strength to cross the Celestial Tribulation at any time, strength not inferior to a true Celestial, he had not yet made the breakthrough and could not detect Chu Fengming’s spiritual awareness.

In everyone’s eyes, Gai Dejun had always been the very byword for cunning, so it was not surprising he was difficult to catch. Yet, he himself felt utterly humiliated! Back at headquarters, he always felt everyone was gossiping about him.

Within his body, the residual energy from the merging of the Chaos Seed and the Spirit Seed had propelled him into the fourth level of divine power. Though little remained now, it had yet to be fully refined, and he might still extract a bit more from it.

Items like the Stone of Fire cost two hundred credits apiece, which did seem quite expensive.

Shen Qingwu was not the only one shocked; Ni Shang, who had accompanied her out, was also wide-eyed upon seeing Nameless and Tianding, as if frightened out of her wits. Besides overwhelming astonishment, there was a trace of panic in her eyes.

After returning the Weapon Cleansing Furnace and the Nameless Sword to the Sacred Dragon Ring, Su Chen stepped out of his room, intent on finding something to eat.

Of course, Feng Xuan had not struck to kill; Feng Tianyang’s injuries were but superficial, looking tragic but not life-threatening.

Su Yunliang, however, paid no heed to the undercurrents swirling about her. Whoever sent the gifts, she simply kept track of the favors owed.

“Well? Have you found where the Travelers’ League is cultivating their talents?” Not far from Su Mu, in a different fold of time and space, several powerful figures were deep in discussion. The leader’s strength had already reached the peak of grade A.

Zhao Tiejun was momentarily stunned upon seeing Shanji. He didn’t know how she’d caught it, but given her circumstances, he dared not accept the thing she offered and waved his hands in refusal.

Jiang Xiaoxue was puzzled by his words—what did he mean by saying she would surely make Langsha Island thrive?

The Crown Prince of Beimo had visited the barracks several times and met with the Prince of Nanan and the others, so the term ‘old acquaintance’ was not unfitting.

Counting the days, there were still about ten left before National Day—enough time to prepare for the group wedding, ample time for all the arrangements.

In just a moment, cold energy surged; Liu Liang’s arms were entirely encased in ice, and his horse beneath him had long since become a frozen statue.

At this point, Huang Chen simply stopped suppressing his feelings. Letting his heart run free, the fire within him blazed violently, making it pound uncontrollably.

No matter how sensational the headlines, nearly every report focused on two questions: First, had Yilong been sabotaged? Second, would the undefeated Chinese King of Fighters, Wang Zhen, who had KO’d every opponent since his debut, come out of retirement to avenge the martial monk Yilong and challenge the Prince of Muay Thai?

After a long struggle, the ancient pavilion was finally uprooted by Wang Meng, its support broken, and a shower of wood chips scattered in all directions.

The old man, meanwhile, seemed to be scrutinizing Zuo Xiu, hoping to divine something from the slightest change in his expression.

“All right, all right, Song Bei, look at you! Why take your frustrations out on Sheng Xiaoyang? How can you say your brother-in-law has no sense of responsibility?”

Seeing Huo’er sent flying, the middle-aged man battling Lin Yun revealed a glimmer of murderous intent. He swung his arm viciously at Huo’er, who had fallen to the ground. The next moment, to Lin Yun’s horror, a Dragon Combat Technique shot from the man’s hand, hurtling straight toward Huo’er.