Chapter 140: Arrogance

“Er, you said that Tang Sicheng wants to prove the late emperor was wrong. Does that mean that as long as I devote myself to good governance, he won’t seize the throne?”

Qin Xiao offered Qin Tiangang no explanation and simply changed the subject.

Sure enough, the moment he said this, both men turned their eyes toward Tang Sicheng.

“In theory, yes, but after all these years…”

However, there were also clear-sighted people who knew that someone would certainly come to stop them. Even so, they secretly hoped the two would keep fighting a little longer, so they could enjoy the spectacle.

Zu Dashou answered, then presented a scroll of bright yellow silk with both hands. The very first sentence after he unrolled it startled Wu Xiang badly.

Zhou Tianxin seemed equally unaware of what was inside. She accepted it blankly and opened it just as blankly. When she saw the golden document within, its color unmistakably yellow, she drew a sharp breath and hurriedly pulled it out. As soon as she unfolded it and read it, her mouth fell open. Then she suddenly burst into laughter.

The middle-aged cultivator had already begun to retreat inwardly. She simply did not dare move because Young Master Yun had yet to speak.

In an instant, Li Haoran felt the temperature around his body soar. Even the formation markings beneath his feet trembled faintly beneath the intense heat.

Qu Weiwei slowly narrowed her eyes at the mirror, and the venom in her gaze gradually spread through every nerve.

This time, Mo Ruyang did not answer. Instead, she lifted one corner of her sash, revealing the pitch-black dagger hidden within.

The moment Li Mu had blocked the violet lightning for the three people—Ruan Qinghong and the others—the Oblivion Vortex he had left behind suddenly exploded. Immediately afterward, human-shaped monsters began to rise once more from the sea of thunder.

On the way, the two of them successfully overtook the limping Keha and the young Shui’er. Shui’er was still wiping away her tears, her face streaked with smeared tear marks.

The white shadow traced a perfect arc through the air before vanishing into the pitch-black mouth of the stove. Then all sound ceased.

I kept a grim expression the entire way. By the time we reached the canal bridge, Zhang Xu had arrived as well. After we regrouped, we got out of the vehicle and ran toward the billboard.

After saying this, his body exploded into pieces. Blood and chunks of flesh flew in every direction, leaving the ground in utter disarray.

Mother’s clothes were in disarray, and she had collapsed onto the floor without a trace of dignity. On the bed, Father wore a bewildered expression, clearly still unable to understand what had happened.

Earlier, inside Chaos City, after the master and disciple had drunk themselves senseless together, they had taken advantage of their drunken excitement to spar with each other in the virtual universe. In the end, even the Lord of Chaos City and the Founder of the Giant Axe had been alarmed and joined in.

One of the hooligans grew wary at this and eyed the few of us suspiciously, while his other hand felt for his walkie-talkie.

Chu Jiang suddenly drew in his body and nimbly crashed into Chu Xingyu’s arms. He reached out, hooked Chu Xingyu’s arm over his shoulder, tensed his body, and prepared to throw him to the ground with a shoulder throw.

“Hey, I’m coming, I’m coming!” Wang Yan hurriedly dried his feet with a towel, then slipped on his cloth shoes and headed toward the inner courtyard.

Like the “pseudo-superhumans” who had undergone extraordinary modification, they possessed certain superhuman traits. Although their lifespans were long enough to rival those of true superhumans, they could still be slaughtered with ease by the most monstrous experts among the title-level powerhouses.

Just then, Yun Han’s figure vanished from the spot once again. Mo Chen rallied himself, and blazing light erupted from the Dragon-Slaying Spear. Holding it in one hand, Mo Chen charged forward with a furious roar at a speed too swift for the eye to follow.

After the Eighth Route Army courier finished speaking, he wheeled his horse around and hurried away again. No one knew where he was off to deliver the next message.

This pulling force was extraordinarily domineering, yet bizarre beyond measure. It did not actually drag anyone along; it merely allowed them to clearly sense the overwhelming pressure of its presence.

But that faint warmth lasted only a moment. Suddenly, the cold wind rose again, and an icy chill swept over everything once more.