Chapter 121: The Despot

Qin Xiao sat upon the dragon throne, appearing as though he had heard nothing.

The officials, however, could no longer sit still. Was he not courting the wrath of the God of Slaughter? Did he intend for them all to suffer the consequences along with him?

"Liu Zhongyuan, you dare to roar in the Golden Throne Hall and insult the Emperor? What crime do you think you have committed!" Zhang Delie, Minister of Rites, stepped forward, pointing an accusing finger at Liu Zhongyuan, his face contorted with fury.

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It was not just Zhang Erhu, a veteran of the streets, who saw through Liu Yan’s intentions; even the three security guards beside him realized what she was up to.

"Damn, has the demonic consciousness emerged? This—this—won't it blow my head off?" In an instant, Xiong Kun recalled the rat-whiskered man who had been decapitated years prior. Terror seized him, and he retreated, scrambling to put distance between them.

Tens of thousands of miles away, inside a cave dwelling, an elder with snow-white hair and beard sat cross-legged on a prayer mat, eyes closed in meditation. The stone chamber was sparse, containing nothing but four life-force lamps hanging on the white stone walls on either side. The pale yellow, slightly crimson flames burned steadily, confirming that the eight cultivators of the Cao family remained unharmed.

In truth, from the moment Song Lin entered the room, Song Bo had kept his pistol in hand, ready to fire at any moment. Seeing this strange man walk in, he had spoken to him while searching for an opportunity, and the moment he saw his chance, he decisively pulled the trigger.

Man Renba fell silent. It was clear that this transaction, built on mutual distrust, put both parties in a difficult position, leaving them with no choice but to seek a compromise.

To be wounded merely by looking at the chessboard—this was clearly no ordinary formation, but a soul-erasing illusion-slaughter array.

She picked up the items and walked to the bed to sit down, huffily shedding her clothes to change into a worn-out dress. Only then did she begin to mend her ragged skirt and blouse.

This was such an unconventional and bizarre way to mobilize. The fire control officer held back a laugh and pressed the button.

"I opened this road, I planted these trees. If you wish to pass, leave your toll money!" the young man declared, his tone mimicking that of a brash traveler from the martial arts world.

During the so-called banquet with Ouyang Qian, Lin Tianyang discussed many things, covering the current situation and various details with great clarity.

"Ha! Professor Carlyle! Look at that! The allure of a life-or-death duel is enough to reinvigorate Scarlett!" William seemed increasingly spirited, his voice growing louder.

Ye Fei naturally had no objections. The two found a relatively concealed spot, where Ye Fei set up some formations before sitting down to wait for news in peace.

Damned magic cultivators—why would they launch a sneak attack on the capital of the Fuyuan Kingdom? Wouldn't striking the capital of the Hongyu Kingdom yield greater rewards?

This left Che Yu in an even more awkward position. Li Chuan glanced at Che Yu, failing to recognize him, and simply continued smoking while sending messages on his phone.

This time, the situation was even more dire; beyond dealing with the visible corpse-clan, they had to contend with the black children lurking in the shadows, ready to strike at any moment.

Night had deepened, and most people had already drifted into dreams; even those who hadn't were now quiet. The night was so serene, accompanying Xiaxia into sleep.

The power contained within the golden dragon that Jin Ge summoned with a casual wave was no weaker than the full-force blow of a Fourth Tribulation expert, and its speed was so great that it was impossible to defend against.

Seeing the vehicle finally come to a stop, Xiaxia let out a sigh of relief. Finally home. After being away for so many days, it felt good to return; no matter where she went, the thought of home always brought a sense of warmth.

The battle lasted for a day and a night. On the whole, the Demon Clan held a slight disadvantage, and after leaving behind over a hundred corpses, they retreated in haste.

If anything, leaving behind such exaggerated traces of combat, as was the case when Sal went missing, would have been far too deliberate.

The "Longsheng" had numerous cabins and a complex structure. For an assassin of this era, without an insider to facilitate, no matter how skilled, it was nearly impossible to take down over a dozen crew members in such a short time without encountering any resistance.